Listening to Xiaofeng's words and looking at the longing expression on his face, Mr. Le smiled and asked, "Where is Xiaofeng? What kind of life do you want to live?"
"Me, I want to open a small shop and sell some food. I know what the young master taught me about the cooking skills. If I open a shop, the business will be very good." Xiaofeng said confidently.
"Okay, okay, Xiaofeng will definitely live the life he wants to live." Young Master Le said gently.
"We will all live the life we want to live." Xiao Feng aggravated his words and said persistently.
"Well, it will." Mr. Le nodded and smiled. Although he agreed on the surface, he thought to himself that he would let Xiaofeng leave here and let him live the life he wanted to live.
The kitchen was clean and tidy, and there were all kinds of things inside. The Tianyuan had two chefs, and they were preparing supper for Mr. Le and the others. Seeing Mr. Le coming, they put down their things and asked Mr. Le what they wanted.
Instructed.
"No, you guys are busy with yours. Let me take a look first. I will prepare some things that guests will use tomorrow." Mr. Le waved his hand and signaled the two of them to continue working.
The two chefs responded and turned around to continue working.
Mr. Le looked at this and touched that in the kitchen, and his eyes were filled with joy. Xiaofeng followed behind and watched this scene, and his heart felt a little sour. In the eyes of the world, Mr. Le was proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and was especially good at playing the piano. But who is the one who is good at playing the piano?
I know that these are not these things that Mr. Le likes the most. The one he likes the most is cooking. The man is not very strong in his mouth, but he likes to make delicious food and likes to study dishes. He also likes to eat others.
Food affirms his sense of accomplishment.
However, Changqing Tower does not allow the young master to be stained with fireworks, nor does it allow the young master's hands to become rough. Moreover, the cooking matter is simply incompatible with the wind, flowers, snow and moon. No, even clouds
The difference between mud. If you know that Mr. Le makes these things, the guests will think Mr. Le has no style and will not like it, so the master rarely has the opportunity to cook by himself.
Now, the distinguished guest has designated Mr. Le to make a hot pot for him to eat. Perhaps in the eyes of others, the distinguished guest seems to be a sacrificing Mr. Le, but Xiaofeng knows that his master is willing to accept it.
Mr. Le worked hard in the kitchen for a while and sorted out all the kitchen utensils to use tomorrow. Then he left the kitchen with Xiaofeng with unfinished feelings.
"I don't know if that distinguished guest likes brown sugar glutinous rice hollow pills. I'll get up early tomorrow to make some. There are also white flour cakes, and some jam in the middle..." Mr. Le said as he walked.
"Is it the jam made by the young master himself? Is it made with sugar and fruit?" Xiao Feng's eyes lit up when he heard this. He liked sweets. The young master secretly cooked the jam. The smell made him miss it until now.
.The jam can be eaten directly in water or in a steamed bun.
"Yes, I don't know if that guest likes it." Mr. Le muttered.
"I definitely like it, I definitely like it." Xiaofeng Xiaoji nodded like a pecking rice. "That distinguished guest looks like food. The young master is doing these things now. They can't stop the manager this time, right?"
"I think you like it more." Young Master Le looked at Xiao Feng with his eyes shining and said with an angry smile.
"Everyone likes the delicious food made by the young master, who doesn't like it?" Xiaofeng laughed.