Self-cultivation migrant workers

Ye Feng has never paid much attention to food, as long as he can eat enough. In his eyes, there is no difference between a bowl of instant noodles and a table of exquisite Man-Han banquet. His only hobby is drinking. This kind of thing, when he was working hard everywhere, was the best medium for him to vent his depression and anesthesia pain. .

It is really difficult to ask him to cook food nowadays. He can cook home-cooked food, but it is difficult to make admirable food. Looking at the dazzling array of dishes, he can't even tell what the name of the dish is. Things, Ye Feng’s head started to swell, he picked from left to right, from vegetables to meat to wild game seafood, he chose for a long time but couldn’t start, he didn’t know how to combine those things to make A dish that suits the taste of Zhengtang people.

Depressed for a long time, Ye Feng finally chose a steamed bun with thin noodles, gathered it up with chopsticks, put it on the charcoal fire and roasted it for a while, then peeled off the hardened outer skin of the steamed bun, and cut the hot and tender part inside with a knife Three slices, and then find some familiar lettuce, dried shrimps, cooked meat and sauce among the dishes on the table, cut the cooked meat into thin slices, match them with dried dried shrimps and lettuce, and smear the sauce on it. Put it in the steamed bun slices, apply a little oil on the outer layer, and bake it on the charcoal fire for a while.

After the appearance of the steamed buns turns yellow and crispy, Ye Feng's dish, which is unique both in its preparation and its appearance, is considered complete.

Ye Feng presented the dishes, the female examiner looked left and right, frowned and said: "You are just a steamed bun, not well-known, how do you eat it?"

Ye Feng smiled and said: "Ma'am, this dish is actually famous. We are from a poor family. It is good enough to eat a steamed bun. I figured out this dish by myself. You can call it It’s a hamburger, you can also call it a sandwich, as for how it tastes, you’ll know when you try it.”

The female examiner leaned closer and smelled it first, and it seemed that the taste was okay, so she opened her mouth and took a bite.

Ye Feng said that he was not nervous, but in fact he was still a little nervous. He didn't even know how this thing tasted. Seeing the unpredictable expression on the female examiner's face, Ye Feng complained in his heart: "It must be not. It’s delicious, if I knew it earlier, I’d put some more sugar and some salt, maybe the taste would be better.”

After the female examiner took a bite, she didn't express her opinion. Ye Feng originally thought that she would throw the "hamburger" aside, but unexpectedly the female examiner babbled twice and ate up the "hamburger" in one go. It was beyond Ye Feng's expectation.

The female examiner seemed to be unsatisfied, wiped the corners of her mouth, and the expression on her face turned from cloudy to sunny, and said with a smile: "Little brother, what kind of burger is yours? It’s easy to make, and everyone can do it at first glance. Although the appearance is not beautiful and the workmanship is not exquisite, it is better than KitKat. You can pass this primary election.”

Ye Feng was overjoyed, the blind cat bumped into the dead mouse, a dish made by himself to fool people, unexpectedly tasted good, and the cooking skill was passed.

Based on the three competitions, Ye Feng's average score was the best, so he naturally won the first place in the primary election. It was an instant hit, at least in terms of impression points, Ye Feng had already taken the lead.

The next thing to face is the re-election where no one knows what to test.

After the elimination of the primary election, the number of people who entered the secondary election has been reduced by more than half, leaving only 48 people. Although the number is small, the rest are elites. Besides, there are only four winners in the end. So many people are fighting for it. One can imagine how competitive it is.

The re-election venue is concentrated in a large wing room in the backyard. All candidates stand in the hall. After being called by name, they can go to the room to take the test. Basically, four people go in at the same time every time. Ye Feng waited. For most of the day, seeing that there were fewer and fewer people, I still haven't heard anyone call my name.

When he was bored, he felt that someone stabbed him lightly from behind. Ye Feng looked back, but saw that he knew the person who stabbed him, that black-faced boy Yan Ruyu who looked like a woman.

