Ding Xiang really needs someone to help her, and seeing the chef being so persistent and so willing to give up.

People in their fifties and sixties would kneel down and ask to be her disciples in order to learn from her.

To put it in a very romantic way, this is also a kind of fate.

That’s all!

Ding Xiang nodded and agreed to leave the chef to help her.

The chef was naturally very happy. He had tasted Ding Xiang's food when she was making lunch boxes a few days ago, and he wanted to become a disciple at that time.

Unfortunately, Ding Xiang was determined and said she would not accept a disciple.

Then he settled for the next best thing and stayed in the kitchen as a helper, but was also rejected by Ding Xiang.

At that time, Dingxiang had a few small-time workers, so he was not needed at all.

Ding Xiang glanced at the chef who was smiling like a fool, and shook his head inwardly.

Whether you can learn it or not depends on your ability.

Of course, Ding Xiang still knew it very well.

Those meals of hers have been concentrated for five thousand years, and the things that have been accumulated over the years are naturally good things.

And this kind of good thing is naturally not so easy to learn.

Don't say that you don't follow a master well and steal it yourself. Even if you have a good master to teach you, it is not that easy to learn.

Therefore, Ding Xiang is not worried at all about stealing her master.

Of course, there are also people with keen instincts.

If he can really learn it once he learns it, then it is his skill and his opportunity.

There are more than a dozen people, so the meals prepared will naturally include five or six cold dishes and seven or eight hot dishes.

The cold dishes are very simple, such as cucumber salad, fried peanuts, jellyfish salad, etc., nothing special.

The highlight is the hot dishes, a Dongpo pork, a sweet and sour pork ribs, and a squirrel

Mandarin fish, a pickled fish, a fish-flavored shredded pork, a salt-and-pepper snake steak, a tiger egg, a stir-fried pork with lettuce, and a vinegar-glazed shredded potato.

A whole nine dishes!

Except for the stir-fried meat with lettuce, they had never heard of the names of these dishes.

Take this salt-and-pepper snake steak for example. Very few people here eat snakes, so of course it’s hard for chefs to learn how to cook snake dishes.

When Chu Chu heard that Ding Xiang was going to make a snake, the chef was startled and looked at her suspiciously.

There was also the squirrel mandarin fish. The uninformed chef even asked tremblingly if Dingxiang wanted to catch the squirrel and burn it.

He kept trying to persuade me that the squirrel meat was not delicious, it was sour and sour.

To talk about lilac is to say I am speechless.

She didn't explain much, instructing the chef to do this and that, while she moved her hands skillfully.

This chef is also a powerful character. He was ordered around by Ding Xiang, and he still had the time to peek at her cooking and wanted to steal her skills.

However, Ding Xiang's movements were so fast and the external processing procedures were so complicated that after looking at it for a long time, he felt that his head was about to turn into a ball of paste.

In just one hour, all nine hot dishes were ready.

When it was served, all the students looked at the large table of novel food and were so surprised that they were speechless.

Except for one fried pork with lettuce, the others are hard to name.

"This, this should be braised pork, but why is it so big?" Moreover, it was tied up tightly.

In other words, the braised pork must have done something wrong and ended up being tied up.

Seeing the puzzled expressions on everyone's faces, Ding Xiang hurriedly went over and introduced: "This is Dongpo Rou, a person named Dongpo."

I invented a way to eat braised pork. It tastes oily but not greasy and melts in your mouth. Let’s try it.”

Ding Xiang had made Dongpo Pork at home before, so Lin Sangua knew very well that the meat was delicious.

As soon as Ding Xiang finished speaking, he was the first to hold out his chopsticks.

"Brother Xiaolian, is it delicious?" Everyone looked at Lin Sangua's face nervously and asked.

Lin Sangua swallowed it in one gulp, nodded reservedly, and then stretched out his chopsticks again.

The person who asked the question patted his head and said in annoyance: "I'm stupid. Brother Xiaolian must have eaten it before. Since he can't wait to stretch out his chopsticks, it must be delicious."

"Yes, that's it."

After saying that, everyone rushed to hold out their chopsticks, fearing that if they were too late, they would not be able to grab the Dongpo pork.

The restaurant staff who were standing or sitting not far away looked at the busy table full of food. They were also very curious and looked over frequently.

"Master Sun, what kind of food are those? They smell so delicious?" The shopkeeper took a deep breath of the aroma in the air and looked at the absent-minded chef sitting next to him.

The chef shook his head: "I don't know either."

"So what did you do when you were helping in the kitchen just now?"

The fact that the chef stole the chef's master is actually public.

So when the shopkeeper said this, he was still a little bit resentful.

A person who usually seems to be very smart, but at the critical moment, he is useless.

"I have done a lot of things. I also secretly paid attention to Mrs. Ding's cooking, but it was too complicated and I couldn't understand it at all. Moreover, she brought several dishes together, messing up the order. I couldn't remember it at all.

Can’t get up.”
Chapter completed!