Dongfang Lingyu shrugged indifferently. Anyway, if someone proposed to make dessert for Shuiwa, he would definitely make it.
And since we are here, we naturally want to make famous local snacks. Now is the time when locust trees are in full bloom. Without some good seasonal desserts, how can we be worthy of the young customers and distinguished guests from afar?
"Reverse, reverse!"
The fat chef was furious. Ever since he became a chef, he has always been the boss. No one in the kitchen dared to contradict him. This, this guy looked like a pretty boy at first glance, and he actually resisted him like this.
Xiahou Lin'an turned his face away again and asked coldly:
"Is that what it looks like? Don't use those tricks on me, they're useless."
To be honest, I really want to kill this fat chef. He is much tougher than the previous chef.
The fat chef no longer believed in evil. He had monopolized the kitchen for so many years and was provoked by a foreign "apprentice". He was so angry! He picked up the spatula and prepared to use force to solve the problem. He wanted to beat him down first.
For a moment, the kitchen was extremely lively with ping-pong-pong-ping.
Xiahou Lin'an is going to be angry. What kind of bullshit chef is he?
What a world these days, he just stayed for a few days and then left, and he still made it look like the real thing
If it weren't for the inconvenience of revealing his identity, his appearance would have killed his eighteenth generation ancestors several times.
With a wave of his hand, the flour on his hand was blown away with the wind, and the white mist was flying, which was really beautiful.
"Pah la la..."
The spatula flew away and hit an unknown object, making a crisp sound.
Xiahou Lin'an wanted to make something, so he didn't want to make trouble with him
Keep your head down and continue
Rub and rub...
The fat chef was also obsessed with learning his unique secret skills and he didn't learn it well. The old chef felt so painful in his heart. He took a look and saw that there was a water carrying pole in the corner. When he started doing it... brat, no.
I'll beat you up, but you don't know how to respect your teacher.
Xiahou Lin'an was almost bored to death. He raised his head, grabbed the pole, and said coldly:
"What do you want?"
The fat chef was stunned. Why was Xiahou Linan so different from Xing Xing? His aura was so strong.
I obviously have something to say, but I can't say it at all.