Little Sun wants to turn over

Blocking out the exaggerated laughter of the director and Wang Zhenzhen outside, I concentrated on making my Manchu banquet in the kitchen. Anyway, Wang Zhenzhen said that my cooking skills are very good, even if I lose my memory, I will not lose my hand feeling, such as this radish I just carved I am very satisfied with the flowers. Looking at my hand-carving, I know that I must have carved a lot of food before.

Wang Zhenzhen didn't know when he entered the kitchen, and I was startled by a sudden voice from behind: "Looking at your hand carving, I believe that you are Li Xiaoyang. It's just that you can't practice this skill for a year or so."

I put the radish flower on her head and looked at it for a while before asking: "I used to carve flowers when I was cooking for that bastard?"

"Of course, it's probably the little Shiqi or Shiba that Shen Cheng is looking for. He's a second kitchen assistant in a five-star hotel, and he's in charge of carving and arranging dishes. You can think about it later and you'll know."

"Did I learn carving? Or did I learn how to cook? How long have I been learning?"

"You have been able to cook since you were a child, but your skill is not as good as it is now. You specially went to worship Master Wang, the chef of the Emperor Hotel, as your master. You should know that masters of that level will not accept apprentices at will. In order to let him accept You paid a lot of money, do you want to know what the price is?" Wang Zhenzhen took off the radish flower on his head and played with it in his hand, and he added a knife to me by the way: "Oh, by the way, you even made a special book. Comparable to the exquisite menu of a five-star hotel for a la carte, the menu is updated every month, all kinds of envy and hatred."

I looked at the kitchen knife in my hand and suddenly wanted to give myself a knife. After gesturing on my neck for a long time, I didn't dare to do it. It hurts just thinking about it, and the fish just cut it was a bit fishy.

"Tell me, what's the price." Although I don't want to be hit again, I still want to know: "Well, please be a little scruples about my mood, and say it tactfully."

"Oh, the euphemistic version, you were injured and stayed in the hospital for a month. After leaving the hospital, you learned art from a teacher, and you didn't graduate until the year before last." Wang Zhenzhen turned around and left after speaking, leaving me alone in a daze.

What is the inevitable connection between my being hospitalized and being a chef as a teacher? Could it be that I sacrificed my life for benevolence and let him beat me up?How many people would line up to let him go if he could worship the master as a teacher after a beating? Wang Zhen is so unkind.

"Oh, that's right." Wang Zhenzhen poked his head in again and added: "Your master said that if you don't break up with Shen Cheng, he won't recognize you as an apprentice."

A fat old man appeared in my mind, leaning on the desk in a white chef's suit, pointing at me angrily and saying: "You unworthy bastard, if you are with that bastard surnamed Shen again, don't shout!" My master." Is this a picture I made up in my head or a picture deep in my memory?My master is so fat?

Well, light the fire, pour the oil, and then what?I closed my eyes and tried my best to remember. I couldn’t believe that I could forget it completely. Sure enough, when my mood calmed down, the hand feeling came. I followed my feeling and made the dishes smoothly, and silently ordered a dish for myself. Praise, it's amazing.

I have to say that even if the memory is gone, the craftsmanship is still there. The dishes I made are so beautiful that I can’t bear to put down my chopsticks. I didn’t realize it was in my pocket. How could I not have a mobile phone after working for so many years as an adult? The only answer is that it’s still in Shen Cheng’s house, ah bah, that’s my house, my home.

"It's ready, I'll try it first." Director Lian stretched out his claws to the dish I was most satisfied with.

"Leave vegetables under the claws" I grasped Director Lian's hand, and I haven't taken a picture yet, so I can't spoil the scene, dear.

"You can't change your stinking problem even if you lose your memory, I'm convinced." Wang Zhenzhen took out his mobile phone and took a group photo of the dishes on the table, then threw the phone aside and stuffed a big mouthful of fish first.

"Bah bah, Xiao Yangzi, what are you doing, it smells so weird." Wang Zhenzhen

I glanced at the dish disfigured by Wang Zhenzhen: "Mutton stewed fish."

"Fuck, what kind of combination are you doing?"

"Fish and sheep are fresh, didn't your Chinese teacher teach you? No wonder she died early." This dish is my favorite dish, and this dead girl doesn't know how to appreciate it.

Wang Zhenzhen was silent for a while and told me quietly: "My Chinese teacher is your mother."

......

I felt a little pain in my butt, and I felt like I was being beaten by someone in the air, so I asked her cautiously: "Is it the mother I understand?"

Wang Zhenzhen gave me a fairly positive answer: "Yes."

I silently brought my beloved Yugoat to the table, goodbye to my most beloved CP.

Professor Cheng stopped me in front of the trash can and took the plate. I looked at him expectantly. In romance dramas, no matter how bad the heroine's cooking is, the hero will eat it without changing his face, and he will also 360 There is no dead angle to praise, isn't Professor Cheng claiming to like me?Come on, eat it and brag about me.

