pretty little cook

Chapter 285 Die ([-])

Mi Xiaowan didn't pay attention at first, but no matter how dull Mi Xiaowan was, after the five wives disappeared, she felt something was wrong and had doubts in her heart, but she still didn't want to think about it rationally. To prove it, it was too complicated for Yongen, so complicated that she didn't want to touch it.

Time flies, Mi Xiaowan has been in the palace for a month, and the weather is gradually getting warmer. The clothes on Mi Xiaowan's body are reduced and reduced. Fortunately, there are clothes in the palace, otherwise Mi Xiaowan She was really worried that she had no clothes to wear, and Yongxiu had robbed all the clothes Zhang and the others had prepared for her.During this period of time, Mi Xiaowan's life was very simple, she worked every day from sunrise to sunset, and Yongen never came to see her again, only calling her over for lunch with various reasons every now and then.

On this day, Mi Xiaowan got up early as usual to prepare the ingredients for the day. These ingredients were bought by a special person and delivered to the kitchen. Silk, the one that should be carved is fine. Although she hasn't touched a spatula these days, her knife skills have improved by leaps and bounds. Fortunately, she has always carried the set of knives that Zhang Debing gave her, so she didn't lose it.

Such a life is quite fulfilling, and Mi Xiaowan has also seen precious ingredients that she has never seen before, but it is a pity that she has never seen such things as elephant trunks and bear paws.

There were people coming and going in the kitchen, and Mi Xiaowan was cutting tofu quickly on her own cutting board. Although Master Li was silent, he did make things difficult for Mi Xiaowan secretly, but this difficulty was not caused by Wang Dashao. It's kind of making things difficult, and it's like a kind of assessment. For example, today, the task he gave Mi Xiaowan was shredded tofu. The shredded potatoes are easy to cut, but the shredded tofu is not easy to cut. Tofu is not like potatoes. And it is very fragile. If you want to cut tofu into shreds continuously, you need to pay attention to whether the hand of the vegetable cutter is fast, stable, and how to control the strength. Fortunately, Mi Xiaowan's knife skills are practiced since childhood. , The control of the knife has reached a certain level, cutting a shredded tofu is easy!
Master Li secretly glanced at Mi Xiaowan, with a smile on his lips. When this little black girl first came, he found that this little girl was not simple. There was a thick layer of calluses on the tiger's mouth on his right hand. It can be seen that the calluses are left by holding knives all year round, as well as the scars on her hands, both of which are superficial, and this little girl has roots.

Although he didn't eat the nine-turn large intestine that day, it had already conquered him in terms of its color and aroma, so as soon as he took office, he directly transferred this little black girl to chop vegetables. If nothing happened, he would give her a problem, but this little girl did well without exception, just like today's shredded tofu.

Master Li is sneaking at Mi Xiaowan, and Mi Xiaowan is sneaking at Master Li. Every chef has his own little tricks, and these little tricks are often the key to a dish. The so-called learning is worse than stealing. Yi, these days she has noticed some small movements of Master Li.

While the kitchen was in full swing, there were bursts of wailing sounds from the inner courtyard, and soon there were servants shouting all the way. "My lord is dead! My lord is dead! My lord is dead!" I ran outside to report.

(End of this chapter)