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Chef: "..."

Not to mention the chef’s complicated expression at that time, “I’m a coach, come and learn how to cook from me.”

Noodles with soybean paste is essentially the taste of “home”. The hundreds of dishes and flavors are the taste memories that have accompanied your tongue throughout your childhood.

This kind of taste cannot be produced by other shops. No matter how delicious it tastes and how rich the ingredients are, it will often break at the touch of a huge object.

But it doesn’t matter, Jiang Mu has never been just a chef.

So, he can "cheat".

He stared at the cucumber shreds that Lu Ling'er was cutting, with a slightly disdainful expression: "Haven't you ever seen your family members cutting vegetables?"

"I've seen it before." Lu Ling'er said innocently, "But when I got older, my mother never let me go into the kitchen."

Jiang Muchen said, Of course, I’m the one who cooks and I won’t let you into the kitchen.

Of course he knew this, and of course he knew that the foodie girl would answer like this.

The previous sentence is just to lead to the following sentence.

"Is it your mother who cooks in your home?"

"Yeah, sometimes my dad brings it back, but as for cooking, it's usually my mom."

"What dishes does she specialize in?"

"Hmm...it seems like there are quite a lot."

Lu Ling'er pondered for a few seconds, "But the dish we often cook at home is candied yam, because Long'er likes to eat this the most. My mother is good at frying sugar color, and the color is very beautiful."

Jiang Mu washed his hands and quickly searched through the knowledge that the chef had taught him.

Candied yam, Shandong cuisine, belongs to northern cuisine...

The characteristics of northern cuisine are large portions, salty taste, and dark colors... No wonder I like Jufuzhai's noodles with soybean paste.

According to Li Hua, the characteristics of this noodle shop are "salty taste, secondarily sour and spicy, and large pieces of meat."

So that's it, I know how to season it.

Lu Ling'er had no idea that she had sold out all the information silently.

She watched in amazement as Jiang Mu folded and pulled the dough repeatedly in a way that looked like making noodles.

The flour flew like a white dragon dancing in the clouds.

"That's amazing," she said. "Will it not break?"

Lu Ling'er is such a girl. If she feels something is great, she will definitely speak it out.

"Fortunately, the teacher who taught me to cook is a chef who specializes in red cases, but his skills in white cases are also very impressive. He can fold nearly 20 times, which is simply amazing."

Lu Linger raised her hand: "What are red cases and white cases? What is 'twenty buckles'?"

"Um... I'm not too clear about the specific standards. Red case is for meat dishes, such as braised pork and stewed chicken; white case is for pasta dishes, such as steamed buns and dumplings."

Jiang Mu said this and folded the noodles in half again.

"The process I'm doing now is 'one buckle'. Have you ever eaten dragon beard noodles? I remember that dragon beard noodles require twelve or fourteen buckles...

As for the teacher's twenty buckles, it requires stretching a noodle into millions of thin noodles. This kind of noodles is extremely delicate and extremely fragile. They even have to be fried before cooking, otherwise they will become mushy when boiled in water. "

"Very impressive." Lu Ling'er repeated.

Jiang Mu smiled and said nothing.

Speaking of which, Li Hua said he went to look for Jiang, where is he?

I turned my head and suddenly found that a small basin had appeared on the table.

Walk over and open it.

Rich sauce flavor.

Turn your head and look around.

Not even a human figure.

Jiang Mu: "..."

Sometimes he really felt that Li Hua was like the snow girl in the story...oh, snow boy.

It's the kind of fairy in the legend that melts in the bathtub after taking a bath.

The difference is that Li Hua is made of ice frozen from urine.

Not only does it disappear without a trace, but it also leaves people with a bad mood.

Perhaps Lu Ling'er realized that she really didn't know how to do anything, so she stopped causing trouble for Jiang Mu.

She held her cheek and watched him skillfully cut the meat into slightly larger cubes and cut the yellow ginger into ginger froth.

With a "sizzling" sound, the pork belly was put into the pot and the tempting fat slowly seeped out.

The girl listened to the sizzling sound of the oil and gradually became lost in thought.

