Border Cook

Chapter 508 Can't Hold It Back

Compared with Loushanzi, Zhao Dahu and Zhao Erhu are less interested in this industry and do it more naturally.

Especially since they are both at the age when they are still playing, they are naturally curious about this kind of work that is more suitable for adults at first, but then get tired of it.

Xia Mingyue understood the current situation of the two people and understood them.

In this case, let’s try to mediate!
"It seems like your condition has lasted for some time. I don't think you can solve this problem by yourselves. Let me think of a way for you."

"What method?"

"You two, starting with Da Hu, will take turns to rest for half a month." Xia Mingyue said, "During this half month, you can stay at home and eat, drink and have fun, but you are not allowed to cook. This way you can completely relax."

Total relaxation?

Zhao Dahu and Zhao Erhu looked at each other in disbelief.

Not to mention that since entering Buyun Tower, I have been busy all day long. Except for the few days during the New Year, I have almost no free time.

Even when I was younger, I had to help with a lot of housework.

There is something unrealistic and illusory about the idea of ​​complete relaxation.

Do you really want us to completely relax?

The two of them looked back and forth, still unable to believe their ears.

But these are the words spoken by Aunt Xia herself, so they are naturally golden words and she will definitely be able to do it.

but……

"Completely relaxing means that you absolutely cannot cook during this period of time?" Zhao Dahu confirmed again.

"Correct."

"You're not allowed to cook at home?"

"Yes."

"What if you want to cook?"

"Hold it in."

"What if you really can't hold it in?"

Facing the question raised by Zhao Erhu, Zhao Dahu pulled the corner of his mouth in dissatisfaction, "...If you can't hold it in, go to the toilet!"

Zhao Erhu, "..."

Xia Mingyue, "..."

That’s not necessary.

After the matter was settled, Xia Mingyue asked Lou Shanzi to work harder during these days and also gave the young chefs some opportunities to practice, and then explained the matter to Manager Ge.

The original agreement was that the kitchen would be fully managed by Xia Mingyue, and Manager Ge naturally had no objection to this.

So, according to the agreement, Zhao Dahu began a half-month life of "complete relaxation".

Because Xia Mingyue had informed Lu in advance, Lu suppressed her inner obsessive-compulsive disorder and did not care about Zhao Dahu's daily schedule, just letting him do what he wanted.

Zhao Dahu was extremely delighted upon seeing this, and he took Wu Jin out for a whole day of running and playing, with his mouth grinning from ear to ear with joy.

That night, Zhao Dahu played until midnight and planned to sleep until noon the next day.

Unfortunately, due to the habit he had developed over the years, Zhao Dahu still woke up at the usual time and could not fall asleep again no matter what.

Zhao Dahu tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep, so he simply got up.

Seeing that his mother was busy in the central kitchen next door, Zhao Dahu also went to Xia Mingyue's house next door.

At this time, Mrs. Lu and Yinqiao were making breakfast. Each of them had a small bowl of steamed egg, freshly ground soy milk, fried dough sticks that were soft and crispy, and a cold salad of mustard and cucumber.

Seeing two people busy in the kitchen, Zhao Dahu subconsciously wanted to take the knife from Lu.

But thinking of Aunt Xia's previous advice, she had to suppress this thought and just said, "Aunt Yinqiao, you put a little too much salt. It would be better if you put less."

"You can add a little bit of sugar to enhance the flavor."

"Cucumbers can be cut diagonally, which makes them look better and easier to absorb the flavor."

"That fried dough stick, yes, yes, yes, make it longer..."

Yin Qiao was fine. When Zhao Dahu gave her advice, she did not object but just did as he suggested. From time to time, she even asked Zhao Dahu whether what she was doing was appropriate.

However, Mrs. Lu couldn't stand Zhao Dahu's chattering and pointing fingers at her, so she raised her hand and gave Zhao Dahu a slap on the face. Then she tore off a piece of dough from the fried dough stick and stuffed it into Zhao Dahu's hand, "You're so annoying. Go play somewhere else!"

I've been cooking for half my life, why do I need a brat like you to make a fuss here?

Zhao Dahu had no choice but to put away his thoughts on giving instructions, clenched the dough in his hand, and pouted.

If you are not allowed to say it, then don't say it. What's the point of giving you dough?
You can't treat him as a three-year-old child!

But even though he was grumbling, Zhao Dahu quickly kneaded the dough and went to find Wu Jin to play with.

The dough for fried dough sticks is soft and fluffy, and very smooth and oily. It changes into various shapes in Zhao Dahu's hands.

Zhao Dahu became interested and found some broken tiles and rough porcelain bowl bottoms and started playing a game of house.

After kneading the dough into the shape of a duck, Zhao Dahu placed a few leaves from the central kitchen underneath. He called out, "Come here, Wu Jin, and have some roast duck."

Then pinch it into the shape of a small fish, "Wu Jin, try this braised fish."

The shape of the pork elbow, "roasted pork elbow in sauce!"

"Braised pork!"

“Roast chicken!”

Zhao Dahu was having a lot of fun, but Wu Jin was rolling his eyes almost to the sky.

It is no longer a two-year-old puppy. Can it find someone else to play such childish games?

Wu Jin yawned, put his head on his front paws, and pretended to be sleepy.

When Zhao Dahu saw this, the smile on his face faded a little, but after a moment he was happy again and continued to play his own games.

If you don’t want to play, forget it, I’ll play by myself!

However, no matter how fun something is, it will become boring after playing for a long time. Before breakfast was fully ready, Zhao Dahu no longer had much interest in it. He just pushed these things aside and went to look for other things to play with.

After two or three days of this, Zhao Dahu felt increasingly bored.

Zhao Dahu felt bored staying at home, so he simply went out to the street to see if he could find something fun to relieve his boredom.

There are bamboo balls for sale on the street, beautifully crafted cloth tigers, windmills made of colored paper, grasshoppers made of grass leaves...

Zhao Dahu's eyes were overwhelmed, everything he saw was extremely new, and now that he had money in his pocket, he was no longer stingy and just bought everything he saw and liked.

After playing like this for another two days, Zhao Dahu lost interest in going out to the streets to look for new things and simply lay down at home.

Lying down like this made Zhao Dahu feel more and more empty, especially when he smelled the aroma of food wafting from the central kitchen next door from time to time, the idea of ​​cooking actually came to Zhao Dahu's mind.

But he quickly suppressed the thought and even laughed at himself.

You deserve to be a slave. Aunt Xia has let you relax for half a month, but only five or six days have passed and you're already thinking about cooking.

Do you owe me?