Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The old master's embarrassment and worry at the beginning soon turned into surprise later on.

The man who had never been in a kitchen could easily tell the proportion of flour and water.

After finishing speaking, he still looked confused and looked like he was talking casually.

When stirring the meat filling and adding seasonings, he would add them casually.

Based on feeling, there is no definite number.

When it feels like it's almost done, leave it alone and show it to him.

The old master was dumbfounded.

Even though he had lived for most of his life, he had never met anyone with such a talent for cooking.

I was born to do this, and God chased me and fed me.

The young master's hands were soft and he had never done any work before.

White and soft, thin, clean and slender.

When you pick up the kitchen knife and cut the carrots, you should carefully cut them one piece at a time.

His beautiful white fingers were stained with crystal drops of water. He lowered his head, pursed his lips tightly, and his cheeks were slightly bulging.

Extremely serious and focused, as if he is doing something big.

One piece...two pieces...three pieces...

Carefully and extraordinarily clumsily.

The housekeeper outside looked a little frightened, fearing that he would cut himself.

But obviously, everyone underestimated his talent.

After cutting a few slices, he became proficient.

Ta-ta-da-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-

The kitchen knife is getting faster and faster.

From the beginning there was a break, to the end it went straight and smoothly, the knife skills are amazing.

In the blink of an eye, a carrot was cut.

Except for the first few pieces, which are a bit unsightly, the remaining pieces are as thin as cicada wings and even in thickness.

The old master watched and fell into silence for a while.

Inexplicably, I feel like I might lose my job.

After the young master cut it, he put down the knife.

She raised her hand with her sleeves rolled up and looked at him, as if she was a little excited.

"What's next?"

As he said this, his eyes were warm and bright, clear and moving, like a pure and harmless elf in the trees.

His tone was soft and his fingers were soft.

There is a scarf tied around the waist, which smells like fireworks in the kitchen, but there is still a pure, warm and soft aura about her body.

The ultimate contrast, abrupt and inexplicably coordinated.

It's as if he shouldn't be here, and it's as if it's normal for him to be here.

The master cook looked at it for a while and said nothing.

It wasn't until he picked up the kitchen knife unhappily and slammed it down on the chopping board that the old chef came back to his senses.

"Oh... next..."

"The next step should be... ah, yes, the next step is to cut the pork and mince it into mincemeat..."

The young master snorted and picked up the washed pork from the side.

Start cutting.

Cut into small pieces first, then start chopping.

The master had not yet had time to tell him this step.

But he seemed to know subconsciously what to do.

No need to say it at all.

The old master was even more frightened.

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Morning.

The snow has been falling, and the first snow in winter seems to be a good start.

The sun was covered by thick clouds, and the clouds sprinkled snow all over the sky wantonly.

The strong wind was blowing, but it could not blow away the dark clouds.

Only the light snow was blown away, from north to south, from the sky to the ground.

It's bone-chilling, from the inside out.

royal palace.

In the huge and solemn palace, the bell rang for the end of the morning.

Powerful and ethereal, resounding through the sky.

The courtiers who came to pay homage before dawn slowly retreated as the heavy and solemn bell rang.