Ye Feng has a good impression of this young man named Yan Ruyu, at least his calligraphy is really good, but he always feels that this guy named Yan Ruyu is effeminate, with a black face, as if he has been unlucky for eight lifetimes, look at him. Even if she is not a shemale, she is still a freak with a man's body and a woman's heart. He has seen many such people in the 21st century, and they are collectively called pseudo-mothers. Most of these people have homosexual tendencies, or Less reason is better.

So he just smiled politely at Yan Ruyu and turned around.

He didn't want to talk to them, but they insisted on talking to him.

"Young master, it turns out that you are also here to test the servant."

Ye Feng snorted, but didn't answer, isn't that obvious?If I hadn't come to test the servant, why am I still standing here.

"My lord, just now you were in front of Li's house, why did you...why do you radiate golden light all over your body?"

Ye Feng was stunned for a moment, and didn't know how to answer his question. Earlier, he asked Law to use the power of space to transform some golden light. The purpose was just to fool San Dezi, a superstitious guy, but he didn't expect this to be seen by Yan Ruyu. In my eyes, this guy is not superstitious, it's okay to fool San Dezi, but I'm afraid he can't fool him.

Seeing Yan Ruyu patiently waiting for an explanation, Ye Feng could only continue humming.

"Well, is this the problem? It's actually like this. I was cutting firewood in the mountains of my hometown a few days ago, and accidentally got some itchy pollen on my body. This pollen is harmless to the human body, but after touching it, my body will feel itchy. It was extremely itchy, and then I found an old doctor who prescribed a medicine powder for external application, and it gradually got better after applying it. I came to sign up today, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable on the skin. I took off my clothes on the tree and wanted to apply some medicine powder secretly. Who knew that I slipped and fell from the top. It may be because of nervousness. I rushed forward and landed right in front of you. As for the glowing thing on my body Well, it has something to do with the medicine powder I use. As long as the medicine powder is exposed to sunlight, it will reflect light. After a while, the medicine will be fine. I am neither a god nor a ghost. That's how it looks, you...you should be able to understand."

The expression on Yan Ruyu's face was obvious, of course he didn't believe it, but there was nothing he could do about it, since he had something hard to say, it was inconvenient for him to ask more. As for the theory of gods and ghosts, he certainly wouldn't believe it, no matter from which point of view, Ye Feng They are all a down-to-earth person.

Yan Ruyu asked this question just casually, but Ye Feng's answer would be so "brilliant". Seeing Ye Feng's distressed face, he changed the subject wisely, saying: "Young Master is the leader of today's primary election. Please forgive Yan for not understanding the general situation before and not being able to make friends with you in time. If you don't mind, Yan is willing to form a duo with you. During the re-election later, I hope you can help me a lot."

Ye Feng let out a sigh of relief, and after a long time, this black-faced boy surnamed Yan saw that he had outstanding achievements, made a lot of achievements, and was handsome, so he came to curry favor with him and wanted to form an alliance with him.

This kid is really smart, now there are only four candidates left in the hall including him and himself, they must be in the same big group, but why does he want to form a small duo with himself, Ye Feng But I can't figure it out.

"Brother Yan, I am honored that you are willing to form a two-person team with me, but I want to ask, why do we have to form a team? What does this have to do with the re-election?"

"Young master, don't you know? Although we don't know the topic of the re-election, the form of the re-election is fixed. During the re-election, four people form a large group, and then divide into two pairs. After the room received the questions, they began to discuss the match, and as for who wins and who loses in the end, it will be judged by the examiners behind the scenes."

Ye Feng was different and asked: "Brother, what is a clear talk, why do you have to talk about it?"

Yan Ruyu stared blankly at Ye Feng, as if she was looking at an idiot, and asked, "My lord, don't you want to tease me, how can you not know what talking is? (To be continued.)