I just want to travel fast

Chapter 471 The Little Cook in the Palace 8
In the second year since she came to this world in the early hours of the morning, she has achieved little success in the skill of burning fire.

In fact, a few months in advance, she could leave the teacher early in the morning, because she came to learn to be a cook, not to learn how to make a fire, so there is no need to learn so well, that would put the cart before the horse.

But Chenchen’s strength has come up. Qingchen, who can be regarded as an indirect perfectionist, feels that he should learn the best in whatever he wants to learn.

In fact, I was able to learn it so early, which is all due to the fact that I picked up kung fu again after meeting in the house in the early morning and evening.Although Mrs. Zhang lives in the same room and cannot practice moves, it is still good to practice internal strength, especially for the content to be learned later, such as chopping vegetables and chopping spoons, internal strength is extremely important.

After traveling through so many worlds, Chenchen no longer sticks to the posture of five hearts to the sky to practice internal strength, and can lie down, sit or lie on his stomach, so after spending a whole day in the kitchen, Chenchen thought about practicing lying down.

Although the physical aptitude of this round is limited, but because the internal force has followed her from the beginning of the time travel, it is not difficult to practice.

And there is no need to fight and kill in this world, and there is no need to practice too much, as long as you can handle the iron pot.

When he was five years old in the early morning, he finally ended his career of burning fire girls, and started his career of serving pots again.

Although the cooking in the small kitchen is for the princess, it is a small stir-fry, but the size of the pot is not small, and it is all made of refined iron. A single pot alone weighs nearly 20 catties. No matter how it drips, it will cost 25 to [-] catties.

Don't look at Chen Chen as a fat girl, but she is just puffy and doesn't have much strength, so when she took the iron pot for the first time, she didn't pick it up.

It was not raised with one hand, but with two hands.Not only that, but she overestimated her strength at the beginning and stretched her arms.

Aunt Feng and Mrs. Zhang looked distressed and wanted to change the pot to a smaller pot for Chen Chen, but Chen Chen refused.

She really didn't believe that she couldn't even hold a pot, so she took it.

Aunt Feng had no choice but to find the government doctor, and asked him for some medicated oil, and asked Mrs. Zhang to rub it in the morning at night.When you are young, don't leave any sequelae.

Because the cook is often injured, cuts, burns and the like happen almost every day, so Mrs. Feng has a very good relationship with the doctor.

And Mrs. Feng is a good person. Although she didn't have a family, she still has a good relationship with many people in the mansion.

In the evening, Madam Zhang massaged Ling Chen's arms with medicated oil. Seeing her daughter's white and tender arms turn red from being kneaded by her, Madam Zhang felt particularly uncomfortable, especially when she saw her daughter clenching her teeth against the pain. My heart was so sour.

"Guo'er, if you feel uncomfortable, just call out!"

Zhang's voice was trembling.

In fact, Chenchen's appearance was completely faked, she had already lost her pain perception, but as a five-year-old girl, if her arms were rubbed red and she still showed no expression, it would be unreasonable.

That's why she pretended to grit her teeth.

Listening to Mrs. Zhang's words, Chenchen took a deep breath and said, "Mother, it's okay, I can hold back, you can rub it!"

478 in the system space watched the early morning performance and couldn't help applauding. This performance was really natural.

Seeing her daughter being so sensible, Mrs. Zhang felt very relieved: "Then hold on, mother should move faster, and she will be fine in a while."

Chenchen hummed and didn't speak, but in order to show that he was uncomfortable, he still frowned.

After almost half the bottle of medicated oil was used up, Mrs. Zhang stopped and fetched some water for her to wash up in the morning before letting her go to bed to rest.

As soon as Zhang woke up the next day, she also woke up in the early hours of the morning. In this world, she didn't need 478 as an alarm clock at all. She woke up earlier than 478.

Zhang opened Qingchen's arm and took a look. She didn't see anything abnormal. Then she stretched out her hand and pinched it: "Guo'er, does it still hurt?"

Qingchen shook her head: "It doesn't hurt."

She was pretending at first, but at that time she only stretched a bit, and the medicine given by the doctor of the palace should be quite effective, so she said it didn't hurt in the early hours of the morning.

Mrs. Zhang squeezed twice more, carefully observed Chen Chen's expression, and found that she was really not in pain, so she was relieved.

The two went to the small kitchen with a lantern.

Mrs. Zhang helped to make breakfast, and in the early morning, she began to practice cooking.

But this time, with the experience from last time, she was no longer reckless and tried slowly, and she also used her newly developed internal strength.

The pot was slowly picked up, and Mrs. Feng and Mrs. Zhang watched nervously, only to feel relieved when they realized that the pot had been lifted in the early morning.

Twenty days later, Chenchen was able to handle the pot with both hands freely, so he began to practice one-handed cooking.

One-handed is much more difficult than two-handed. In the early hours of the morning, the veins in her hands exploded, which made the pot move. Now she really misses the modern world's long-handled pots. When she has a chance in the future, she must find someone to customize such a pot. one.

After a day of exercise, Chen Chen has already been able to lift the pot by one meter. Although the time is very short, it is already very good.

This day's uninterrupted practice made the whole arm swollen and thick in the early morning.

Then the bottle of medicated oil left over from last time was lined up again.

Mrs. Feng seemed to have expected this, and made a three-set duck to bribe the doctor who gave her the medicinal oil before, and brought back a few bottles of medicinal oil to prepare first.

Since then, in the early hours of the morning, she tried to hold the pot with one hand during the day, and worried that her arms would not be the same size in the future, so she took turns with her left and right hands, and Mrs. Zhang would rub her arms at night.

Then continue the cycle.

Slowly, Chenchen held the pot higher and higher from the stove, and the time became longer and longer, and her arms stopped swollen, but Mrs. Feng made a few more bottles of medicinal oil for her.

Because when Chen Chen was able to hold the pot with one hand, some small stones were poured into her pot.

Then in the early hours of the morning, Mrs. Zhang started pinching her arm again because it was swollen again.

After more than half a month, after adapting in the early morning, the stones in the pot have increased to half, and another cycle begins.

After the stones are full, the cycle starts again until the two arms can hold the pot stably, and one end lasts for an hour.

Then in the early morning, I started to learn to flip the spoon.

This is a dangerous thing, otherwise all the stones in the pot will have to be thrown out, so I can only practice in the yard outside the small kitchen in the early morning.

This exercise was really dangerous, because I didn't master it well for the first time in the early morning, and all the stones in the pot were thrown out. The head was not hurt, but the foot was smashed.

In the evening, Mrs. Zhang added another pair of feet to the part kneaded in the early morning.

I have no choice in the early morning, so I can only start from the time when the stones are the least, and slowly add them up bit by bit.

She didn't want to hit him again. Although he didn't feel any pain, picking up a lot of stones would be troublesome in the early morning.

You can only start by covering the bottom of the pot, and then stack up layer by layer.

Slowly, in the early hours of the morning, it was possible to prevent the stones from being thrown out. After practicing for a while, with the blessing of internal strength, it was already possible to switch hands.

At this time, Chen Chen was already six years old.

(End of this chapter)