I put you in charge of the child, and you raised a monster!

In the activity room.

The smile on He Chuan's face slowly froze when the words "demolishing the kitchen" were uttered.

Zhao Lei almost spat out the water he had just taken a sip of.

"Teacher He, I suggest we buy insurance for the restaurant owner."

Bai Sisi looked at him.

"Think about how you're going to compensate for the bad haircut you did."

Zhao Lei, shut up.

The comments section was filled with laughter.

"Now we finally know Shenyang Aircraft Corporation's weaknesses!"

"Others who can't cook might burn the food, but Shen Fei is teaching his daughter to dismantle the kitchen?"

Restaurant owner: Is it too late for me to run away?

Yang Mi looked down at Shen Ling'er.

"Did your dad really teach you to dismantle the kitchen?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"Um."

"The pot caught fire while he was cooking."

"and then?"

"Then he said, to solve the fire, you have to solve the pot first."

Yang Mi's eyelid twitched.

"So he took the pot apart?"

Shen Ling'er thought for a moment.

"more than."

"The stove was also dismantled."

The activity room fell silent for a second.

He Chuan supported the whiteboard.

He now really wants to ask the production team whether working as a kitchen helper in a restaurant is considered a safety task or a kitchen explosion reserve.

10:00 AM.

The program crew's convoy arrived at an old street outside the residential area.

The restaurant is small.

The sign above the store reads "Old Wang's Home-Style Dishes".

Two pots of scallions were placed at the entrance, and a sign on the glass door read "Today's Special Price".

Tomato and egg stir-fry, number fifteen.

Shredded pork with green peppers, 22.

Pickled fish, 38 yuan.

The owner's surname is Wang, he is in his fifties, has a round face, and wears an apron around his waist.

He smiled warmly when he saw the production crew.

When he saw Shen Ling'er again, his smile faltered for a moment.

"Is this the little girl who... can pick locks, appraise treasures, and play the suona?"

Shen Ling'er looked up.

"Uncle, I can't play the suona today."

Boss Wang breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good."

Shen Ling'er added a sentence.

"I'm tearing down the kitchen today."

The flesh on Boss Wang's face twitched.

He Chuan quickly stepped forward.

"Boss Wang, children speak without thinking."

Boss Wang looked at Yang Mi.

"Sister Mi, our task today is simple."

"Wash the vegetables, prepare the vegetables, and pack them for takeout."

"Knives and fire, children should not touch them."

Yang Mi nodded.

"no problem."

Shen Ling'er raised her hand.

"Can I touch the pot?"

Boss Wang immediately shook his head.

"cannot."

"Where's the stove?"

"cannot."

"Where's the gas valve?"

"Absolutely not!"

Shen Ling'er frowned.

"Then how do I check for safety?"

Boss Wang was taken aback.

The comments section was filled with laughter.

"Boss: I'm hiring a kitchen helper, not a security checker."

"Shen Ling'er's professional understanding today: kitchen bomb disposal expert."

"Just how deep of a kitchen trauma did Shen Fei leave her with?"

The kitchen is not big.

There is a pool on one side and a worktable on the other.

The iron pot is hanging on the wall.

The flame on the stove was very steady.

The air was filled with the smells of cooking oil, scallions, ginger, and hot soup.

Yang Mi changed into an apron.

She usually wears formal gowns on the red carpet.

Now, wearing an apron adds a touch of homey charm.

Shen Ling'er stood to the side and glanced at it twice.

"Mom, you tied your apron wrong."

Yang Mi lowered his head.

"Where did I go wrong?"

Shen Ling'er reached out and wrapped the ribbon from back to front, tying a knot.

"It's less likely to get caught when running like this."

Boss Wang was taken aback.

Why did they have to leave the kitchen?

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"When it's on fire."

Boss Wang: "..."

Yang Mi rubbed his temples.

"Ling'er, you are not allowed to carry fire today."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"it is good."

She paused for two seconds.

"Then I'll mention the one that's smoking."

Yang Mi: "..."

The first task is to wash the vegetables.

Boss Wang brought over a basket of bok choy.

"Wash it clean and remove any yellow leaves."

Yang Mi squatted by the pool, carefully washing each piece of clothing.

The movements are slow.

But very carefully.

Shen Ling'er watched for a few seconds, then squatted down as well.

