After Kuai Chuan was targeted by the villain

Chapter 1653 Sang Zhi article (6)

However, it was too late to ask more questions at this time.

He hurried to the kitchen.

The cooks in the mansion are all first-class senior chefs.

Young Master Dongsang requires exquisiteness in life, and is also very particular about meals.

Even the people who work for the cook are carefully selected.

But today, their young master unexpectedly drove them all out of the kitchen early in the morning.

Roll up your sleeves and go to battle in person, and start learning how to cook.

The chef is teaching, and the leader is helping.

That picture is really unbearable to look at.

"I think the leader is about to cry."

"If it were you, you would cry too."

Everyone in the kitchen quietly hid outside to watch.

"Our leader was born as a general, and his hands are for dancing spears and sticks. It's only aggrieved to hold a small kitchen knife at this time."

"The leader has been holding a potato for a long time, why hasn't he cut the knife yet?"

"I should be thinking about where to cut it from."

"Your word 'cut' successfully made my hair stand on end."

At this moment, the young master in white clothes, kneading dough, took the radish from the leader's hand.

"I come."

"Don't don't."

The leader hurriedly snatched the potatoes and hugged him back, "Your subordinates can do it, and your subordinates can really do it."

He can't let the young master cut this thing, what if he cuts it in his hand.

Sang Zhi stood with a little flour on her cold face and glanced at him.

"Quickly cut."

"Yes, yes, please knead the dough first."

The leader swallowed, and picked up the kitchen knife again.

Sang Zhi picked up another kitchen knife, then pressed down on the potato, and went down with one knife.

The leader's heart skipped a beat.

"Young master, please don't..."

"Quarrel."

"……Yes."

The leader didn't dare to say much, and stood aside obediently.

Sang Zhi holds the kitchen knife and slowly slices the potatoes.

The size was uneven, and the boy frowned dissatisfied.

Pick up another potato and continue chopping.

Thickness is uneven.

After a while, a lot of potato chips piled up on the chopping board.

The chef said cautiously: "Young master, it's fine, these potatoes are enough."

Sang Zhi said coldly, "Not evenly."

"..."

"Young master, these potato chips need to be cut into cubes, it doesn't matter if they are uneven."

"It doesn't look good, you cut it evenly."

Chef: If I don't chop evenly, I'm not fit to be a chef.

The chef glanced at the leader, meaning to ask him to persuade him.

The leader coughed softly, "Young master, you cut it very well, really, there is no need to cut it anymore, the chopping board won't fit anymore..."

Sang Zhi: "Bring some more potatoes."

Everyone: "..."

"Young master, His Majesty may have already got up."

"...If you don't hurry up, she's going to be hungry."

Sang Zhi paused, "Bring the cooked porridge to His Majesty first."

"Yes, but...the potato chips you cut are really good, they can be used to make buns."

The leader is in death throes.

Why did the young master suddenly want to cook for His Majesty?

There is really no need to cook by yourself.

What does His Majesty want to eat, can the cook do it?

Why do you have to toss yourself.

The leader looked at the pile of potato chips, and then at his young master with flour all over his face.

No matter how you look at it, such a pure, clear and cold young master doesn't match the oily fume of the kitchen.

He remembered how the young master spent every day carving hairpins in the room.

When this person meets love, it is really like a completely different person.

I hope His Majesty will love the young master more when he sees the young master who has done so much for her.

(End of this chapter)