Zifeng and Qin Yuan held hands and hopped away.
Little Chef Huang was also focused on the ingredients in front of him.
"This is the first meal I cooked in the mushroom house this season.”
"We have to make a good start."
Mr. He handed over the lettuce.
Chef Huang took it and cut off the outer layer of the lettuce.
He looked at the camera and sighed.
"Some viewers might not be used to this season.”
"We have to live frugally. We have to eat rice grains one by one.”
"I want to stir-fry this lettuce for three meals.”
"Not even the leaves."
"I'll keep the skin for Peng Peng."
Peng Peng sat in front of the stove and started the fire, looking confused.
Why did she leave the skin for him to eat?
It should be to feed the chickens and geese in the chicken pen.
H and Xiao O probably wouldn't eat it. They had dog food.
Mr. He looked at Little Chef Huang's pathetic act, which seemed a little out of touch with reality.
"Teacher Huang, Teacher Huang."”
"There's still enough lettuce."
"We have a vegetable garden outside."
Chef Huang also smiled and said,""I'm exaggerating, haha."
"Let me rephrase."
"He's complaining about our director.”
"That's the client we yearn for. After filming a few seasons, this person is a little perverted now!”
Teacher He also added fuel to the fire.
"Yeah, our mushroom house has nothing this season.”
"A little rice, a little noodles, and seven eggs.”
"Sigh, forget about us."
"Qin Yuan still needs to grow."
Chef Huang processed the lettuce, cut it into slices, and placed it on a plate.
She walked over in an apron.
He stared at the eggs on the plate.
"How many eggs are we eating tonight?" she asked Mr. He.”
Mr. He looked at the marinated cola chicken wings.
There was also sliced meat and lettuce.
After thinking for a while, he said,"Eat three and cook one for Qin Yuan tomorrow morning."”
"Let him eat eggs and drink milk to grow.”
Teacher Huang was holding three eggs in one hand.
He hit an egg with one hand.
In the past, after breaking the eggs, the eggshells would be directly thrown into the trash can.
However, this time…
His poverty had limited Little Chef Huang's freedom.
He reached his finger into the eggshell and scratched it.
He wiped all the remaining egg white into the bowl.
"In the past, there was still such a deduction," said Teacher He with a bitter smile.”
The audience in the live broadcast room laughed at Little Chef Huang for being so poor.
"Director, I advise you to be kind. You're too stingy. We can't stand it anymore.”
"I'm dying of laughter, hahaha."
"You're all here to lose weight.”
"That one was amazing."
"He's too miserable this season. Fortunately, Qin Yuan got the pig trotter.”
"Yearning for the Transfiguration Plan, the program team really has you.”
"That's not right. Did you see the rice cooker?”
The viewers watching the live broadcast were flooded with bullet comments.
However, there were also some attentive viewers who discovered that the mushroom house did not have a rice cooker.
Everyone was used to the existence of rice cookers when cooking.
It was simple.
It was convenient.
However, Huang Kitchen's rice had already been washed, so no one saw the rice cooker.
Everyone was curious.
……………………
Chef Huang finished washing the rice and looked at the pot that had already boiled water.
He placed a huge grating on it.
Then, he took out seven bowls.
Each bowl was filled with some rice and then filled with water.
He placed it on the grill.
"Peng Peng, two bowls. Zifeng, two bowls."
"I, Teacher He, and Qin Yuan each have a bowl.”
"I haven't cooked like this in a long time. However, firewood rice is more fragrant than rice cooker.”
Teacher Huang covered the pot.
He could not help but sigh.
After half an hour, the lid was lifted.
The seven bowls of rice were all steamed, and a rich fragrance wafted over.
Peng Peng couldn't help but take a few sniffs.
"Master, this is more fragrant than the rice cooker.”
"It's just a little troublesome."
Chef Huang nodded and took a cloth to put all the rice aside.
He cleaned the pot and began to cook.
The first dish was stir-fried tofu strips with vegetables.
Little Chef Huang was doing his job very skillfully.
A dish was stir-fried in the iron pot.
In just a few minutes.
Stir-fried bean curd with vegetable cover was served.
This was also the first dish of the mushroom house.
Then, Chef Huang didn't stop at all. He started to stir-fry shredded pork with lettuce.
As soon as the fragrance of the shredded meat came out.
Zifeng and Qin Yuan ran in from outside.
Chef Huang looked at Qin Yuan, who was lying beside the pot.
He chuckled as he picked up a piece for Qin Yuan with his chopsticks.
"Come, try it."
Qin Yuan's eyes widened as he looked at the meat in his mouth. He opened his mouth wide and swallowed the meat.
Phew--
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
"Hot, hot."
Qin Yuan covered his mouth and kept breathing.
Her little feet were also jumping.
Chef Huang, Teacher He, and Zifeng were so happy that they were holding their stomachs.
When Huang Little Chef picked up the food, it had already trembled a few times in the air.
He paused for a few seconds.
It was definitely hot.
Many people had experienced this before.
However, Qin Yuan's reaction was even more amusing.
Zi Feng looked at Qin Yuan and said,"It's hot, spit it out."”
Qin Yuan covered his mouth and chewed a few times. He swallowed the meat and said,"It's not hot anymore, it's not hot anymore."
"It's all in my stomach."
After Qin Yuan finished speaking, he patted his little belly.
Little Chef Huang looked at Qin Yuan and picked up the last plate of chicken wings.""Qin Yuan, I'm going to make you cola chicken wings.”
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