Chapter 844 (1/2)

0844

when you open the door of the study, you can smell a strong smell of mutton coming out from inside.

Ye Longteng smelled only one mouthful and felt hungry.

And in an antique study, there is mutton flavor, ye Longteng is not surprised.

Because, this study is very unusual.

At a glance, there were not a few books on the bookshelves on both sides of the study. Instead, there were various spices and condiments in bottles and jars.

Ingredients, pepper, dried mushrooms, medlar, garlic, dried kelp, laver, cooking materials from the sea.

In the corner of the study, there are also some pottery pots, which are not planted in these pots, but some chives and leeks.

It's a study. It's a kitchen. It's more appropriate.

See that big sandalwood desk, put the brass hot pot boiled by charcoal fire, ye Longteng will smile.

”Father...”

Ye Longteng bowed his head to the man in the desk.

”Second, I haven't seen you for years. Come and have a seat.”.

Standing behind the desk, is holding a sharp knife, cutting mutton slices of the man, very casually called.

His mind was on cutting mutton, he wore an apron, and his expression was quite focused.

”This mutton was slaughtered when I went down the mountain today. It's very fresh. It's just right to eat it. Ah Qun took the rest back to the mountain.

I've also left some. I'll cook it later. I'll take some of it. I'll dip it in salt and pepper. You can try it too

You've been away from home for a long time. There's no mutton like this in the capital city. ”Just talking about mutton making, the man felt that his mouth was full of meat fragrance, and he enjoyed it very much.

What he cuts is a piece of fresh mutton, which is usually sliced in thin slices, which is convenient only after being refrigerated. Most of them are cut by machine.

However, when a man lifts his knife, the knife seems to be exerting some kind of magic. There is no obstacle in entering the meat. Every piece of mutton cut is like a translucent red yarn, which is as fine as a work of art.

Looking at his father cutting mutton, ye Longteng's eyes miss him very much. When his mother was still alive, his father often showed his knife work in front of them, cutting and showing off to his mother at the same time.

Perhaps, the world simply can't imagine that the epic class strong man who has lived for hundreds of years, a generation of martial god, takes the most sharp weapon, is not a rare weapon, nor is it a strange weapon, but A little kitchen knife.

”My father's knife work is still so superb. I'm afraid I can't practice my father like this in my life,” Ye Longteng shook his head with emotion.

”Silly boy, you and your brother don't like to be cooks. What's more, you and your brother don't like to be cooks. What's more, this kitchen knife is not used for practice, it's for use.”.

With that, the man put a plate of sliced mutton and handed it to Ye Longteng.

”Come on, have a taste.”.

Thank you, father.

Ye Longteng picked up the long chopsticks and put some mutton into the hot pot.

”Father, I have something important to ask you about when I come back this time.”.

”What's the matter?” the man asked casually. At the same time, he went to a bookshelf nearby and took a string of garlic.

Ye Longteng will be a hide in the body of the information, take out from the coat pocket, spread on the desk.

It's very simple. It's two pieces of paper, one identification and one test report.

”Father, take a look, you think What should be done about the child? ” Ye Longteng asked cautiously.