She reached out with her small hand.

First, arrange the vegetable roots in one direction.

Then part the leaves to look at the soil around the roots.

"This basket of vegetables has been soaked in water."

Boss Wang was taken aback.

"How did you figure that out?"

Shen Ling'er pointed to the vegetable stalks.

"The stems are stiff, the leaves are soft, and there are heavy watermarks around the roots."

"The vegetable vendor sprayed water twice this morning."

Boss Wang smiled.

"Okay, young lady knows how to cook."

Shen Ling'er raised her chin.

"My dad said, the first lesson at the market is: don't buy vegetables that look too vibrant."

Yang Mi looked at her.

"Your dad even took you to the farmers market?"

"Um."

"When?"

"When you were taking pictures of GG."

Yang Mi took a deep breath.

Just how many down-to-earth things has Shen Fei done behind her back while raising her daughter?

After washing the vegetables.

The second task is to peel garlic.

Boss Wang brought over a bowl of garlic.

"That's easy."

Yang Mi was about to reach out.

Shen Ling'er had already placed the garlic between the two stainless steel basins.

Hold it in place.

It shook a dozen times.

turn on.

Half of the garlic skin had fallen apart.

Boss Wang's eyes lit up.

"Hey? That's a great idea!"

Shen Ling'er said earnestly, "My father said that if you can use tools, don't tire your hands out."

He Chuan muttered to himself from the side.

"Mr. Shen can't cook, but he's learned a lot about kitchen efficiency."

The screen was flooded with comments.

Shen Fei: I can't cook, but I can optimize processes.

"This dad is becoming more and more like a 'housekeeping encyclopedia' for the underworld."

Yang Mi's expression: I missed my daughter's entire childhood.

The third task is to crack eggs.

Boss Wang gave Yang Mi a small bowl of eggs.

"For making scrambled eggs with tomatoes for lunch."

Yang Mi picked one up and tapped it gently on the rim of the bowl.

No cracks.

Kneel again.

The crack is too big.

Egg yolk dripped onto my hand.

She froze.

Shen Ling'er looked up.

"Mother, you hit it too gently."

Yang Mi was helpless.

"Even eggs have to be fierce?"

Shen Ling'er picked one up.

A gentle tap.

Split two fingers apart.

The egg white and yolk fell intact into the bowl.

No shell fragments.

Their movements were so fast, it was as if they had practiced.

Boss Wang was stunned.

"Did your father teach you this?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"My dad said that knocking on an egg is the same as knocking on a door."

Boss Wang didn't understand.

Shen Ling'er explained.

"Not enough force, it won't open."

"Too much force, it'll break."

"You need to tap the spot where it most wants to crack."

Boss Wang remained silent.

He suddenly realized that after running a restaurant for thirty years, he had been taught a lesson by a five-year-old child.

Yang Mi looked at the eggs in the bowl and suddenly smiled.

"Then why can't your dad cook?"

Shen Ling'er was very serious.

"Because all he knows how to do is knock."

"I don't know how to cook."

The kitchen staff burst into laughter.

The peaceful morning passed.

Yang Mi washes vegetables.

Shen Ling'er peeled garlic, cracked eggs, and counted takeout boxes.

Boss Wang is in charge of cooking.

He was nervous at first.

Later, it was discovered that this little girl was actually quite useful as long as she didn't touch the stove.

Especially counting things.

"Ling'er, how many takeout containers are left?"

Shen Ling'er didn't even glance at it.

One hundred and twenty-three.

Boss Wang didn't believe it, so he counted it himself.

There are indeed 123.

He was convinced.

"Are your eyes an abacus?"

Shen Ling'er shook her head.

"My dad said that when opening a store, you need to know how much is left."

"Too little, and it will cause problems."

"Too much, it's a waste of money."

Boss Wang nodded.

That's right.

Yang Mi was cutting tomatoes nearby.

The knife was a blunt-tipped small kitchen knife, which Boss Wang specially changed.

She cut very slowly.

The tomatoes are of different sizes.

Shen Ling'er watched for a while.

"daughter."

"Um?"

"You cut it very freely."

Yang Mi looked down at the plate.

There are large pieces.

There are small pieces.

There's another piece that looks like she flattened it.

She was a little embarrassed.

"As long as it's edible, it's fine."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"That's what my dad said too."

