Adopting a Daughter to Become a Concubine in Red

"Ah—my little ancestor, didn't you say you can't pour it in!" Chef Sun saw that the girl in his arms suddenly poured a lot of oil into the stove hole, and quickly hugged Changxin and hid for a while. inch, to prevent sparks from splashing out and damaging the clothes of the two of them.

"But it's very interesting!" Changxin didn't feel any sin in pouring oil into the stove hole, but felt that the fire that lit the oil in the hole was very interesting.

"Hey! What's so interesting about sparkling seeds!" Chef Sun picked up the tongs and dumped the firewood in the stove.

Chang Xin watched with great interest as Chef Sun skillfully picked up a piece of red-hot firewood from the upper stove hole, threw it into the lower stove hole, and then added a shovelful of gray powder.

"What is this for?" Chang Xin was a little puzzled why Chef Sun poured the gray powder onto the firewood.

"Ah! Throw some ashes to make kindling!" After spreading the ashes, Chef Sun removed a few more firewood and put them aside, then stood up with a long heart in his arms, and went to the water tank to scoop up a ladle of water with a wooden ladle.

"Do you want to pour water into the stove hole?" Chang Xin looked at the brown wooden ladle floating on the water tank, and wanted to grab it with his hands, but when he thought of the oil that was accidentally splashed just now, he held back and wanted to reach out. hands out.

"Little ancestor, the fire will be extinguished as soon as the water is poured on it. You said that the fire is extinguished, so what's the matter with the food?" Chef Sun returned to the stove hole with a long heart, and raised his hand to pour the ladle of water on the firewood.

"Zi-"

Chang Xin stared wide-eyed at the red part of the firewood turning black, and couldn't help being surprised. Could it be that Chef Sun can do tricks?

"The black one is carbon!" Chef Sun pointed to the black part of the firewood, explained a few words to Changxin, then handed the wooden ladle to Changxin's hand, and said, "Take it and play for a while! Don't bite your teeth!"

Then, he concentrated on dealing with the firewood in the stove.

One of the most important elements in cooking is the heat.

Seeing that Chef Sun gave him the ladle, Changxin's eyes turned into crescent moons, "Thank you, Chef Sun!"

"How can you be called the chef? I promised to teach you cooking skills, so you should call me master!" Chef Sun's eyes were facing the stove hole, and the fire was shining red.

"Then...thank you, master!" Changxin responded to Chef Sun's question with a smile, then lowered his head and tried to bite the object that Chef Sun gave him that could hold water.

It's hard and doesn't seem to taste good...

Chang Xin put the ladle on his head with a bitter face, "Master, this food is not tasty!"

"Nonsense, what's so delicious about the gourd skin!" Seeing Chang Xin put the water ladle on his head, Chef Sun quickly reached out to take it off, "Oh, my little ancestor Ang, this water ladle is attached to the mouth. Things, don't mess around."

"Uh..." Chang Xin panicked as he watched Chef Sun frantically take the ladle off his head and put it on the stove, "Master, did Chang Xin do something wrong?"

"No, no!" Hearing Chang Xin's aggrieved voice, Chef Sun quickly waved his hands at Chang Xin, "It's the first time the little girl came here, so she didn't burn this room down, it's already pretty good."

"Master, does that mean someone has burnt it?" Chang Xin slowly climbed from Cook's arms to the stool, sat down next to Cook, and asked curiously.

A low-leg bench is used for the stove hole, and it is not crowded at all for two people to sit.

"That's right! The owner of the restaurant just burned it!" Cook Sun turned his head to look at the little girl sitting beside him, and touched his nose, "When I first came, the owner of the restaurant was clamoring to make porridge with me, She said it was for her master to eat, but when she did it, half of my tile-roofed house was ruined."

"Is the owner my mother?" Chang Xin followed Cook's tone and moved to Cook's side.

"Isn't it the little girl and your mother!" Chef Sun continued to stir the fire in the stove cheerfully.

"That mother is really stupid!" Chang Xin squeezed along the bench to Chef Sun's side.

"Hehehe..." Chef Sun laughed from ear to ear when he heard the owner's daughter call her stupid, "The owner is not stupid, she probably remembers several times more recipes than me! Little girl I don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, learning to cook is hard!"

"But it's fun!" Hearing Chef Sun praise his mother's intelligence, Chang Xin also grinned.

"Little girl, you came here because you thought it was fun to be a cook?" Hearing the little girl next to her keep saying that it was interesting, Cook Sun's tone suddenly became serious, "Learning to be a cook is hard, and I'm afraid I won't be able to resist just being interesting."

"Then what does it depend on?" Cook Sun said a little more deeply, and Changxin couldn't understand, "Master, tell me what to rely on, Changxin will definitely find a way to find it!"

"That depends on why you came to learn..." Cook Sun added another piece of firewood to the stove hole.

Why learn to cook?Su Hongcang stood outside the door and heard Chef Sun's question, unable to move for a while.

She came to learn how to cook at that time, and Chef Sun also asked why she came here.

The answer she gave was that she came for Master, and she wanted to have good cooking skills so that she could wash hands and make soup for Master.

Although this answer moved Chef Sun, it didn't make her get what she wanted.

Doing meals depends on talent.It's not enough to just have the heart.

When she found that it was difficult for her to cook well, Su Hongzhang thought it through. She has a specialty in cooking, so she is not suitable for cooking.

In addition, Master may not care about the meals she cooks.

Thinking that Chang Xin was facing the same test as herself in the house, Su Hongcang smiled and waved, asking Lu Fei to stop at the door with her.

Seeing Su Hongtang waving at her, Lu Fei walked up to Su Hongtang and stood sideways.

Standing upright, Lu Fei took a few peeks at Su Hongtang's profile, her heart beating wildly.

She suddenly wanted to speak to the woman in red beside her, and said, "Master, Lu Fei can cook meals."

But she dared not.

The master has no shortage of cooks.

Su Hongtang and Lu Fei stood at the door with their own concerns, letting the snow in the yard slowly turn into water and seep into the soil.But Changxin and Chef Sun in the room were very speculative about why they wanted to learn how to be a cook.

"Changxin just wants to make a bowl of porridge for mother to eat." Changxin nervously tugged at Chef Sun's sleeve, afraid that this reason would not suit Chef Sun's wishes.

Chef Sun heard "I just want to make a bowl of porridge for my mother to eat" from the side, and the circles of his eyes suddenly turned red, "Really? Hahahaha! The little girl's movie is good! When I learned to be a cook, I wanted to honor my mother. .”

"But isn't that good?" Seeing that Chef Sun's expression was wrong, Chang Xin moved a little closer to Chef Sun.

What's wrong with wanting to be filial to your mother?Chef Sun smiled and stretched out his hand to pat Chang Xin on the shoulder, "Very proud!"

"Then why are Master's eye circles red?" Chang Xin saw Chef Sun smiling, and couldn't understand why his eyes were red.

"Master is happy... happy..." Chef Sun raised his sleeve and wiped his eyes. His mother had passed away for more than ten years, and she didn't eat the food he cooked before she died.

"Oh!" Seeing that Chef Sun was wiping tears, Changxin agreed in a low voice, and then obediently accompanied Chef Sun to sit in front of the stove, watching the fire in the stove grow bigger and bigger slowly. Small.