Cooking

It is. ”

The elder brother shrugged, "Arong, don't belittle yourself all the time. If you always think you are a fool, you will really become a fool."

Arong chuckled, "Brother, I really want to know what diners think about our dishes, what about you?"

The elder brother said, "Then we can only wait for them to finish eating and ask the elder who accompanied the guests."

Arong said, "Let me secretly go and listen to it now, hehe."

He walked out along the base of the wall, bypassed the promenade, and walked directly to the window of the box where they were enjoying the fruits of their labor. It was an antique building with a lot of wooden partitions, and the light blue curtains covered the interior. Arong stood quietly under a clump of emerald bamboo, listening intently to the movement in the room.

"Shuangwei shark's fin tastes pure and mellow, but unfortunately the knife skills are a little bit lacking, and the thickness of the shredded winter bamboo shoots is a little uneven," said a familiar voice, and Arong was shocked when he heard this.

"This Sixi Tofu is a trick. The beany smell is very clean, but the taste is a little lighter, which is quite good."

"The winter melon cup is steamed just right, and the craftsmanship is beyond words."

"Simmering fresh water chestnuts should first make the water chestnuts once, making them too hard."

The crystal yam balls were too oily and the vegetable pancakes were good. "

“Almond white fungus is very good...”

The voices coming from the windows were all easily identifiable.

Those are Bu Wei, Lu Yong, and He Zhishan.

They are here, do they know their condition, do they care about themselves, why don't they tell themselves to cook in an upright manner, they probably don't know that some of the dishes on the table are made by themselves...

They may have nothing to do with Li Xiangrong...

Ah Rong looks at the sky far away, and misses Buroni a little bit. If he were here, he would at least look into his own eyes and make pertinent comments, instead of being as far away as they are, which is the distance between the chef and the diners, and the superior The distance between the superior and the subordinate.

So what about with Buroni?

——That is the distance between friends, Ah Rong said silently in his heart.

The author has something to say:

Uncle Xu Ji's Story

It's been two months, 12w words, it's not easy to insist on doing one thing, although the popularity is not high, well, I will try my best to write more interesting plots.

The following plot revolves around the feast, Xu Ji’s reasons for insisting, the old people who have passed away suddenly, and the past events that have disappeared in the clouds of history have all become the most ethereal and lonely memories. When Xu Ji realizes these, it must be more enough. Seriously become a master and lead the silly Ah Rong to become a real chef.

It’s not enough to just care and love. Working hard for you, becoming your ideal existence, is also the achievement of my own value. When Arong surpasses Buroni’s vision, who is more inseparable from whom?

Calling for comments, I'm horny!

Uncle Xu Ji's previous life also longed for someone to pay attention~~~

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