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But, one of them is very excited now, and the other one is a little confused because of his mother's sudden change of attitude, so he didn't notice the deliberate flaw in Qiao Mu's words at all, and even if he did, he probably would only know it. I thought it was Qiao Mu who accidentally said something wrong.
So the inquiry that Qiao Mu was looking forward to did not come.
What came next was Zhang Xijun¡¯s questioning again:
¡°Mom, aren¡¯t you angry?
¡°Don¡¯t you always say that our family has a family of cooking skills passed down from our ancestors, so we can¡¯t learn other ways?
If you are angry.
Should I beat him up? "
¡°Dad, grandma is awake. Grandma, you must not bear to watch me beg.
"Don't worry, my four years of learning Western food are not in vain. As long as I open a shop, the business will definitely be booming." "
Zhang Linyu quickly rebutted from the side.
??For fear that his grandma would change her tune again.
Qiao Mu lay on the bed and secretly rolled his eyes, then sat up and put on his slippers:
¡°You two, don¡¯t think so much.
I'm not being angry, nor am I looking at you for pity. Our family can still afford to rent a storefront for half a year. This guy has always refused to give up until he sees the Yellow River, and never looks back until he hits the wall. Give him the money. He might as well give it a try.
Save him from thinking how smart he really is.
You can make money by just opening a store.
I just want to see what kind of loss you will make in the end and whether you can still have any panties left in the end.
That¡¯s it, I¡¯ll let you try it for half a year.
If you don¡¯t succeed in half a year, come back.
Come back and learn from me about the red and white cases of Chinese food. "
¡°Hey, Mom, are you right?
Let me learn from you, can you cook? "
Zhang Xijun finally reacted.
He looked at Qiao Mu with some surprise.
In his impression, his mother had never cooked before, let alone cooking big dishes, just ordinary fried rice and the like.
His father has always cooked the food at home.
After he learned it, he changed it to him.
¡°I can do it, but I just don¡¯t want to do it.
It¡¯s so hot every day, no matter how good-looking a person is, she will turn into a yellow-faced woman in a short time, even if you don¡¯t look at how greasy your father¡¯s hair was in the past.
There are also occupational diseases on my body.
I used to hang my cervical spine at home every day.
My ancestor was an imperial chef. The two dishes your dad made better were taught by your grandpa, otherwise his skills would probably be similar to yours. Unfortunately, he got into a car accident and left before he could teach you his skills. I thought our family was not short of money anyway, so I was too lazy to teach you.
I didn¡¯t expect you to really love this profession.
Even if you don¡¯t do well, you can persist for so many years.
"Now that your uncle's family is no longer in this business, and this guy is not living up to expectations, I have no choice but to come out again."
¡°Otherwise, our two skills will be lost. "
Of course, these nonsense words of Joe Mu also combined the real situation of the original body. For example, the original family is indeed a kitchen, and the original father has indeed taught the original husband's technology.
¡°However, the original person really doesn¡¯t know how to cook.
Because their cooking skills are passed down from male to female.
I am not qualified to learn.
As for whether this fabrication will be exposed?
The original father died long ago, and my mother has been dead for many years. The younger brother who inherited their family¡¯s cooking skills just passed away last year, and her sister-in-law was taken by her son to live abroad, so even if Qiao Mu is making up lies now, no one will Expose her.
"Mom, you really didn't lie to me?"
Zhang Xijun is still a little doubtful.
"Why am I lying to you? You have forgotten the private restaurant your uncle opened back then. The business was so good back then that you had to see whether he was in the mood to eat or not.
When my father was here, how could I teach you? I taught you what it means to betray your ancestors and forget your ancestors, and you had to be beaten to death by the old man. It was not easy for me to teach you when your uncle was here. After all, it was your grandpa who knew these things. It is not passed down in the family, so now that your grandfather and your uncle are gone, your aunt and her son have gone abroad, so I can teach you.
Your skills are also very poor. In the past six months, just learn from me if you have nothing to do.
What, you still don¡¯t believe it when I look at you? "
JoeMu's lie had been compiled within a few minutes after receiving the memory earlier, so it is not embarrassing at all to say it now.
The face is not red and the heart is not beating.
However, no matter how she looked at it, she felt that her eldest son didn't quite believe it.
"Mom, it's not that I don't believe you. As the saying goes, practice makes perfect. You haven't been in the kitchen for decades. Even if you knew some crafts before, how much can you remember now? Why don't you stop bothering.
Or you can just give me the recipe.
I can figure it out myself. "
Zhang Xijun recalled what he knew about his uncle's family, and he believed a bit of what he said.
It¡¯s just that he doesn¡¯t believe in his mother¡¯s craftsmanship.
¡°For those who haven¡¯t cooked in decades, it doesn¡¯t matter if they were very good at cooking in the past. After so many years of unfamiliarity, I still don¡¯t know how much they can remember.
And the utensils in the kitchen have changed a lot over the past few decades, so don¡¯t blow up his kitchen again.
"It seems like you really don't believe it.
I have to show you my skills today!
Let¡¯s go to the kitchen. I¡¯ll fry you some egg fried rice, so you can see what egg fried rice is.
I have been eating your scrambled egg fried rice for so many years.
I almost vomited.
People¡¯s craftsmanship is getting better and better. You¡¯ve been cooking egg fried rice for ten years, but you haven¡¯t seen any progress!
¡°Also, Lin Yu, you come with me too.
Don¡¯t think that your dad is a poor cook. All Chinese chefs are poor at cooking. Your dad is just an exception.
His talent in this area is not very good.
Everybody follow me. "
If Qiao Mu¡¯s cooking skills were taken seriously, they would be truly amazing, an absolute master level.
So I don¡¯t worry about missing at all.
Stand up and walk towards the kitchen.
Zhang Xijun and his son Zhang Linyu looked at each other for a while, and finally followed him with some uncertainty. One was worried that his mother would blow up the kitchen, and the other wanted to follow to see what jokes might happen.
Anyway, neither of them believed that Qiao Mu was good at cooking.
I feel that Qiao Mu is so confident that she is arrogant.
Even though I may have been good at cooking in the past.
Now I don¡¯t know how bad it will be.
After entering the kitchen, Qiao Mu looked around, then carefully selected four eggs from the pile of eggs in the kitchen, and dug some of the overnight rice into a bowl with some dissatisfaction:
¡°Our ingredients are really bad.
For this egg fried rice, it is best to use first-born eggs from hens, and the eggs should not be stored for too long. The best ones are the next day or even the same day.
These eggs are at least half a month old.
Also, overnight meals are not good either.
Now we can only make do with it.
I¡¯ll cook some for you tomorrow when I¡¯m free. "
As he spoke, Qiao Mu knocked the eggs into the bowl and began to stir the egg liquid.
¡°That¡¯s not right, Mom, why is overnight rice bad? Don¡¯t we all agree that overnight rice and fried rice are the best?
Are you sure you really know how to cook?
You don¡¯t know how to make egg fried rice, do you? "
Zhang Xijun was even more confused now.
Don¡¯t we all use overnight rice for fried rice nowadays?
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