Inside the canteen of the steel rolling mill.

The fat man squatted in the basin and washed the vegetables, sweat dripping from his forehead.

Ma Hua stood in front of the chopping board, holding a kitchen knife and chopping vegetables, his face flushed.

The two of them haven't had a minute's rest since they went to work in the morning.

Silly Zhu sat leisurely on the chair, crossing his legs and humming a tune.

He Hua is a beautiful little girl?

She has clear eyes and a bright smile?

Her hair is like golden sunshine?

Her laughter is like the chirping of birds in the morning?

.....

The song sung by the drake's voice made both Mahua and Fatty curl their lips from time to time.

They are tired enough and have to endure mental torture.

"Master, can you stop singing!" Finally, Mahua couldn't bear it anymore, stopped the kitchen knife, and begged.

"Um...."

Silly Zhu's eyes widened, he took off his left leg from his right leg, and said coldly: "Mahua, don't you want to learn the knife skills?"

Ma Hua rolled her eyes and curled her lips: "...What kind of knife skills are there? Isn't it just that when cutting vegetables, you can't put your fingers under the knife?"

Silly Zhu stood up suddenly, ran to Ma Hua, grabbed Ma Hua's arm with both hands, and said with ecstasy: "Ma Hua, congratulations, you can leave the army."

Mahua: ".........."

The green vegetables in the fat man's hands fell down, causing a splash of water.

He raised his head and looked at Silly Zhu in disbelief: "Master, I already know that you can't eat vegetables when washing vegetables. Can I still become a master?"

Silly Zhu turned around and nodded heavily: "Fat man, that's right, you have mastered the skill of washing vegetables and you can start practicing."

Mahua:......

Fatty:......

The two looked at each other and shook their heads with a wry smile: "Master, please stop playing tricks on us. We have been with you for so many years just to learn your Tan family cooking. For the sake of our dedication to serving you, you can teach us how to do it."

Bar!"

Seeing that he couldn't fool the two of them, Shazhu returned to his seat angrily, picked up the enamel jar, blew on it, and took a sip of tea.

He said calmly: "Tan's cuisine is passed down from my ancestors, how can it be easily passed on to outsiders?"

Ma Hua scratched her head and looked puzzled: "But, Master, your surname is not Tan either!"

The fat man echoed next to him: "Yes, if your surname is not Tan, who passed down the Tan family cuisine to you?"

"..." Silly Zhu was silent for a moment, smiled awkwardly, stood up and said, "Okay, let's learn the special skills first. Today I decided to teach you the special skills of cooking porridge."

Ma Hua and Fatty suddenly lost all interest and whispered: "The trick of cooking porridge is not to put your fingers into the hot pot when cooking porridge..."

The two of them also knew Si Zhu's temperament and knew that there was no hope of stealing from his master, so they could only pick up the work at hand again.

In terms of teaching his disciples, Shazhu is similar to Liu Haizhong, both of them are of the self-respecting type.

In the original work, Fatty has been learning cooking skills from Sha Zhu for more than 20 years, but he can't even cook a decent dish. This shows that Sha Zhu never taught Fatty carefully.

In addition, in order to prevent the two of them from stealing from others, Shazhu also ground the seasonings needed for Tan's cuisine into powder and put them in a small cloth bag. Every time when cooking, he would secretly sprinkle a little while others were not prepared.

Of course, Silly Zhu didn't think there was anything inappropriate about what he did. After all, when He Daqing taught Tan's cuisine to Silly Zhu, he once told him that Tan's cuisine was learned by the He family with great difficulty and must not be passed on easily.

give others.

Although Fatty and Mahua were as filial as his sons, they were not real sons after all.

Silly Zhu has already thought about it. In the future, when He Hua grows up, he will teach He Hua the Tan family cuisine.

Thinking of this, Shazhu sat down again and enjoyed the treatment of being a master master.

At this moment, Li Donglai, Buffett and the others opened the dark cotton curtain and walked in.

"Brother Donglai, why are you here? Did that guy from Nanyi take leave today?"

