Yuanshin: The opening system asks me to choose the heroine?

"Go slowly, old man!"

Watching the back of the old man holding the wine jar and shaking it three times, Chen Feng yelled.

Hearing the sound, the old man wobbled around and waved his hands casually, a bit like Ji Gong.

I don't know if I can go home safely in this state, but the old man's skill should be fine, as long as he doesn't play drunk.

"Alas~ eat!"

Shaking his head, he walked towards Wanmin Hall.

……

"Phew~ I'm finally done!"

Xiang Ling stretched out her hand to wipe her sweat, but fortunately with Chen Feng's help, she was able to help Master Mao.Otherwise, she can only deliver the food, and Master Mao is the chef, but no one will help, it will be in a hurry and inefficient.

Chen Feng sat facing the door, the sunset was setting in the west, and the evening wind was blowing, making his tired body feel a little cool.

No matter what kind of work, once the repetition is high, it will be boring. Just like most people in the previous life, they lived a life of copying and pasting. The rare variable is that they ate noodles at night and steamed buns in the morning.

"Come on, come on, you're starving, you've got your fix today! Hahaha!"

Master Mao's voice came.

Chen Feng turned around and saw that Master Mao was holding a wooden basin, which was covered with a layer of red oil, spread on a whole big fat fish, and many other ingredients, which looked very attractive.

Seeing this, Chen Feng quickly removed the stool in front of Master Mao, and put the dishes and chopsticks aside.

Boom!

Dropped the table with a muffled sound.

"Wow, it's such a big one, can you finish it?"

"Where is this, there are still a few dishes, I can't leave if I can't finish it! Hahaha!"

Master Mao returned to the kitchen with a smile.

The sound of frying the spatula sounded again.

10 minute later.

Xiangling, Master Mao, Chenfeng and Guoba sat around the square table.

"Hee hee, I'm going to start!"

Xiangling couldn't wait any longer, picked up a piece of fish, put it into the red soup, took the bowl, stuffed it into her mouth, and then there was only one big thorn left on the table.

"Ah! Daddy, it's been a long time since I ate the fish you cooked. It's even better than before!"

"Hehehe, of course! Chen Feng will try it too, don't be polite!"

"it is good!"

The noodle soup in the tub was full of cloudless peppers, like a little devil, causing his stomach to send out warnings all the time.Chen Feng poked aside the chili pepper expressionlessly, explored the red soup with his chopsticks, and immediately picked up a huge fish steak.

Catch it with a bowl, swallow it down, and your eyes light up instantly.The fresh and tender fish meat has been fully flavored, and the hot spicy taste explodes in the mouth, this familiar taste!

Bashi!

"It's been a long time since I've had such a spicy food, it's so refreshing!"

Chen Feng couldn't help but said, the chopsticks in his hands kept going.

"Wow~ Dad, you guessed it right! Chen Feng really likes spicy food!"

Xiangling's eyes widened, and she looked at Master Mao with admiration.

"As a top chef, it's not surprising that you have such observation skills, Xiao Ling, there is still a long way to go!"

"Uh-huh!"

Listening to the conversation between the father and daughter, Chen Feng felt dizzy, did it have something to do with him?

"Master Mao, who are you?"

"I'll say it, I'll say it!"

Xiangling didn't wait for Master Mao to speak, and responded first, and explained excitedly, "I wanted to cook the usual dishes today, but my father insisted on making a strong meal. I was worried that you might not be used to it. I didn't wait until it was like what my father said, Chenfeng, you really like spicy food!"

After speaking, she looked at her father.

Noticing his daughter's gaze, Master Mao took a sip of the juice and said with a smile, "Hehehe, it's just a chef's self-confidence. Every diner may have different tastes. But without exception, you can eat what you like. When eating, there are changes in eyes, body, and even tone of voice. Chenfeng, every time he drinks ice juice, his body will tremble unconsciously. That kind of amazing feeling. And people who like ice are more likely to like spicy food. Both are extreme, but they add up to make people overwhelmed.”

After listening to Master Mao's analysis, Chen Feng felt something. Master Mao was right. This is the confidence of a top chef. Everything must have a premise, that is, the dishes must be delicious, otherwise let alone micro-expressions. If the guests don't do it directly, they are considered qualified.

"I really didn't expect that there is such an operation! I underestimated Master Mao, and I propose a toast to you with fruit juice instead of wine!"

He raised his head and sighed.

"It's just a conversation after dinner, come on!"

Master Mao is also bored, the cold taste is paired with the spicy dishes, I don't know if I can sleep tonight.