The truth is always so cruel, Professor Cheng just took the dishes and put them on the desk: "If you go directly to the trash can, the soup will spill out, put it in the trash can and I will throw it out later.

Is it because my memory of romantic dramas is also biased, or is Director Lian's memory biased? Is there anyone who likes people so much?No wonder Professor Cheng failed to catch up with me back then, so he wanted to date a handsome guy just because of his EQ?Go make instant noodles, hmph, sure enough, Bai Fumei is the king, and everyone who is tall, rich and handsome should stand aside.

I ran out angrily, and when I came back, all the little ambiguity I had accumulated was shattered and flew away. Even the director must have been teasing me. How can I like people so much? The powerful company director, and Wang Zhenzhen who kept drinking water.

"Lian Dao, are you pregnant?" Lian Dao is rightly Lian Dao, this is to break through the limits of human beings and lighten the achievements of boys.

"Fart." Director Lian wiped his mouth: "I'm broken, I've eaten too much, are you trying to murder my sister?"

"Yeah, Xiaoyangzi, this is potatoes, right? You put salt in a ratio of 1:1? Huh?" Wang Zhenzhen pretended to be weak and weak, not like eating too much salt, but like Too much salt water.

I took a bite of the potato, and swallowed it hard, and cried to finish the dish I cooked: "It's just a little salty, and it's not 1:1. Is your math teacher dead too? Wait a minute." Son, let me ask first, your math teacher is not my father, is it?"

"Yeah, uncles and aunts are all teachers, otherwise, how can we go out together during the winter and summer vacations?" Wang Zhenzhen looked at me triumphantly, with an abusive look like you can say it again, dare you say it.

Well, I really don’t dare to say, even if they don’t want to see me now, they are my parents. In order to prevent future horrors such as which teacher is my third aunt or fourth uncle, I decided not to greet Teacher Wang Zhenzhen again. Yes, after all my parents are both teachers, so it is not surprising that there are teachers among the relatives.

When Professor Cheng came out of the kitchen, I didn't look up at him. I was still angry, very angry, very angry, hum.

"Professor Cheng's is very salty." Wang Zhenzhen drank another glass of water after speaking, it seemed that he was indeed too salty.

"It's okay, I'm hungry." Professor Cheng sat down to eat the dishes. He ate a little bit of each dish, and he didn't say anything disgusting or praised me. Looking at the expressions of the other three people, I knew that these dishes should be nothing. successful.

"That's a bit salty, I'll get you a bowl of rice." I went into the kitchen and filled a bowl of porridge, and put it in front of Professor Cheng with a guilty conscience: "Well, let's have a bowl of porridge, it's good for digestion."

"kindness."

"Xiao Yangzi, I remember you were serving rice just now, what about the rice? Wang Zhenzhen put down his chopsticks and looked at me with a half-smile.

I silently tilted my head towards the bowl of porridge, and there was too much water in it. The way I remembered it was to add rice and water, and I didn't tell me the amount.

Director Lian got up from Sangao's arms and sat down seriously, saying: "Xiaoyang, you should be able to understand the dishes you cook. Your habits are still there, but the specific memory is gone, so the operation is smooth, but the taste is very inconsistent. I have been observing since I saw you. You have not forgotten a lot of things. They just exist in your subconscious mind, and you will remember them when you meet them. For example, cooking, such as the aunt in the second canteen. In this case, you can try to use it Get used to retrieving your memory, so that the skills you should master, the things you should know, will slowly come back. After you get everything back, you can go to Shen Cheng to settle accounts. Although Professor Cheng and A Liang can directly Break him down, but I think you'd rather kill him with your own hands."

Unexpectedly, even the director is not a girl at all when he is serious. Although he is still dressed as a woman, he is a very handsome man. That thick and magnetic voice became a little clearer. If I had to come up with an adjective, I could only say it was sexy, yes, it was sexy. It turned out that the real director was like this. I thought he was just a fake girl. He seemed to be more compatible with Sangao, no wonder those in the blind date team failed to subdue him in the end, they were not worthy of such a man.

Judging from the reaction of Professor Cheng and Wang Zhenzhen, they already knew that this was the real joint director, but they just didn't tell me that it was too much of a joke to see me startled.

"That, let me interject." Wang Zhenzhen weakly raised his hand: "What if his memory is completely recovered in the process of finding his memory to kill Shen Cheng, and he pastes it cheaply."

Director Lian looked at me and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "Then kill him as well to save us anger, but it will make Professor Cheng a widow.

So cold

Professor Cheng gently touched my head, smiling so handsomely and charmingly, but the words he said were not so charming: "If he dares to go back and post about that Shen Cheng again, I will kill him with my own hands, at worst I will accompany him Together."

It's getting colder and swollen, isn't it just cooking a meal, how come it's progressing so fast, even causing your character to collapse?Isn't it good to be a fake mother obediently?