[Comprehensive Korean Drama] Attack!Male match!

After the minced meat is chopped, the rest of the process is necessary, and Zhengyu has to do it himself.

At the beginning, everyone just watched, but gradually, they couldn't sit still.

I saw the plain piece of dough turned into a thin disc under the pressure of the slender wooden stick, and then twisted with two white fingers, the disc flew out gracefully , the obedient one descended obediently from the other end of the chopping board.

The same movements are repeated continuously, flowing like clouds and water, like performance art with a certain rhythm.

Ferranante never knew that when the hands used to hold the paintbrush moved to the kitchen, they would have such an astonishing performance!

Wait, something seems wrong!

Yes, that is: why didn't I know until now? !

The kitchen was quiet, only the sound of rhythmic rolling and the slight sound of the small round dough contacting the chopping board after being thrown out.

The dry flour sprinkled on the chopping board was bounced up, and a thin white mist spread in the air.

Just like the light smoke and mist curling up from the incense burner that is used in that ancient country, it is beautiful.

Even the butler, who has always acted more than words, couldn't help praising in a low voice, "Oh, it's simply art."

After rolling out about a hundred pieces of dough, Zhengyu clapped his hands and put the rolling pin away, gently twisted a piece of dough and spread it out on the fingers of his left hand, then quickly picked a pinch of meat and placed it on the front of the dough In the center, the ring finger and the little finger are slightly curled up, and a few fingers are also separated from the right hand that is still holding the bamboo piece, and pinched with skill.

A chubby and cute dumpling was born out of nowhere, the white and fat appearance is really gratifying.

There was a neat gasping sound all around, an unparalleled tacit understanding.

Well, in fact, the whole process falls into the eye of the beholder, which is basically what it looks like:

But after seeing a series of dazzling subtle movements, in the blink of an eye, this magical Asian boy used an unknown magic to turn that pile of dreadful raw materials into a dumpling with a bright future!

It was that ancient country that was full of mystery from beginning to end. No matter what time she was, she was always covered with a thin layer of tulle, making it impossible for people to get a glimpse of it.

At that moment, Zheng Yu's figure overlapped with the God of Cookery in the legendary Chinese movie, and he was not alone!

The chubby head chef, who is proficient in Italian and Swiss cuisine, was dazed for a few seconds, then solemnly made a sign of the cross on his chest, then folded his hands together, almost chanting, "This is art."

For God's testimony, he felt for the first time that what the steward said made sense.

During the short interval of raising his hand to put the dumplings, Zhengyu's gaze inadvertently swept across the faces of the onlookers, and then he couldn't hold on and laughed.

So, what are you going to do with those terrified expressions on your faces, as if you saw a big change of living people's tricks?

Therefore, it is the most fulfilling to perform one or two stunts in the face of laymen.

After pinching a few more, Zhengyu felt that there seemed to be a little more under her waist, and looked down, happy.

Darren, who was clinging to the black and white panda tightly, was clinging to his thigh. He tried to keep his watery blue eyes open, staring at his flour-covered hands without blinking, with an inquiring seriousness on his face. feel.

However, the slightly opened pink mouth is a little more cute out of thin air.

It's amazing, Uncle Zhengyu is amazing~!

Zheng Yu immediately gave a pair and a half to Xiao Baozi's cute three souls, and bent down with a smile, "Want to try?"

Darren immediately nodded and nodded vigorously, but Shuran stared at the sink just below his head in confusion, his brows were tightly knit.

He had to tiptoe desperately to just barely touch the edge of the panel it was placed on!

Because he was forced to induce labor, Darren's body is much thinner than his peers, and his height is also slightly shorter.Therefore, for an ordinary three-year-old boy, the kitchen counter where the top of his hair can be barely exposed is tantamount to an unshakable mountain.

The little guy clearly couldn't reach it, but he still pursed his lips and kept silent. He kept trying again and again, his little face turned red.

Immediately, Zheng Yu felt extremely distressed, and hurriedly moved the big stool in the corner over, and then carried the little guy on it.

"Wow~!"

Darren was amazed by the feeling of ruling the world in an instant, and his big eyes were full of joy.

Great, now I'm almost as tall as Uncle Zhengyu!

But standing was obviously not conducive to his performance. After thinking about it for a moment, Darren sat down cautiously, dangling his two short legs, staring at Zhengyu's hand eagerly, with an eager look on his face.

Zhengyu chuckled a few times, looked at the panda doll that still dominates the little guy's arms even now, and discussed, "You can't hold Beibei at work, otherwise Beibei will be easily injured."

After serious discussions between Darren and Zhengyu, they unanimously decided to name the plush doll Beibei, which is the first time in the Bryce family in decades.

Oh, by the way, let me add a digression, Zhengyu still likes these animals with black and white flowers, how should I put it?There is a kind of intimacy. I am the younger brother of the national treasure, and he is also a famous national treasure.

Injuried?

Even at a young age, Darren had already deeply rooted the family motto "The men of the Bryce family should be able to take responsibility anytime, anywhere" to the bone marrow. Immediately, he looked down at Beibei nervously, thought for a while, and hugged Beibei cautiously. He handed it out, "Okay, he can, um, he can sit and watch."

Then the almighty butler, who didn't know when to leave and when to return, put Beibei safely into the baby stroller that Young Master Darren used when he was a child, achieving the feat of increasing the "number" of onlookers by one again.

For Darren, whose life experience is almost zero in the picture book, the strange touch when the immature palm touches the cool skin makes him both happy and at a loss.

Soft and cool, ah, it leaked out!

How to do how to do!

