It was just past midnight when the two of them arrived home.

Yan Yan smelled the sweet fragrance of rice cakes as soon as she entered the door.

On the dining table in the main room, there are steaming white steaming rice cakes from the basket, a plate of fried eggs with green sprouts, a small plate of screen oil with dried carambola and dried vegetables, a tin pot filled with hot sweet rice milk, and a gentle table beside the table.

Laughing Mu Juaner.

Yan Yan broke open the rice cake and put a chopstick of oily dried carambola inside.

The humans in the Mountain and Sea Realm don't know how to make pickles. Yan Yan made the dried star fruit vegetables herself, which is somewhat similar to the dried pickled mustard greens. She made a few jars on the way and kept them in the Xumi Realm.

It was originally meant to be a snack and convenient when walking out. Mu Juan'er loved eating it so Yan Yan gave her a jar.

The soft and glutinous white rice cake is mixed with the crispy pickles mixed with clear oil. When you bite into your mouth, the two completely different tastes come together perfectly on the tip of your tongue.

It's hot, instantly dispelling the early morning chill in your mouth, and ironing it all the way to your stomach, pores all over your body are instantly activated.

Take another sip of the thick and sweet rice milk, which is completely comfortable and satisfying!

Yan Yan ate slowly, but Bi Cheng finished cooking three bites at a time, then got up and went to the backyard to pack the ingredients.

Mu Juan'er touched Yan Yan's bowl and filled her with hot rice milk: "You eat slowly, A Cheng did a good job in those tasks."

Yan Yan smiled: "You know everything? He was so mysterious that he didn't let me tell you. I knew you would be able to guess it soon."

Mu Juaner winked playfully: "Hey, I'm just a sous chef. It doesn't matter if I lose it. Ah Cheng is good at cooking and honest. Even if he's not in Haoyuan Building, we won't be hungry. But you

You have to keep it a secret for me, just pretend I don’t know anything and don’t tell A Cheng, he just likes to think nonsense.”

"Okay!" Yan Yan responded with a cheerful smile.

This is how a couple kiss, they understand each other and understand each other tacitly.

After breakfast and chatting with Mu Juaner for a while, Yan Yan walked to the backyard kitchen.

All the ingredients I bought have been washed, cut, and neatly placed on the plate. The work is done carefully and beautifully.

Bi Cheng does not have any family background, so he became the sous chef because he worked his way up from the beginning as a Cai Dun apprentice.

He has a calm and down-to-earth personality, and is willing to endure hardships. His cooking skills are famous throughout Luwucheng.

Yan Yan walked to the table, took the frying spoon and vegetable spatula and shook them in his hands: "It's time to start a fire."

Bi Cheng moved the small bench to the stove at the back and began to work hard on the bellows.

The flames in the furnace suddenly jumped up to Lao Gao, making Yanyan's face blush and heating up Bi Cheng's heart.

Yesterday, he asked Yan Yan why he had to accept him as his disciple since he didn't know how to cook.

If anyone dares to ask the same question now, Bi Cheng will definitely go up and slap him to death.

In Yan Yan's hands, the vegetable shovel is like a living creature with a soul. Stir-fry, stir-fry, boil oil, stir-fry, rinse ingredients...all actions are done in one go. She doesn't have to weigh how much ingredients to add to each dish or wave her hands.

In the past, the vegetable shovel knew it by itself.

By the time the dishes in the pot began to change color slightly, a strange aroma had already filled the kitchen.

Based on Bi Cheng's experience, he knew without tasting it that the food in the pot would be several times more delicious than what he cooked.

Several plates of dishes were placed on the table. Bi Cheng, a tall and dignified man with a height of seven feet, flushed with excitement and looked at Yan Yan excitedly: "Master, if you compete for the title of chef of Haoyuan Building, you will definitely win in one fell swoop!"

Yan Yan smiled lightly: "Haoyuanlou wants to hire this girl, but her grade is too low."

