Zhu Lao was halfway through playing chess with Wen Jiujiu when a sound almost like a pot exploding came from the room, which was extremely scary.
Zhu Laofeng's hands trembled.
He looked at the three apprentices in confusion, "Is he cooking or frying the kitchen?"
"not sure……"
Wei Yue and the other three also looked back in horror.
It's amazing to be able to make such movements while cooking.
Wen Jiujiu was a little worried. She wanted to stand up and take a look, "I'll go take a look and don't burn myself."
Xiao Ruirui and Xiao Yuyu ran over after feeding the chickens and ducks.
I was so worried that I wanted to rush into the house.
"Come on, you two little guys." The old man looked at Xiao Ruirui and Xiao Yuyu and shouted, "Don't look at it. Your daddy is such a big man. If you can cook yourself to death, you are a talent."
Got it!"
Xiao Ruirui: "..."
Xiao Yuyu muttered: "Daddy doesn't know how to cook!"
"He can." The old man said forcefully, "If he can't cook today, we won't eat!"
"Then don't complain about being hungry when you get old. I think we are all going to be hungry today!" Xiao Yuyu looked like he knew everything.
Zhu Lao: "I don't believe he can learn how to cook just by looking at a recipe for such a big man. Even if he doesn't cook well, he can always cook something edible!"
At the same time, another ping-ping-pong-pong sound came from the kitchen.
After a while, there was another sound of bowls being thrown.
Zhu Lao and the three senior brothers could hardly sit still.
But everyone is trying hard to be patient.
Wen Jiujiu has no intention of playing chess anymore.
But the old man never let her go and see it, and only let her continue playing chess with him.
I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly a chicken flew out of the kitchen window.
Then a fish hit Chen Yuan on the head.
Chen Yuan glanced at the fish that was still jumping on the ground with mixed emotions. It only lost two scales.
The chicken squatted on Zhu Lao's legs, clucking in terror.
A few minutes later, Fu Sichen came out holding a kitchen knife.
Mr. Fu has his sleeves rolled up and is wearing an apron. At first glance, he looks like a handsome prince from a comic book.
But the kitchen knife in my hand is a bit unfriendly.
"What are you doing?" Zhu Lao hugged the old hen and shivered.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Fu Sichen hid the knife, "I was discussing with the chicken whether we could stew it!"
"Still need to discuss?" Wei Yue was incredulous.
"It doesn't want me to chop it." Fu Sichen frowned, "I heard that you need to communicate with the vegetables to make them more delicious."
"You need to communicate with the food to make the food delicious?" Mr. Zhu looked at Fu Sichen in confusion.
He was a little worried about their lunch.
"Can you do it?" Pei Zhiyu asked uneasy.
"Of course." Fu Sichen said, "I have already found the feeling."
After he finished speaking, he picked up the fish on the ground, took it back to the kitchen, and then came back and brought the chicken in.
Zhu Lao murmured: "He doesn't look like he's cooking, he looks like he's crazy..."
Fu Sichen worked in the kitchen for a long time.
Wen Jiujiu and Zhu Lao were no longer in the mood to play chess. A group of people were outside listening to the goings on in the kitchen, their eyebrows twitching.
"How about telling him to stop doing it?" Mr. Zhu finally slapped himself in the face. He thought it would be better not to eat this meal.
"I'll do it."
Wei Yue stood up immediately and went to the kitchen.
I originally wanted to cook by myself, but Fu Sichen refused.
Fu Sichen seemed to be addicted to cooking and said that he would prepare the meal and let everyone wait.