"Isn't it better to waste food and take it out?"

"There's chicken shit!"

"The person who eats can't see it!" Fu Yunche didn't know whether it was to be suppressed everywhere or something, but in short, he had no intention of throwing it away.

OK, he said something right, and the chefs began to sigh in their hearts, not knowing who was so unlucky to be able to eat these foods. May God bless you, just watched two men with high martial arts leaping around in the kitchen, busy, and still refused to interrupt.

After Fu Yunche washed the leeks, he cut them into pieces, poured them all into the eggs that were taken out of the shell, stir-fry them, and then put them in the pot and stir-fry them.

A drop of sweat as big as a bean slid off a certain cook's forehead, as if he could no longer see it, so he turned around and stayed away.

The remaining three people were still staring at each other.

The two old men were extremely proud of their success bit by bit, and they were just cooking. Can they stump them?

Wanqi Shenfeng also whistled, threw the knife and meat on the chopping board, and instructed: "Go and chop the meat!"

"I'm chopping meat, what are you doing?" Fu Yunche was dissatisfied. Why did he let him do the difficult work?

"Hey, I'm responsible for cooking the fire with eggs and leeks. Do you know how to burn the fire?" He glared, squatted in front of the stove, stuffed dry firewood one by one, took the oil lamp and burned it against the wooden stick.

The other two cooks couldn't stand it anymore and chose to leave.

The remaining one was wondering how they would burn the fire. The first time I heard that the fire was made by using a wooden stick.

Fu Yunche raised his knife and slashed at the large piece of pork. The first knife was taken to make him realize that it was not easy to chop it into pieces. He held the knife and chopped it all in a row, but it still was still a whole piece. It seemed that it was not real. The meat could not be chopped. He used his internal force again and raised his lips and chopped it down hard. The meat was still a whole piece, but the chopping board was cracked.

Damn it, it's really not easy for the imperial kitchen, so I had to chop it slowly. After spending an hour, I really made a piece of meat into pieces. I turned my head and saw it, and I was almost suffocating: "Why haven't you lit it yet?"

Wanqi Shenfeng sat on the stool, whistling casually. On the oil lamp, the firewood as thick as his arms had already emitted blue smoke, but it could be stuffed into the stove. There was no expected raging fire, so he had to take it out and continue burning.

Fu Yunche looked at the sky and squatted over: "Isn't that the case?" When he was camping in the wild, he saw that the eagle used dry leaves to burn fire. He took a bunch of straw and stuffed it into the black hole, and saw the flames.

"I just want to test you, it seems that I'm not very stupid!" Wanqi Shenfeng smiled awkwardly.

I don’t know if the other party was too contented, but Fu Yunche didn’t doubt every word he said, and still felt that the other party was more capable than him, but after the straw was burned out, the firewood did not burn: “Why are there again?”

Shen Feng was so upset that he wanted to tear off the kitchen directly: "Then you go ahead!"

It was not until several bundles of straw were burned out in the kitchen that the two dirty men looked at each other and smiled: "It's here!" Shen Feng slapped his thigh hard.

"Hmph, you don't know how to do it at all, right?" Fu Yunche was probably the opportunity to make a sarcasm, but he didn't give the other party a chance to retaliate. He took a basin wrapped in leeks and poured it into the pot.

Shen Feng saw it, pointed to the big iron pot and roared: "You have to add oil first! Hurry up and take it out!"
Chapter completed!