Silly Zhu felt a little surprised.

Since Nan Yi came to the canteen of the hospital of the steel rolling mill, he quickly won the welcome of the workers with his ancestral craftsmanship.

Although Shazhu felt unhappy, he had no choice. After all, Nanyi's cooking skills were passed down from ancestors.

As for the Tan cuisine of his He family, he learned it from his master and there is no way to compare it.

Sensing the resentment in Sha Zhu's tone, Li Donglai smiled disapprovingly: "Si Zhu, I'm here to compete with you in cooking today."

Hearing this, Shazhu suddenly stood up with a look of disbelief on his face: "You want to compete with me in cooking? Brother Donglai, as a doctor, don't you even know that you have a fever?"

If it was Nanyi who came today, Shazhu might still hesitate.

Li Donglai is just a doctor. Even if he has unparalleled medical skills and has won some Nuomi Awards, he still doesn't know how to cook.

Silly Zhu felt insulted.

"Sorry, I am a level 8 chef. I have to maintain my dignity and am not in the mood to compete with amateurs."

Li Donglai smiled lightly and said: "Ten catties of food stamps."

Silly Zhu slapped his thigh suddenly: "Mahua, light the fire and set up the pot!"

"Wait a minute. Since we are competing, there must be rules for the competition." Li Donglai stopped Si Zhu.

"If there are no rules, there will be no rules. It makes sense. You are the guest and I am the host. It is up to you to set the rules."

Silly Zhu took a sip of tea and said angrily.

"Okay, let's have a try at stir-fried meat."

"Fried meat...meat..."

Silly Zhu's brows furrowed and he said melancholy: "There are indeed three kilograms of meat in the kitchen, but they are all reserved for the comrades in the ministries and commissions. Brother Donglai, how about we change the dish? I'll do whatever you want.

select."

"There's no feast without meat. I think fried meat can best demonstrate a person's cooking skills. If you don't want to, forget it. I won't force you. You just lose this game."

"Ah...then, let's fry the meat!"

Silly Zhu hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and made up his mind: "Anyway, there are a lot of rats in the kitchen. When the factory director asked me, I said that the rats had taken away the meat. How can he criticize me?"

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If he gets ten pounds of meal tickets, Yu Juhua will definitely praise him for his ability.

"Director Li, are you really good at cooking? Silly Zhu is the heir to the Tan family's cuisine."

When the chefs and helpers in the back kitchen heard the news, they all ran over.

Everyone knows that Li Donglai is a genius scientist, but cooking and scientific research are not compatible at all.

There is no suspense about the outcome of this competition at all.

Li Donglai just wanted to use this game to let Shazhu show his true skills and evaluate the effectiveness of beef paste.

Nature will not back down.

Stir-fried meat is not just fried meat, it must be paired with vegetables.

Li Donglai walked around the kitchen and found two potatoes.

"Director Li, do you want to make fried potatoes with meat? Come on, let me wash the potatoes for you."

Fatty saw that Li Donglai dared to confront Silly Zhu, no matter what the outcome, he had already won his respect.

"Oh, stir-fried meat with potatoes, okay, I won't take advantage of you, I'll choose potatoes too!" Silly Zhu also picked up two potatoes and threw them to Ma Hua: "Ma Hua, help the master wash the vegetables."

"Yes..." Mahua was a little reluctant, but due to Shazhu's power, she still took the potato.

Fatty and Mahua were not good at cooking, but they were top-notch at washing vegetables. After a while, they washed the potatoes cleanly.

"Director Li, your potatoes."

Li Donglai took it, the sword flashed a few times, and the potatoes turned into square cubes.

Si Zhu saw this, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his expression became serious.

"Hmph, it's a small plan, it's up to me."

He threw the potato into the air, the sword flashed a few times, and the potato turned into a square cube in the air.

.... Damn, Fruit Ninja, right?

Cut the meat into pieces and prepare the side dishes.

Shazhu started to stir-fry on fire.

The spatula was making tricks, and a moment later, a plate of fried potatoes and meat came out of the pot.
To be continued...