Chen Zhihui smiled and opened her backpack, took out the raw beef, chicken, mutton, eggs, pork, tomato, salt, vegetable oil and various other condiments. The meat was put in a fresh bag and cooled with ice cubes, which were very fresh.

Ai Ziying brought a small amount of rice and meat.

Liao Xuebing's eyes lit up: "Class Chen Zhihui, you are too thoughtful, so that picnics are interesting." His greasy hands wiped the lapels behind him twice, looked at them, and said: "Chen Zhihui, you are really experienced. The meat you choose is the best and you have a good taste. I can cook more, so let me do it."

Chen Zhihui pursed her lips and smiled, "Then I'll help the teacher."

The two girls brought a complete range of tools, including kitchen knives, woks, cooking pots, simple plastic cutting boards, soup spoons, bowls and chopsticks. There are also all kinds of seasonings, such as chili, garlic, chopped green onion, chicken essence, Shaoxing wine, oyster sauce, pepper, sesame oil, cinnamon, star anise, etc., which can be used to make a small kitchen.

Too strong! Liao Xuebing looked at her with admiration, washed her hands and feet, cut the beef and mutton into small pieces, blanched it, sliced ​​the loofah, then put oil in the pot and stir-fry it, stir-fry it with garlic, shredded ginger, and red pepper, add water, salt, chicken essence, sugar, dark soy sauce, and oyster sauce to boil, then add beef, lamb and loofah, cover with a lid.

All of this was quick and fast, and the steps were organized and without any awkward. Several girls were dazzled and stunned: "Teacher Liao, are you a teacher or a chef?"

Chen Zhihui has always been quiet in class and always smiles at people, making people feel that she will not panic even if the sky steps down. But now, her mouth is slightly opened, and she looks quite surprised.

Liao Xuebing pulled out a little firewood and said, "Wait for about ten minutes and this soup will be done."

Soon, the fragrance slowly spread. The students who were still busy burning fire, opening cans, and cutting meat sucked their noses one by one, turned their heads to search, and finally stopped their eyes at the pot in front of Liao Xuebing.

The four-eyed frog, Hu Ce threw away the puffed biscuits and ham sausage in his hand, took two steps in three steps, and came to the side with the most sincere smile and said: "Teacher Liao, I found that you are so handsome and elegant, and you are so handsome. That, can you give me a sip of that broth?"

Compared with Lao Liao, his flattery skills are obviously much inferior. After two dry sentences, he went straight to the point. Liao Xuebing didn't care and smiled and said, "Get the bowl."

Murong Lanluo stared at the four-eyed frog coldly: "Get away, this is not your group. Go back and find Ye Yuhu to eat your compressed dry food."

"Mu...Murong...let me have a drink of soup. The dish made by Bei Xiaodan is really not something that humans can eat." Hu Ce said pitifully.

"Yes, Murong Lanluo, it's no big deal to let him take a sip of soup." Liao Xuebing really wanted his achievements to be shared by others.

Murong Lanluo had a cute smile on his face: "Okay, Hu Ce, I have something to tell you, come here." Without saying a word, Hu Ce was raised under a big tree far away.

"Murong, what's the matter? I just want to drink the good soup made by Teacher Liao." Hu Ce spread his hands and expressed his innocence.

Murong Lanluo shone on his shin and kicked it. It was a pair of pointed leather boots, with metal inlaid on the tip of the shoe. He kicked it on the fragile parts of the human body. Hu Ce screamed and hugged his calf and squatted down.

Murong Lanluo mentioned him: "Don't think I don't know anything. You were discussing with Ye Yuhu sneakily. You want to give Teacher Liao a laxative? Let me be honest, you are playing with you, I don't want to have diarrhea with the teacher."

"I... I was wrong, Murong, it was Ye Yuhu's idea." Hu Ce said with a bitter face. He put laxatives in his bowl. He originally wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to scoop the soup and dip a little into the spoon, which would be enough for Lao Liao to suffer. Then someone specifically followed him and put a snake and frog when Teacher Liao had diarrhea.

Unfortunately, the first move was destroyed by Murong Lanluo. She knew her classmates' behavior very clearly. "Sister Zhihui is also in our group. You even want to frame her. Go back and tell Ye Yuhu and let him see."

Murong Lanluo walked back with a smile, and Liao Xuebing asked, "Student Murong, it won't be missing if he lets him drink a bowl of soup. You should be more friendly to your classmates. Hey, why did he leave?"

Murong Lanluo said: "He feels happier to eat what Bei Xiaodan makes." He thought: "When you have diarrhea, you will know who is the friendliest person. It's really a dog biting Lu Dongbin, and he doesn't know the good people's hearts."

Liao Xuebing scooped up the soup, took a sip with the spoon, and said, "It feels good, at least it has not fallen into my super chef's reputation. Murong, you can also taste it and see how it tastes." He handed the spoon to her lips.

According to Murong Lanluo's family habits, everyone has their own special spoon during meals, which ensures hygiene. However, this spoon has been drunk by Liao Xuebing, and it must have been dripping with saliva on it. She wanted to refuse, but when she saw Liao Xuebing's eager and anticipated gaze, she felt soft for some reason and took the spoon and took a sip.

Suddenly, warmth, touching, sweetness, and the deliciousness of the soup themselves all rippled in her heart. "Drink it well," Murong Lanluo whispered, scooped up another spoonful in a bowl and handed it to Shen Zhihui: "Sister, try it."

This soup is very hot and has a complete range of ingredients, especially in the wild. My psychological feeling is stronger than at home. Murong Lanluo didn't care about the hot temperature and took a few sips.

Her father passed away when she was very young, and her mother was busy managing the company and didn't care about disciplineing her children. She has always been a rebellious girl, advocating Western life, often in and out of Western restaurants and fast food restaurants, and has little knowledge of traditional Chinese food culture. Liao Xuebing just cooks casually, which makes her feel like she is in a warm family, and she is so delicious that she eats every day.

The fragrance penetrated into Mongolian Jun's nose from afar. He looked at Xia Wei tightly: "If you hadn't brought a rice cooker, we would have started to enjoy a delicious life long ago."

Xia Wei cried and said, "The rice cooker can still cook things..."
Chapter completed!