Darren, who didn't know whether it should be pinched or if he could pinch it, was instantly terrified by this sudden incident, and he didn't know what to do with his two little hands.

Oh oh oh Uncle Zhengyu help!

"Oh, catch it." Zheng Yu patiently helped adjust the little guy's hand, but looking left and right, he felt that no matter how he put the normal size dough, it would obviously be exposed.

Shaking his head, Zhengyu quickly rolled out a small dough to replace the one in Darren's hand that had begun to lose its shape, and then officially entered the teaching stage.

"That's it, yes, that's it."

"Wrap all the stuffing, ok, pinch it, pinch all the edges."

"Well, Darren is awesome!"

Facing the first dumpling in Darren’s life, everyone from Brith to the kitchen staff who watched from the outside gave warm applause with great joy and encouragement.

Although it is not perfect, although most of the processes are actually guided by Zhengyu, or even done for him, but this does not prevent us from labeling it as "produced by Darren".

Darren was almost overjoyed, his soft little body was half lying on the counter, staring at the dumplings he made, smiling silly.

After laughing for a while, he stretched out his hand to poke carefully, then turned his head, and said proudly and shyly to Zhengyu, "Darren made it!"

"Well," Zheng Yu praised the children without hesitation, "Darren is awesome."

"Hey, Uncle Zhengyu is also great."

Galia, who was holding the camera, trembled slightly with excitement, feeling that she might be moved to cry in the next second, because such a scene was simply too warm.

However, the mood of Brother Bryth, who was on the scene with Bryth, gradually became a little subtle, and then his eyes inevitably got a little complicated:

No!

That's my Zhengyu/son!It is completely immoral for you to praise each other and communicate with each other intimately like no one else!

Then the two played an unprecedented tacit understanding:

Step forward at the same time, one circles to the left, one circles to the right, one hugs the child, and one squeezes in the middle.

However, this kind of behavior has naturally been despised by almost everyone, either explicitly or implicitly: it's a shame!

Moreover, Darren, who was in high spirits, stared at his father without hesitation with accusing eyes, and his short legs kicked a few times symbolically in the air full of unwillingness.

Yes, the man in the Bryce family can't lose his temper easily, nor can he be willful, but no one stipulates that he can't be wronged!

People are so wronged to say it now!

"Cough," Ferranante never admitted that he was turning a blind eye to his own brother's embarrassing situation. In fact, he was smiling and trying to roll up the sleeves of his expensive shirt, and asked interestingly, "Maybe, I can try too?"

Aww, getting together with my lover intimately to make a meal full of love is amazing, so cute!

Oh, according to the latest emergency study materials that Bobby found, maybe, or, if all conditions permit, Zhengyu will feed me something?

Ferranante, who was brain-filling in an instant, unknowingly opened up a little bit, and even in the blink of an eye, his thinking jumped from the raw skin to a certain old saying handed down from an ancient country: Warm and full, think about lust .

Thinking too much for a while directly led to partial loss of control of facial expressions, so Zhengyu glared at the swaying guy in front of him with a twitching corner of his mouth, pushed him away with a disgusted face, and copied Darren Baozi again. Sit down on the small bench, "Hey, ignore these two inexplicable guys, let's continue."

"Yeah!" Nodding heavily, Baozi looked at the same enemy, and mustered up his courage, glaring at his uncle fiercely.

However, after all, since the child's father and his uncle [Oh, please forgive me for thinking a little bit when I called the previous title, it's a sin] are so sincere, then it is impossible for Zheng Yu to really not teach.

however!

Reality is used to hit people!

More than ten minutes later, in the extremely quiet kitchen, Galiya could not bear to take pictures, but the subtle feeling deep in her heart that she saw her sons so helpless and predicament for the first time made her really excited. Reluctantly put down the camera in his hand.

Alas, forget it, after another 5 minutes, Gallia sighed deeply.

After all, he is still his own son.

So she put the camera on the work stand on the side without hesitation, adjusted the angle carefully, and moved closer to watch the live version contentedly.

Zhengyu sighed, patted Ferranante on the shoulder, wiped the sweat off his head very considerately, and comforted him in a very tragic tone, "Forget it, you'd better go and wait for the meal." Bar."

Don't bring such a scourge of food!

Anyway, now Darren can squeeze out a few polygons in a decent way. Ferlanant, you still insist on the stuffing standing outside the leather as always. What do you mean?

Ferranant raised his head with difficulty, holding a pair of hideous dough stuffing mixture in his hands, and glanced at him resentfully, "Are you sure you are comforting?"

Zheng Yu choked on her own saliva, then nodded with a broken jar, "Okay, I'm just laughing at you."

Ferranante immediately looked in a tragic situation where he had been hit to the point where his face could not be more humiliated, and the background of his whole body instantly turned dark.

His handsome face was full of ruins, and he stared at the pile of raw materials in his hands, and tried countless times to move them closer to the middle with his hands that were already trembling and tended to faintly cramp.

He really couldn't figure it out, why? !

Playing guns, riding horses, skiing, drinking and driving, even flying planes, etc., etc.!What's wrong with him, Ferranante Brith?

But who will tell him how he fell in front of this small piece of dough and a little stuffing, so damned that he couldn't get up?

Don't comfort me!

Bryce needs no consolation!

That's right, even the dumpling that Flame's kid was rated as spring rolls by Zheng Yu couldn't give me even the slightest bit of comfort!

Two sons rout a pair.

Facing such an irreversible and disastrous ending with no future in sight, old Bryce closed his eyes in despair, and then let out a heavy snort.

The author has something to say: cough cough, poof, alright, alright, I admit that I am here to adjust the atmosphere... [cover face]