Datang Almighty Dad

Chapter 327 The Difficult Task
"Brother, it's been five days in a row, why do you still let me practice cutting dun'er? When will you really teach me how to cook?" In the kitchen, Kinderman complained while cutting potatoes bored.

But Fang Er said with an innocent face: "Now I am teaching you cooking skills! It is a difficult task to become a chef, and the master said that such qualifications are unique. Not only qualifications, but also great perseverance. Chance does.

A qualified chef is different from cooking at home. The first thing to do is to cut the knife evenly. Otherwise, the ingredients will not be heated when put into the pot, and the fried dishes will be partially cooked or overcooked. resulting in a mushy pan.Therefore, a good chef must be an expert with knives. "

Kinderman nodded and said: "You taught me this on the first day, but I think I have already practiced the knife skills. You see, although the ones I cut out are not as good as yours, they are only slow, large and even in size. All the same."

"Junior Sister, the most important thing is to be patient when cooking. You must be calm and calm. The sage said that governing a big country is like cooking a small dish. Sharpening your knife skills is also sharpening your heart. Don't worry, practice for a month first." The attitude of a senior brother.

How can Kinderman be so easy to fool?She stared at Fang Er for a while, until his face turned red, "Brother, do you not want to teach me?"

How can it be?I can't ask for more...

Fang Er, like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, immediately defended loudly.At the same time, I was complaining incessantly. It was the idea of ​​my junior sister, who said that I could teach slowly and hand in hand, so that the longer the time, the deeper the relationship I would cultivate. Would I still worry about not being able to catch up with someone?I really don't know how a young doll knows so much.

But what made Fang Er puzzled was that he was a little timid at first, and he didn't dare to teach others to cut piers with a knife.Unexpectedly, the other party was a master of martial arts, he knew how to use knives, but now he just replaced the battlefield knives with kitchen knives, and he got started in less than a moment, so he didn't give the room a second hand at all.

Probably because he was speechless when asked, or maybe to avoid the other party being suspicious, Fang Er coughed lightly: "Junior Sister may think that cutting pier is monotonous, so how about it, you help me light the fire when I cook, and I will teach you first." Mastering the heat, these are the basic skills of learning art."

Hearing that he could change his homework, Kinderman nodded lightly, happily.

At noon, the restaurant in the front hall was gradually filling up. Feng Er hurriedly reported the names of the dishes, but there was still no dish served until the hall was full, but Feng Er was in a hurry.

"Everyone, everyone, please be safe and don't be impatient, I'm sorry, after I go down, I will remind you from the kitchen..."

After apologizing, Feng Er took two steps at a time and quickly ran towards the kitchen, but when he got to the door, he realized something was wrong before he went in. What's the matter?Is there a fire in the kitchen?Why are there so many fireworks?
"The fire is too big, hold it down, hold it down, alas, don't you add new firewood, isn't this adding fuel to the fire? If you can't hold it down, withdraw the firewood and firewood... Junior sister, have you ever burned the fire? Didn't you just say Will it burn? Cough..." Fang Er yelled and coughed, and in the next second, he dropped the spatula, hugged a pile of burning firewood with both hands and rushed out of the kitchen, heading straight for the well.

Feng Er just wanted to reach out his hand to ask what was going on, but the next second he was stunned by the scene in front of him. A disgraced figure walked out of the kitchen at a loss, like a child who had done something wrong, and stood at the door and bowed down. head.

This, is this Junior Sister Jin?Feng Er was a little confused, "Junior Sister, what's going on? Why are you in such a mess? Is there water in the kitchen?"

Kinderman shook his head, and said aggrievedly: "No, when I was in the army, I had clearly made a bonfire, why can't I switch to a stove?"

"What? Marching bonfire?" Fang Er handled the firewood, came over and heard it, and couldn't help covering his forehead. The food is cooked, as long as it can be eaten. We are a restaurant, and we pay attention to the taste and taste. I thought you would be very talented if you learned how to cut dumplings so quickly, but you were stuck on the fire."