Bi Cheng: "..."

In the morning, Master said a word called "abuse". He felt that his heart at this moment was being stepped on the ground by Master and her old man and abused repeatedly, which was very cruel.

While the two were talking, several little heads popped in from the door. They were children from the neighborhood who came to listen to stories. The tallest head was that of Mu Juaner.

Hearing that the two of them stopped talking, Mu Juaner was a little apologetic: "It smells so good here. We couldn't stop telling the story in the middle of the story outside. I was so greedy that I came here looking for the smell. I really didn't mean to bother you.

you."

Yan Yan smiled generously: "The dishes are made for people to eat. All these dishes are brought to you!"

The children cheered and even grabbed their plates in an instant.

Yan Yan looked at the children, all of whom were smiling like sunflowers, and Mu Juaner was smiling like a child.

Only Bi Cheng had a painful expression on his face.

When Mu Juan'er led the children away, Bi Cheng said with a grimace: "Such expensive ingredients and such delicious dishes are just given away. What should we show our boss?"

Yan Yan was taking off her apron. When she heard Bi Cheng's words, she raised her head in confusion: "Why do you want to show it to your boss?"

Bi Cheng looked confused: "Aren't you working so hard to cook so many dishes just to show my boss your skills?"

Yan Yan: "..."

Suddenly I felt that my thinking was completely different from Bi Cheng's.

Raising her hand and patting his shoulder, Yan Yan said earnestly: "Disciple, you have to keep your attention in the right direction. Cooking for me is teaching you my skills."

Bi Cheng: "..."

No one can stop him. He wants to rush out of the alley and go to Cuihua Doufang to buy two kilograms of tofu.

Just hit him to death!

I was so excited just now that I didn't pay attention to Yan Yan's cooking techniques.

"Master, I was wrong. Master, please wait a moment..."

Before Yanyan could speak again, Bi Chengma ran away to prepare the ingredients again.

The worst he could do was beg his master to cook hard next time with a shameless face. Anyway, he has officially become a master. The master is like his own father, so it is not a shame to stay in shame with his father.

Bi Cheng suddenly felt that taking Yan Yan as his disciple was simply the most beautiful thing he had ever done in his life.

Facts many years later proved that his choice indeed changed the trajectory of his life, taking him from being a commoner to being admired by the world.

This is something to say later. At this moment, Bi Cheng is having a headache over the current matter.

In front of the house, several familiar neighbors were standing in the yard of Bi Cheng's house holding their children.

The adults looked helpless, while the children refused to leave.

The old man next door looked at Bi Cheng helplessly: "I'm talking about Chef Bi, what on earth did you feed my grandson? This child won't eat when he goes back and insists on coming to your house to eat. I

The old couple almost told him to blow his head off!"

"My baby is the same. He holds his head and refuses to eat. He insists on coming to your house to eat. Have you given my baby medicine or something..."

Several neighbors complained to Bi Cheng...

Bi Cheng was always kind to others, and Mu Juaner often helped the neighbors with their children and gave them snacks and fruits. The neighbors liked him and his wife very much, and there was no intention of blaming them in his words. It was true that he had nothing to do with the noisy children, so he came here.

Ask.

Mu Juaner smiled and invited the neighbors to come in and drink tea.

Bi Cheng frowned and said nothing, only occasionally looking at Yan Yan who was drinking tea under the eaves and watching the bustle.

The commotion in the yard was all caused by her plates of food, but the culprit acted like an outsider, just watching the commotion and sipping tea.

Bi Cheng didn't dare to talk to her, and his already silent temper became even more silent.

Yanyan had finished half a pot of tea, and Mu Juaner's sweet mouth calmed down the mood of the neighbors.

She slowly stood up and smiled at everyone: "Chef Bi is good at cooking, so it's normal for the children to love his cooking. Since the neighbors are here and it's rare to get together, let's all stay here for dinner."
Chapter completed!