She suddenly recalled a TV series she watched with her mother when she was a child. It seemed to be a Qing Dynasty drama. There was a little princess who said that the food on the table was delicious and she wished she could marry a chef when she grew up.

Then the little princess was scolded by the prince...

At that time, Lu Ling'er felt very sorry for the little princess.

What's wrong with marrying a chef? It's very happy to marry a chef, okay? I eat meat when I want to eat meat, and I eat noodles when I want to eat noodles. We go to different restaurants for our dates every day. I am responsible for eating and he is responsible for choosing food.

Is there any happier day than this!

Then Lv Ling'er was also scolded by her mother...

Of course, "swearing" is a joke.

Her mother was just joking and said that when looking for a man, you can't just look at one point, you have to first see if the other person is a good man. It's best to find someone like your father. Although he has shortcomings, he is still a good man overall!

Then Lu Ling'er asked me why I didn't feel anything. I felt that my father was not as good as me. When I had no money, I could ask my mother for it, but when my father had no money, he could only use magic.

Mom was stunned. What magic tricks are you talking about?

Lu Ling'er said it was the kind of magic tricks seen on TV. I often saw my father put his hand into the flowerpot, and then money would appear!

My sister added casually: "That's called private money."

The father who remained silent from beginning to end: "..."

When did you see that?

He was laughing foolishly at his wife's praise.

Suddenly I couldn't be happy anymore.

...Although I don’t know why my father had such a sad face that day.

But Lu Ling'er still thinks that marrying a chef is a very happy thing.

Of course, this kind of happiness is rather one-sided in a girl’s fantasy.

Simply put, she was only thinking about "what to eat every day after having a personal chef", instead of thinking that "getting married is a very happy thing".

But now Lu Ling'er feels that her fantasy seems a little more "real".

Maybe it’s not just about eating well - if there really comes a day when you watch the other person prepare the meal bit by bit before the food comes out of the pot, wouldn’t it seem quite happy too?

Moreover, when I was at home, my mother didn’t let me eat in advance because she was older than me.

We are of the same generation from now on, you can't stop me, right?

When she thought about being able to open the lid in advance and pinch out two pieces of pork ribs, Lu Ling'er was so happy that she didn't know what to do.

That's all she needs in life.

As she was thinking, Lu Ling'er subconsciously stretched out her white hand towards the pork belly that had just been taken out of the pot.

"Snapped."

Crisp sound.

The foodie girl covered the back of her hands and looked at Jiang Mu with tears in her eyes.

"pain!"

"Come on, I didn't use any force."

Jiang Mu squinted his eyes, "It's just out of the pot, Ling'er. If you really touch it, it will really hurt... At least wait until it cools down a bit?"

"Oh."

Lu Ling'er sullenly looked.

It was as if the invisible tail also drooped down.

I subconsciously stood up and walked away.

She was quite familiar with this process - it was the same every time she was kicked out of the kitchen by her mother.

I left disappointed, and looked forward to the next opportunity to cheat...

It is the case that he refuses to change despite repeated admonitions.

but.

Lu Linger quickly discovered the ambiguous part in Jiang Mu's words.

She blinked her eyes, looking hopeful:

"What if it cools down a bit? Can I try it?"

The girl looked at Jiang Mu with an extremely expectant look, one that made it hard for people to refuse.

Chef Jiang has a heart of stone, sticks to his principles and never succumbs to lust.

"No."

"Woo woo, is it really not possible? T-T"

"...It can be a little cooler."

Chef Jiang feels that as a half-baked chef, he doesn't need to care too much about principles.

So Lu Ling'er was very happy.

She no longer stared at Jiang Mu cooking, but stared at the pork belly on the plate almost eagerly, looking forward to the moment when the white mist would dissipate.

Jiang Mu glanced at her and smiled helplessly.

...Forget it, it’s made for her anyway.

Eat whatever you want.

See if the children are hungry.

This calm and doting mood lasted until he turned around and found that the plate was empty.

Jiang Mu: “?”

He looked at the plate which was clean except for a little grease.

He looked at Lu Ling'er again, who had a happy face.

Think for three seconds.

Take a deep breath.

"…Student Lu Ling'er."

"Ah? Here!"