An eight-year-old kid cooks rice to feed a group of college students

The smell of gunpowder on both sides is getting stronger and stronger.

As a person involved, Su Can not only did not participate in the smoke-filled war, but also tasted the taste of medicated porridge.

"The taste is dense, sweet and glutinous. If my guess is correct, I should have added a spoonful of sugar after taking it out of the pan, right?"

"What a shame."

Chen Feng's eyes widened in shock as his secret technique was discovered so easily.

"How did you know?"

"Did you sneak into the kitchen just now?"

What this guy says is ridiculous. Su Can couldn't hold it back.

Rolling his eyes: "You guys should have surveillance here, right? I'll know if I've done it or not."

"Besides, anyone with a tongue can taste it, so why be surprised?"

"By the way, it's a pity that the sugar covers up the aroma of the medicine, and instead makes it appear that the taste of the medicinal porridge has lost its original fragrance.

Every time Su Can said a word, Chen Feng's expression became gloomier.

"I was mistaken. I didn't expect you to be really capable."

"But it's absolutely impossible to turn a blind eye to what happened just now. You must apologize to my grandfather!"

Ye Jingchen was too lazy to talk to such people and sneered.

"Okay, you have to make things big, right? Then I'm not afraid.

"Use your pig brain and think about it. Of all the people who come here to eat, who is either rich or noble?"

"What good will it do you to make me angry?"

He really couldn't hold it back and choked a few words.

Chen Feng turned his face away, tensed up, but didn't say anything anymore.

Just when the atmosphere was tense, an old man with gray hair entered the private room.

He is Chen Shanqiang.

The head chef of Chen's Private Kitchen.

"Everyone, Chen Feng is still young and too ignorant. I apologize to you for his unreasonableness.

He relaxed the atmosphere cheerfully, and then turned his attention to Su Can.

"My little friend, you must be very good at cooking, right?"

"It's really nice that you can actually know my unique little quirks after just one taste."

Ye Jingchen recognized his identity, saw that he had a good attitude, and softened his tone.

"Mr. Chen, what we discussed just now is indeed not pleasant, but now that we are open for business."

"You have to be able to withstand all kinds of evaluations. You can't just roll up your sleeves and convince others when they say something bad, right?"

He glanced at Chen Feng with meaning.

Chen Feng's expression wasn't very good either.

"When you spoke just now, you were obviously disdainful and belittling! I still don't believe that my grandfather's cooking skills can be lost to a child."

Chen Shanqiang said nothing, but the arrogance in his eyes was obvious.

Su Can saw it clearly and had some concerns in his heart.

He said calmly: "In this case, shouldn't we find out after we have a test?"

"Kid, it's good for you to be competitive. But 333 is my age."

"The salt you have eaten is more than the road you have traveled, so I will not bully you."

He didn't take Su Can seriously at all, he just thought he was a spoiled child at home.

Therefore, tolerance is also condescending.

Ye Jingchen was unconvinced: "Do you know that brother Su Can's cooking skills conquered the principal of the Food University?"

"If you don't dare to compete, forget it. It's boring."

This method of stimulating generals was indeed effective, and Chen Feng stepped forward directly.

"What is my grandfather's status? Let him compete with a child, it is simply a degradation of his status!"

"How about this, I'll compete with you!"

Su Can nodded and agreed directly: "Okay."