Gu Pengfei rubbed his hands, excited, his face full of excitement.

"Is it OK? Am I really OK?"

"You can, Gu Ge, believe in yourself!"

Although Lin Fang was encouraging Gu Pengfei, in fact, he could not understand Gu Pengfei's excitement.

He advised Gu Pengfei to spend money, which made him even more joking, but unexpectedly, Gu Pengfei took it seriously.

Anyway, I have to spend money. Isn’t she good to replace a young and beautiful tea art lady?

Not understanding or not understanding does not prevent Lin Fang from supporting Gu Pengfei strongly.

For example, now, when I saw that there were ingredients on the chopping board that needed to be processed, Lin Fang walked over and tried to cut the beef and cut the chicken into pieces.

Lin Fang was unhappy in the past to do such trivial housework. He was not subjectively trying to be lazy, but simply because he did not have this talent objectively.

When others cut shredded potatoes, they hold a knife in one hand and potatoes in the other. They can be cut as thin as silk thread without hurting their hands. The things they cut out are not so much like shredded potatoes, but rather as a bunch of irregular potato bars.

Different sizes, uneven lengths, and different thicknesses, making it a wonder.

Lin Fang is now helping Gu Pengfei and is ready to be disliked.

Surprisingly, the kitchen knife felt very smooth when holding Lin Fang's hand, just as if the knife was an extension of his fingers, without any obstacles. Lin Fang could even clearly feel the texture of the beef. He cut it down along the texture, slice it first, then cut it into shreds, like an arm to make the fingers, it was so simple that it could not be simpler.

Do something that has never been done well and is as good as a professional.

After Lin Fang finished processing all the ingredients on the chopping board and put them in separately, he felt unsatisfied and couldn't help asking, "Brother Gu, is there anything else to deal with?"

"Ah? What..."

Gu Pengfei woke up from his dream. He stared at Lin Fang, as if he was watching a monster. After a while, he calmed down and said with a complicated expression: "Brother, I didn't expect that your cooking skills were so good too!"

Lin Fang quickly denied it and shook his head repeatedly and said, "Brother Gu, you misunderstood me. I only know how to eat, but I can't make it. The knife skills are good because I have good health, my nerve reactions are fast enough, my eyes are good enough, and my hands are stable enough. If you exercise more, your knife skills will definitely be better than me. I really know nothing about cooking skills!"

Gu Pengfei smiled awkwardly and politely, saying, "Don't comfort me. If you really don't know how to mix eggs, you won't teach me how to mix them with fried eggs just now. I know that I am just a little hardworking and have no talent in cooking. Don't look at the fact that I can cook a lot of dishes, they are all wasted countless materials and made by force!"

Brother Gu, I really don’t know how to do it!

What I said were all things that Mr. Peng heard when he scolded his apprentice when he was scolding his apprentice. I really don’t know how to do it!

Lin Fang felt helpless. He only made one dish in his two lives: boiled instant noodles.

It sounds very similar to the famous Sichuan cuisine, boiled water cabbage, but it is a thousand miles away from it.

But Lin Fang looked at Gu Pengfei's eyes and finally gave up on explanation.

He felt that Gu Pengfei's eyes now looked at him almost the same as when he looked at Mr. Peng.

How can I explain this? It can’t be explained at all!

"Okay, okay, I know how to cook. I have a great cooking skills. I am the 'Chinese primary school leader', 'food hunter', 'food spirit', 'food spirit', right?"

"Just admit it, it doesn't matter what it is, hehe..."

Gu Pengfei smiled proudly, stuffed the spatula into Lin Shang's hand, and said, "It depends on you next. I have to think about it carefully. How can I use money to smash your sister-in-law down!"

After handing over the kitchen utensils, Gu Pengfei didn't go out. He hummed a song and paced in the kitchen, thinking carefully about his plan of "Wife's strategy: I use money to open her heart for me."

Lin Fang held the spatula, and was really a little amused.

Isn't this difficult?

Or...try asking for help online?

Lin Fang took out his cell phone and looked at his list of good friends. First, he ruled out Xia Xuejian, who is good at French cuisine, and Bai Zhi, who can cook Russian cuisine.

All of the prepared ingredients on the table are prepared for serious Chinese food. You can ask for help from eight major dishes and even home-cooked friends, but you can only cook exotic cuisine.

Or...try mass sending?

Will this be too bad?

I heard that mass texting is a common skill for scumbags to raise fish. It would be bad to do this...

"Brother, why haven't you started yet? Fry it quickly! The meat is almost done this time. Put the lotus white (cabbage) in and just turn it for a few seconds to come out of the pot!"

Lin Fang was urged by Gu Pengfei so much, so he simply edited a text message and sent a group message.

"Is there any help to fry the meat with a refrigerated pot?"

It’s not that Lin Fang disliked Gu Pengfei’s half-cooked meat. As a representative Sichuan cuisine, he didn’t even mention Mr. Peng’s craftsmanship, any roadside stir-fry restaurant could not be made like this.

The hot pot meat is bright in color, salty and delicious. It is best to use the garlic sprouts at the turn of summer and autumn, followed by green peppers, and then use lotus white (cabbage). Just look at the light color of the hot pot meat in the pot, and the ingredients prepared by Gu Pengfei are a plate of lotus white, so you will know how unpretentious his cooking skills are.

At this moment, the phone dinged and Lin Fang knew that it was his group text message that he had replied.

