Chapter 815 (1/2)

No one can believe that.

Han Fei felt for the first time that cooking was a very difficult thing.

The oil in the big pot has boiled. Han Fei wrapped the carp in flour and shook off the extra flour. Put the carp in the frying pan, prepare to fry it, fry its skin crispy, let it fry a little bit first.

As a result, the fish is fried for half a day, the flour is dried, and the skin and meat are still tender. This shape, where is the familiar appearance? It's raw meat!

Han Fei scratched his head, which is too much! I am the first chef of thug college. Now I can't even make a fish? Are you kidding me?

At that time, Han Fei's face was fierce: if I don't blow it up, can I use the spirit to practice it?

This time, Han Fei used the top-grade ”change of fire”, when the fire came out, the fish began to ripen immediately.

Han Fei's heart was moved. The boiling fish oil in the pot flew in the air, wrapped the eight golden carp in a ball, let the fish oil penetrate into the fish, and fried in the air.

After a while, the garlic in the pot is fragrant, the sugar and vinegar are poured out, the clear water is stewed, some strawberry juice is made, and the pot is stirred. For a while, even the middle-aged people, who are calm from beginning to end, can't help but put down their pen and watch Han Fei cooking in the air.

Finished the meal.

Han Fei took a breath and said, ”what is that? This Jiaolong, how about the next meal? It's a bit of a struggle. ”

The middle-aged man nodded slightly and finally put down his pen. With one move, a long table flew to the river.

The middle-aged man looked at the sweet and sour carp made by Han Fei, first sniffed it with his nose, then nodded slightly and said with a smile, ”sit down, eat.”

Han Fei's heart, as if there were 10000 tsunami jellyfish shouting: so satisfied, it seems that there is another meal!

However, Han Fei didn't eat such a big thing, but he was also moved.

Before eating, he took a look at the middle-aged man. This man has a handsome face, a gentle face, a scholar's breath, and always a little smile.

The man picked up a piece of fish and put it into his mouth. There was a glimmer of splendor in his eyes, but his expression didn't change much.

It seems to know that Han Fei stared at himself. The man raised his eyes and looked at Han Fei: ”concentrate on eating.”

Han Fei let out a sound and put a piece of fish into his mouth. Immediately, there was a strong fragrance blooming among the taste buds. The taste was not greasy. The fish was fragrant and tender, just like the fresh tofu

High grade goods, of course, can not be bad. However, when a fish belly, Han Fei's mind becomes clear a lot.

A chopstick.

Two chopsticks.

……

After eating about half a jin of meat, Han Fei seemed to settle down. He held the table with one hand and chopsticks with the other. But my eyes are fixed.

The middle-aged man glanced at Han Fei lightly, did not speak, and continued to eat.

I don't know how long it took.

Han Fei seems to recall a lot of past events, the first time he learned to stick, was beaten for the first time, went fishing for the first time, and used a knife for the first time A picture of the past in my mind is running at full speed.

And every time he recalled, Han Fei suddenly realized that there were many problems.

Originally, the power of the stick should be like this.

Originally, the knife should be cut in this way, which can make the strength the most and the sharpest.

It turns out that this is how polypsis should be used.

It turns out that arrays can be drawn in this way.

When Han Fei opened his eyes, he found that there was nothing left on the table. He was the only one sitting there holding his chopsticks.

He unconsciously looked back and found that the middle-aged man had already written there.

Han Fei asked subconsciously, ”have you finished?”

The middle-aged man said without raising his head, ”I finished yesterday.”

Han Fei:

Han Fei took a breath: ”yesterday?”

The middle-aged man said softly, ”in three hours, it's time for dinner. If you are a little busy, go and cook! ”

”Ah?”

Han Fei suddenly lost his mind: is it time for dinner again?

Han Fei asked weakly, ”how long is the interval between meals?”

”12 hours,” the middle-aged replied lightly

Han Fei silly eye: I ate a meal for 18 hours?

Han Fei took a breath of cold air. Without saying anything, run to your homestead and build a house.