) In fact, the chef doesn't care about cooking, he doesn't know how to cut the onions himself, he doesn't fry the pot himself, or even choose the ingredients himself. The netizen uploaded == When those who help him start, he is only responsible for weighing the spoon himself. In this way, the real chef is not tired at all when he works, but instead feels pampered, and he is domineering. Of course, the premise is that he has taught the procedure for cutting the onions and frying pot before starting, not that he doesn't know how to do it.

What Canghai is facing now is that he makes it all from cutting onions, to weighing the spoon to taking out the pot. Moreover, the two dishes he cooks are worth a hundred people. There are more and more people in the hall, and even those students and teachers who have finished their meals have joined in, looking forward to it.

In front of everyone's eyes, Canghai stood in front of the huge iron pot, looking at the various ingredients in the pots and pans in front of him with emotion, sighed slightly in his heart, remembering the glorious years of grass growing and flying in the organization. The next moment, his eyes slightly condensed, and his hands had already picked up a shiny kitchen knife, and he had a skillful attack on the green onion!

Everyone took a breath in their hearts.

Such a skillful knife technique. If everyone didn’t know what Canghai was, with this knife skills alone, no one would doubt his identity as a senior chef. Chef Zhang’s eyes flashed with surprise, and then he sneered: “What’s the use of a knife skill? The food is full of fragrance. Humph, it’s just a sign of silence.”

Everyone looked at him with contempt, and then they all looked at the teacher with a serious expression and skillful movements.

She was beside her, and she had already rolled up her long sleeves, and she had her fair and smooth arms, staring at the man less than tens of centimeters away from her. This fat and ugly teacher, in her heart, was becoming more and more confident that this teacher was the man who shed tears when she played the piano last time.

A person's appearance can be changed, but his temperament and voice are still traceable. Even if he hides it, it will be futile.

In a blink of an eye, Canghai had already prepared the preparations, and the natural gas was put on and the pot was preheated.

He frowned slightly and picked up the small box containing salt. His hand turned slightly, then put it down, picked up a new packet of sweet noodle sauce, and quickly picked out something from the ingredients and put it in the fresh sweet noodle sauce that had just been poured out. Then he waited for the pot to really get hot. First time}

Chef Zhang's eyes changed when he added ingredients from Canghai to Sweet Noodle Sauce. It was like a master meeting a master, and the sneer on his face had become solemn, and even the eyes looking at Canghai felt a sense of mutual appreciation.

At this time, the sound of the frying pan interrupted a lot of thoughts. Canghai had already started to make braised eggplant. Quickly, the eggplants that had been cut off were poured into the huge pot in an orderly and regular manner. Almost instantly, a fragrance filled the kitchen like a flood. The chefs who were watching the show all expressed surprise expressions.

"Add some water." The fat and bloated teacher said lightly.

She came to her senses and turned around to fetch water in panic. Canghai stopped stirring and stir-frying: "Pop half." She poured it slowly carefully. You know, the pot of oil was easily splashed out, but it still splashed out. A drop of boiling oil hit Canghai luolu's arm. Because the angle was relatively slight, only she saw it. She was surprised to see that there was no expression on Canghai's face!

This is not a physical problem of Canghai, but a problem of equipment "tailored" for him.

His attention was all on the braised eggplant that was about to be ripe.

The heat of any meal depends on the timing when putting it in the pot and the neatness when it comes out.

Chef Zhang had already called on the urge to prepare more than 100 plates and dishes for serving dishes.

"Out of the pot!" Cang Hai shouted softly, and gently touched the nv boy who came to help. She felt that her body was gently pushed by a wonderful force, but it was not uncomfortable at all, and even very comfortable.

She was stunned and saw Teacher Xiaohai skillfully supporting the big pot with one hand, placing it evenly in more than a hundred dishes with spoonfuls.

Chef Zhang ignored the surprised look of everyone looking at Canghai, pushed away everyone around him and picked up chopsticks and picked up one. The expression on his face completely solidified.

The students watching the fun all snatched the plates, and they prepared for what the eggplant tasted like in a series of skilled movements just now.

Then, there were ups and downs, followed by neat cheers.

The result is self-evident.

Canghai's unsurprising calmness surprised her very much. It seemed that this was the way she acted.

Guo Han was stunned at first, then slightly brutally pushed away the obstacles beside him, picked up the few eggplants and ate them all over, and turned into sticking out his tongue and saying it was hot, while he made a sensation from his unfinished brothers who had not eaten.

"Come on, make the next dish." Canghai brushed the big pot and prepared to set the fire.

"No need." Chef Zhang sighed, put down the plates that had been eaten clean and said sincerely: "This teacher, I sincerely invite you to work here, which is much better than being a teacher."

Guo Han said teasingly: "You still treat Teacher Xiaohai as a poor teacher? You can't bear to sneeze even if you sneeze."

Chef Zhang glared at her eyes, Canghai took over the conversation and said with a smile: "I have done this before, but I don't want to do it anymore. It's delicious. It's better to keep it for the people around me to cook it."

Chef Zhang looked like a friend, which made Guo Han feel so angry.

"This man is so thick-skinned. He was still the same last moment. Now he is getting better and becoming a brother."

What Canghai said also caused screams in the classmate group.

"Is it delicious, only for the people around you?"

She stood quietly beside her, and retreated obediently, looking at the fat and weird teacher like everyone else.

"Why did he pretend to be like this? Could it be that he is the legendary one..."

Just when Chef Zhang wanted to say something, senior college leaders who had long been lurking among the students appeared, which ended this somewhat dramatic scene.

Chef Zhang no longer had the anger he had just now. He took two packs of braised eggplant and handed it over with respect: "Teacher, please take it back and taste what you made."

Canghai smiled slightly and said nothing. He nodded slightly to the senior leader. The leader nodded and smiled all over his face. Canghai looked at Guo Han: "Do you want to eat? I haven't made it for a long time."

Guo Han was about to shake his head, and a brother behind him shouted: "Teacher Xiaohai, we all want to eat."

There were more than a hundred dishes just now, and many students were not snatched to eat. The inferior people in the eyes of these students naturally did not dare to rush to eat.

Canghai was stunned. Seeing that Guo Han's subordinates were all jumping and still trying to stop, he burst into laughter: "Okay, you guys, come home with me and I'll make it for you to eat."

After a thunderous shout, the security guards surrounded the sea and walked out.

"Xiaohai...Teacher, can I go too?"

As she spoke softly, her beautiful eyes shining, but she also had a strange indifference.

Canghai turned around and smiled, "Of course, I haven't done it for a long time, and people are tired of such thick fat."

The disgusting words made everyone laugh.

"This man who can control people's emotions..."

Who is in his heart, sighing silently.

"I'll go, too."

"I'll go too!!"

As soon as the piano played the nv mentioned, the nv children on the field started to yell.

Canghai smiled bitterly. At this moment, a man with sword-browed eyebrows and starry eyes walked to the front: "Teacher Xiaohai, don't know how your calligraphy is? Our Calligraphy Association wants to invite you to visit."

Many students feel a little sank.

Canghai knew that the high profile these days finally attracted the idea of ​​these proud second generations.

The main show has begun.<>)


Chapter completed!