He was not in a hurry to save the refried meat in the pot. Anyway, this was already the case. At worst, he poured the lotus white in and fryed it for a few times and then left the pot.

I am only responsible for frying, but I still have the pot flying from Gu Peng. No one can steal it!

"Wow, baby, you can still cook? Want to eat! You want to feed me with your mouth!"

"It's no help, throw it away. Dear, how can you cook yourself? Give me the address quickly and I'll order you a takeaway. I feel so sorry to see you eat something like this! Without me by your side, you won't take care of yourself at all!"

"Honey, you've made it very well. Your cooking skills are the best. Believe in yourself and you'll be frying it! Do you want to eat those dishes on others? You know, they're super soft!"

"Baby, you finally reply to my WeChat message. Miss you! I know how to cook and have great cooking skills. Send me a positioning. I'll help you clean up the mess immediately. Let me have a heart-to-heart!?(′·?·`) heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-to-heart-

After reading these text messages, Lin Fang fell into a long silence.

These women are so overdoing!

I just wanted to ask for help online, how to make Chinese food, but you all greedy for my body and fell!

Forget it, it is better to begging for yourself than asking others...

I have to think about it carefully, how Mr. Peng scolded his apprentice...

Lin Fang recalled carefully and roughly knew what he knew, so he put out the refried pork in the pot, opened a pot next to him that looked like oil-storing pot, smelled the fragrance, nodded slightly, feeling quite satisfied.

The jar is filled with semi-coagulated yellow oil, which will appear in this color. It is obvious that it is a mixed cooked oil obtained by boiling pork oil with vegetable oil.

Lin Fang remembered that once Mr. Peng scolded his apprentice, and he was cooking with raw oil in a cold pot.

The biggest problem with the raw oil in cold pots is that when the oil temperature rises, a large amount of oil smoke will appear. When the vegetables are choked, it will greatly interfere with the original taste, making the vegetables full of unpleasant smell of oil smoke.

Hot the pan and cook oil, and use a mixture of vegetable oil and lard, which can easily make the unique fried aroma of Sichuan cuisine.

The spatula was not easy, Lin Fang changed the pot and spoon in his hand, rinsed it briefly, wiped it clean, heated the pot, scooped a spoonful of mixed oil in, and felt that the oil temperature was about the same, so he put a spoonful of dried fermented black beans and stir-fryed to bring out the aroma. At this time, turn to low heat, take advantage of the gap between the stir-frying ingredients and quickly cleared out a handful of garlic sprouts and cut it into small pieces.

Turn to high heat and throw away the garlic sprouts, stir-fry it slightly to bring out the flavor, add half of the fried pork with Gu Pengfei, and order some dark soy sauce to enhance the color and light soy sauce.

boom!

“(╯▽╰) It smells so good~~ah!”

The aroma of the refried meat was so tempting that it attracted Gu Pengfei's full attention. He didn't bother to think about how to use money to train his wife properly. He stared at Lin Fang's wok without blinking, and his saliva was flowing.

"Brother, your cooking skills are indeed better than mine!"

Excellent!

I'm driving the ducks to put them on the shelves, okay?

Lin Fang gave Gu Pengfei a blank look, turned off the heat and put the cooked meat on the plate.

"I'll try it first!"

Gu Pengfei decisively took out a pair of chopsticks and snatched them immediately, preparing to try Lin Fang's skills.

I want you to taste it!

Think beautiful!

Lin Fang crossed the pot and spoon in his hand, blocking the space where Gu Peng flew down the chopsticks, and said, "Brother Gu, it's getting late, please help. Either you come and fry it, or you can help, don't make trouble!"

"Then forget it, I'll do it!"

Gu Pengfei put down his chopsticks in disappointment, and while giving Lin the ingredients, he stared at the fried refried pork and drooled.

Mr. Peng is a typical Sichuan chef. When he first learned the arts, he was still in the old society. He focused on three years of apprenticeship and two years of service. He followed his master for ten years before he could find the opportunity to take the lead alone.

At that time, the relationship between master and apprentice was comparable to that of father and son. If someone who was a disciple during festivals and festivals did not come to the house, someone would be stabbed behind his back.

When the apprentice was in front of the master, he was similar to his son. He beat him whenever he said he was beaten, scold him whenever he said he was scolding, and he had no dignity at all.

He taught his apprentices that he was also taking the path of filial sons under the stick. In other words, in the new society, it is difficult to beat people, so he can only scold them.

Lin Fang went to the law firm several times, and every time he could hear the old man roaring in the kitchen. His vocabulary of cursing people was so rich and so innovating.

Anyway, Lin Fang hasn't heard it repeating until now.

No matter how much he scolded, Mr. Peng's craftsmanship was spread out without reservation through the words of scolding.

But Lin Fang didn't quite understand. They were all very simple things, so why could Mr. Peng's apprentices make mistakes again and again?

There are too many lessons from the past. Lin Fang didn't ask for good things to do, but just wanted to not make the same mistakes. Soon, his technique, which was slightly unfamiliar at the beginning, gradually became proficient.

The dishes were served at a very fast speed and served on the pan.

Twenty minutes later, Lin Fang finished washing the pot, glanced at Gu Pengfei and asked, "Is there any?"

Gu Pengfei looked at Lin Fang, then looked at the bowls and plates filled with stoves, shook his head in surprise and said, "No...no... brother, your skills are amazing!"
To be continued...