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Chapter 866 Burning (2)

The kitchen is big and a bit noisy.

Everywhere the cooks were busy, completely engrossed.

The sound of the mobile phone falling was not small, but all the cooks thought that someone was making the noise, and it didn't attract their attention at all.

That's it.

The frying pan in front of the boy was boiling faster and faster.

More and more oil was spilled.

But Lin Zhaoxia completely lost her composure after being burned, she couldn't control her phone even if she dropped it, she just had a white face, frowning, and stood far away from the pot.

But I still want to stick to it.

At this time, the chef finally came back.

The first thing I saw was the tumbling oil pan.

Eyelids are jumping.

He hurried over, "Young master, you can adjust the fire."

As he said that, he had already started to work, and then took a handful of kitchen utensils, and began to fish out the overcooked pieces of meat that had been fried.

Because of the young man’s fall just now, some of the starch inside was even blackened by frying. After the meat was salvaged, even if she was not around, the cook who had studied cooking for decades could tell at a glance what the young man had just done. It is a headache to know what the method is, "Young master, that piece of meat needs to be fried in it piece by piece with kitchen utensils."

But Lin Zhaoxia didn't understand.

Looking at those tricky and complicated things with her, they can be solved easily with the head cook.

Her sore lips were turning white.

The head cook turned off the fire, turned around and wanted to talk to the boy about something.

As a result, he saw the young man with a delicate white face.

Those eyes that were always beautiful and bright seemed to have watermarks in them.

The cook's long eyelids began to twitch violently.

It always feels wrong.

But the kitchen was a bit foggy, and I couldn't see what was wrong with the boy, but I saw the boy clutching his arms and hurried over.

I saw that the boy's arm, which was originally as white and tender as white porcelain, was now a big red spot, and even a big white blister had formed in some places, with bloodshot inside.

The head cook suddenly exclaimed, "Young master, you are injured!"

The cook's voice was loud.

The cooks who were still busy in the kitchen suddenly all looked over.

Hearing what the chef said, he immediately became confused.

I can't even take care of the work I am busy with.

Busy all around.

The chef is still very calm in this situation.

Immediately, he pulled the boy to the flushing pool.

Turn on the faucet and start pouring water at the hot place of the boy's cup.

Lin Zhaoxia was still in pain.

But he didn't say anything.

It's just a white face with trembling lips.

That appearance is painful to look at.

The cook always felt that the young man looked like a boy, and always felt that he would cry in the next second.

It was very gentle comfort there, "Don't be afraid, young master,"

Lin Zhaoxia is not afraid.

But the body is so sensitive that it can't bear even a little pain.

What's more, it's still scalded by this kind of high-temperature oil?
Thoughts are a little broken.

All the cooks in the kitchen surrounded her.

The head cook rushed them, "Go do your work," and then called a cook who was about to go back to wash the vegetables, "Go and inform the young master."

The cook ran out quickly.

……

upstairs.

In the study, Yang Moyan was flipping through some documents and materials, completely unaware of the boy's injury.

It was the same little cook who came up to report, knocked on the door hastily, and rushed in without waiting for him to speak.

As soon as he frowned, the little cook hurriedly said, "Master, come to the kitchen quickly, the young master is injured!"

Yang Moyan's expression changed suddenly, and he pushed the thing in front of him, and walked out of the study.

(End of this chapter)