After understanding everything, Feng Zhidai couldn't help laughing and bent over, "Maybe women are not good at making fire, isn't it the same at the beginning, Junior Sister? In fact, it's your fault, why is this stall for teaching fire? In your spare time Can't you teach slowly? Now that the seats in front of you are full, you are stunned that a dish has not been served, and our voice is going to be yellow."

"I know, I know the second child, you go to appease me first. Just now I was too busy to stir fry several times, wasting a lot of materials. Junior sister, come in and continue cutting the pier. There are not enough materials, so I won't let you start the fire. Cough cough ..." Fang Er walked into the kitchen impatiently, coughing again, smoky.

Feng Zhidai returned to the front with a wry smile, but Kinderman was quite unhappy. While chopping vegetables absently, he asked in a low voice, "Brother, am I really stupid? I can't even learn how to cook a fire?"

"Stupid? No, no, no, you're not stupid, but very stupid! Little Junior Sister lit the fire better than you for the first time." Fang Er told the truth while cleaning the pot.Little did they know that before the words were spoken, Kinderman's tears fell down in front of the chopping board.

... It's over, straight man of steel, there is no hope.

After lunch, everyone was too busy, but Kinderman's eyes were swollen.During the meal, Li Yuanying asked about his eyes, Fang Er hurriedly shouted, "Junior sister didn't learn how to light a fire at noon, and she was choked by the smoke, Master, do you have some medicine to relieve swelling for junior sister? "

"Second Fang, you bastard, it's fine if your junior sister can't learn how to make a fire, and you don't have to smoke your eyes like this!" The fourth princess reprimanded Fang Er and rushed to Jin Deman.

Huh... When it was mentioned that he couldn't learn how to burn a fire, Kinderman covered his face and ran back to the room crying, just like making up a knife twice.

At the same time, on the official road in Chang'an westward on the grassland, Prince Siyehu of the Western Turkic Empire was chatting and laughing at Yanyan, who was riding a lion, "With the help of the little princess, don't say he sent troops to ambush him, he brought an army of [-] to us I'm not afraid anymore."

"I guess Xieli was so angry that he probably didn't have time to set up an ambush. He didn't meet the two scouts for several days after he came out." Xiao Doudou was a person who led soldiers before, and he analyzed it very professionally.

Yuwen Chengcheng, who was accompanying him, sighed, "I was hoping that Jieli would have an ambush. I haven't moved for so long, my hands are itchy!"

"Uncle Tie, you didn't even come when you were called to participate in the Cuju competition. You were only busy getting married. Hmph, now you're complaining that your hands are itchy because you haven't played for a long time. Who is to blame?" Xiao Doudou was not polite.

Yuwen Chengcheng explained embarrassingly: "I am different from your father and fourth uncle. You Uncle Tie and I are well-educated and reasonable. How can I neglect the regular wife who is married to the matchmaker? Three books and six rituals are also indispensable. Hehe, you will know when you get married in the future." Now, if you are, you will definitely ask for it. Even if you don't pay attention, uncle, I won't agree."

"Oh, I'm still so young, Uncle Tie, what nonsense are you talking about?" Xiao Doudou suddenly became shy.

Yu Wencheng was surprised and said: "Oh? The little girl is so old, she actually knows how to be shy? It seems that she knows a lot. Could it be that she formed a football team with a group of old women and was taught to be bad?"

Xiao Doudou raised his small fist and said threateningly: "Don't talk nonsense, or I will tell Aunt Hongxia, and you will suffer when the time comes."

"Ahem, please don't, I can't afford to mess with that crazy woman." Yu Wencheng waved his hands and said happily: "Fortunately, I didn't participate in the ball game, otherwise I would have to accompany it to shame, I heard that Cheng Dabeard and the others were almost trampled by the audience Turn it into meatloaf, tsk tsk..."

Roar... The golden lion suddenly stopped and raised its head and roared.

Xiao DouDou's expression froze, and he saw a thousand-man cavalry rushing forward.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack... quickly defend!" The horn sounded, and the guards of the Western Turkic convoy quickly set up a defensive formation.

(End of this chapter)