An eight-year-old kid cooks rice to feed a group of college students

After noticing the encouraging looks from everyone, Ji Guohua's uneasy heart slowly calmed down.

He seemed to have returned to those carefree and beautiful days.

At that time, his cooking skills were really good, and he was even almost admitted to a state-owned hotel.

The memory emerged, and he grasped the handle of the pot again, and muscle memory made him start all the next actions.

He skillfully heated the pan with oil, quickly poured in the ingredients and sauteed until fragrant. As soon as the condiments are sprinkled, the fragrance fills the air.

Chen Feng watched his movements, his eyes slowly became serious, and he murmured to himself: "Grandpa Ji really has two skills."

Yes, although Ji Guohua is older, with his cooking posture and the order of condiments.

As well as his control over the heat and ingredients, it can be seen that he is very capable.

Su Can's eyes also condensed, staring at his movements intently.

Soon, Ji Guohua prepared three dishes, namely shredded chicken, mapo tofu and boiled pork slices.

There was a hint of spiciness in the aroma, and Su Can's eyes lit up: "Grandpa Ji, can we try it?"

"Of course." Ji Guohua was very happy when he saw that the food he made was loved by others.

Chen Feng stopped Su Can's movement and smiled at him: "Don't you think this would be more delicious with egg fried rice?"

Want to enslave him again?

Su Can rolled her eyes and was about to speak when she heard Ji Guohua said with great interest: "What kind of egg fried rice?"

Su Can's eyes twitched, and he couldn't help it now.

"Grandpa Ji, you don't know something. This kid Su Can, despite his young age, his cooking skills are also very impressive!"

"He wants to show off his egg fried rice. Is Grandpa Ji looking forward to it?"

Ji Guohua looked at Su Can as if he were his grandson, full of love.

"You can cook at such a young age? It's really good!"

Although Ji Guohua said this, he didn't really believe how delicious Su Can would make it.

Chen Feng patted Su Can's small shoulder: "Go Pikachu."

Su Can rolled his eyes, but couldn't refuse, so he had to go into the kitchen.

Ji Guohua was still a little worried: "Can he do it at such a young age?"

"You two, don't just watch, go and help me. If you are in love, how can you return it?"

Unexpectedly, Su Can's next move shocked him.

"He...how is he so skilled? Is this really a child?"

They all seem to have decades of experience.

Chen Feng covered his mouth and snickered: "He is a little chef, Grandpa Ji, don't worry, just take a good look.

Su Can has made egg fried rice thousands of times, and he is so proficient that a fragrant plate of egg fried rice is ready in no time.

Just when everyone was attracted by the fragrance, only Su Can noticed that Ji Guohua's eyes were red.

He frowned, thinking he had done something wrong: "Grandpa Ji 713, what's wrong with you? Are you in a bad mood?"

Weren't you quite happy just now?

Ji Guohua stretched out his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes.

"Good boy, tell grandpa have you suffered a lot?"

How could a child from a normal family be so skilled? Unless the family is too poor and has no choice but to master this craft.

Su Can sighed: "My parents are both dead."

"So that's it, I mean..."

Dai Yuan saw that the atmosphere became sad, and he didn't want it to continue like this.

After all, the old man's mood should not fluctuate too much. He quickly calmed down the atmosphere: "Grandpa Ji, it's time to eat. Let's not talk about those unhappy things."