Yang Mi raised an eyebrow.

"and then?"

"Then my mother said, 'You can't eat it.'"

Yang Mi burst out laughing.

The live stream suddenly became a little quiet.

It wasn't an awkward silence.

It was this down-to-earth atmosphere that surprised many viewers.

Shen Ling'er was too overpowered in the previous story.

Catching thieves, unlocking locks, appraising treasures, playing the suona.

Today she was squatting in the back kitchen of a restaurant peeling garlic.

Her mouth is still sharp.

But she would hand Yang Mi a piece of paper.

It will wipe off the tomato juice.

He would frown when water splashed onto Yang Mi's sleeves.

"Mother, step back."

Yang Mi asked her.

Why?

"Your clothes are white today."

Yang Mi was taken aback.

Then he wiped his hands on his apron.

"understood."

It's lunchtime.

The restaurant's front hall was packed with people.

Boss Wang cooks dishes incredibly fast.

With a flick of the spatula, flames leaped up.

Shen Ling'er immediately stood up straight.

Boss Wang quickly said, "Normal heat! Normal heat!"

Shen Ling'er stared at the stove.

"The oil temperature is too high."

Boss Wang paused.

He looked down at the pot.

It is indeed a bit high.

He turned the fire down.

"Don't scare me."

Shen Ling'er sat back down on the small stool.

I wasn't trying to scare you.

"I'm afraid you'll scare my mother."

Yang Mi was packing takeout when she heard this and paused for a moment.

She didn't say anything.

He simply covered a box of rice and pushed it in front of his daughter.

"Help Mom put on the label."

Shen Ling'er immediately took it.

Which table number?

Number twelve.

"On the 12th, I ordered shredded pork with green peppers and less spicy sauce, lots of rice, and no scallions in the soup."

Boss Wang turned around.

How did you know?

Shen Ling'er pointed to the front hall.

"That's what that uncle just said."

Boss Wang was completely dumbfounded.

"You could hear all that noise?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"My dad said that you should only listen to the important points in noisy places."

He Chuan stood at the door of the kitchen and couldn't help but sigh.

"Ling'er isn't appraising treasures or unlocking locks today, which is quite scary."

The comments section was filled with laughter.

"She just uses her superpowers to put on takeout labels."

"This is the real-life version of the Demon Ball."

"Shen Fei can't cook, but he trained a master of kitchen management."

Just then.

Suddenly, a loud slamming sound came from the front hall.

boom!

The restaurant fell silent for a moment.

A man in a floral shirt stood up.

There was a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes in front of him.

His face looked terrible.

"Boss!"

"How did you make this dish?"

Boss Wang peeked out from the back kitchen.

"What's wrong?"

The man in the floral shirt slammed his chopsticks down next to the plate.

"The eggs have a fishy smell."

"The tomatoes are still raw."

"They dare to sell this for fifteen?"

Boss Wang quickly wiped his hands and came out.

"Brother, if it's not to your liking, I'll get you another plate."

The man sneered.

"Just replace it with another plate?"

"Are you going to take responsibility if I get food poisoning?"

The customers in the shop started watching the spectacle.

The program's camera also turned to them.

He Chuan's expression tightened.

coming.

He knew that things couldn't stay peaceful forever.

Yang Mi stood by the kitchen door, her brows slightly furrowed.

Shen Ling'er jumped down from the small stool.

She glanced at the plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

She then looked at the man's right hand.

The man had a little bit of red oil on his fingers.

But there's no chili oil in the scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

Shen Ling'er narrowed her eyes.

She was about to walk forward.

Yang Mi reached out and pressed her down.

"Ling'er, don't speak yet."

Shen Ling'er looked up.

"Mom, he's picking a fight."

lobby.

The man in the floral shirt suddenly raised his voice.

"I demand a refund and compensation today."

"Or I'll post it online."

"Celebrities come to film a show, and you make them eat this kind of stuff?"

Behind the camera, the director's face changed instantly.

Boss Wang was also stunned.

Shen Ling'er looked at the person, her voice not loud.

"daughter."

Yang Mi lowered his head.

Shen Ling'er pointed to the dish.

"That's not the flavor we make in our pan."

Yang Mi's expression changed.

The man in the floral shirt happened to be looking in their direction.

He smiled.

"Little kid, you still want to stand up for your mom?"