Here Comes The Lady Chef

"Hum, you still remember!" The ugly man made a hoarse voice in his throat, as if that voice had been burned by fire.

"Is he ?!" At the same time, Cai Mi, who had always been hidden in the crowd, was shocked to see this man with a pale face.

Twenty years ago, that suffocating night clearly reappeared.

Palace, imperial dining room.

A young and smart little chef is practising cutting and carving in front of the stove.

"Well, no matter how well the vegetables are cut, they must be cooked in the wok; the flowers are beautifully carved, but they are accessories on the plate!" A voice came coldly from behind.

"Brother, it's so late, haven't you slept yet?" The young little cook smiled cleanly.

"You choppy and choppy sound, really noisy, what more sleep to talk about!" That voice is near, a slightly older cook, exquisite features, clean face, and is not particularly proportional to his indifferent tone!

"Brother, it's noisy for you, I'll just tap it." The little cook smiled embarrassed, and the voice in his hand was almost silent.

But the blade was still insane, the knife was aggressive, and the knife rose.

The older cook was just standing there, twitching the corners of his mouth slightly, and looking slightly different.

"Practice these useless things? I'll teach you to cook!" Say, the older chef just pulled the little chef by hand, dragged it directly to the fire, ignited, set the pan, and poured oil!

Everything is flowing without any clue.

"Pour it! Fry me and see!" When the oil in the pan is hot, the older chef pulls the little chef and asks him to pour the freshly cut vegetables into the pan.

"It's ..." The chef looked sluggish.

"What nonsense! If you fall, you fall!" A pair of big hands tightly grasped a pair of small hands.

"Wow!" Pour the dishes into the pan.

The big hand quickly released the small hand.

"Oops!" The little chef screamed, her hands retracted suddenly.

Because when I just practiced cutting vegetables, all the dishes were soaked in water, so I did n’t want to delay cooking. It is because the little cook knows that the dishes are not controlled by water, and they will splash in case of oil.

But even knowing that this is the case, the brother personally taught the good intentions of cooking. The little chef was still unable to refuse. If it hadn't been for the hot oil splashing into his hand just now, he wouldn't dodge if he wanted to.

"What's it called! Isn't it hot? Someone who is a cook isn't hot! Wait, I'll get water!" The older cook yelled and turned to get the so-called "water".

I'm afraid the little chef will never forget that bottle in his life!

The brown bottle was originally a container for water in the weekdays, so the brother lifted the bottle high, and poured the bottle of "water" on the arm of the little chef with a bleak look.

A sticky feeling awakened the little chef, this is not water!

He struggled freely, but his right hand was tightly clamped by his elder brother, who was older. The strength was so great that the young chef could not break free.

The left arm was covered with a thick liquid, and the brother smiled with a grimace, and dragged himself step by step to the pot that was standing on the stove.

The little cook was terrified of what was going to happen. He seems to have been able to predict.

"Brother, don't, I beg you, don't!" The little chef begged weakly.

However, the brother just smiled wryly and said nothing.

The little cook closed her eyes with tears in her eyes. Dare not to look directly at what is going to happen.

"Ah!" There was a burning pain in the heart.

The little chef opened his eyes subconsciously. When he looked again, he saw that his left arm was full of fire!

By this time, the brother had disappeared.

pain! Heartache!

The little chef went crazy looking for water that could extinguish the fire.

Helplessly comes to an end, but it is an unbreakable knot!

The bottle poured by the brother was not water at all. That's oil!

And he used water to extinguish the fire, but in the end it fueled the spread of oil.

pain! It hurts!

The little chef watched his arm catch fire, but he couldn't do anything!

The raging fire spread on his arm, and the little chef's heart fell with his body.

The cook has no hands and can't do anything ...

Even the left hand. It is also vital and indispensable!

The little chef fell down ...

Suddenly, a nimble shadow rushed out from behind the jar in the royal dining room.

The black shadow took off his blouse and suddenly wrapped it in the arm of the little chef.

The raging fire was gradually extinguished, and the little chef's eyes slowly opened.

"Child, this is not the place for you, you should run away." The dark shadow raised the little chef and whispered.

"Why ... why?" The little chef was angry.

"Because you are too good. Let's go outside the palace, just be happy." Hei Ying said, put down the little chef and turned away.

However, the little cook was in the midst of ambiguity, clearly remembering the appearance of that shadow.

On the second day, it was circulated in the palace that there was a young chef named Yang Gu in the imperial dining room. His hands were burned by the fire due to improper operation. Because of the ugly scars, he should not stay in the palace, so he was kicked out!

On that day, the little chef was full of tears and a thin figure. He carried a thin bag on one shoulder, which was just a change of clothes, and a little thin silver that night.

In the morning with Xiao Suo Qiuyu, a young chef with a broken arm was standing alone in front of the palace door.

He turned back and he stayed.

This place that once had his dream was burned to ashes by a fire just overnight.

Now, leaving only one of his own residual hand, and the heart that has long been ruthlessly burnt.

I am harmless, but why do people harm me? !!

In the cold autumn rain, an umbrella stretched out.

"Here, take a quick roll!" The officer and soldier at the gate took the umbrella and shoved it into the hands of the little chef.

"Is this ... for me ?!" A little flicker of doubt flashed in the little chef's eyes.

"Look what, someone gave an umbrella, don't get out of here!" The officer's voice became impatient again.

The little cook raised his eyes, and followed the eyes of the officers and soldiers in response.

Far away, it was the shadow, waving his hand gently.

A kind of shallow warmth, at this moment in the autumn wind and rain, slowly spread on the heart of the little chef.

After the exuberant displacement. Just because the little chef had an injury to her left hand, she couldn't find the right thing to do.

Bo Yin soon ran out, and the once young and smart little cook was reduced to a dirty beggar. He even scrambled with stray dogs for a bite to eat.

"Master, look at that person!" The young Wen Shou was putting down the kitchen knife in his hand and reaching out to the dirty little cook outside the window.

"Poor man, Wen Shouzheng, give this to him." Wen Shouzheng was ordered by the master, took a white-faced hoe, and hurried toward the little chef.

"Here, let's eat!" The young Wen Shouzheng passed the **** in his hand to the little chef who could not see what he looked like.

"Thank you." When the little chef reached out to take over the bun, Wen Shouzheng started to scream!

"Ah! Your hand! It's ugly!" Screamed with Wen Shouzheng. That white **** rolled to the ground.

The clean **** was stained with ashes and lay quietly on the ground.

The little cook looked at the hoe, and the tears in his eyes turned into a kind of hatred.

As if the **** lying on the floor was himself, he was once handsome. Today it is so ugly!

Suddenly the little cook raised his eyes and stared directly at Wen Shouzheng, this man, he was so hypocritical! While giving me a hoe, I also hate me ugly!

"Wen Shouzheng! Come back soon! Your dishes haven't been cut yet!" Master shouted in the room.

"Wen Shouzheng? This man is called Wen Shouzheng!" The little chef secretly remembered in his heart.

Then he entered the kitchen.

"You ..." Master Wen Shouzheng frowned when he saw this.

"You can do it. My name is Yang Gu. I used to learn to cook, because I accidentally burned my hands ... but my skills are still there! Don't believe you try me!" The little chef stepped forward.

"This ... Wen Shouzheng, take him to take a bath before changing clothes." Wen Shouzheng's master slowly said. Neither said to stay, nor said no!

With a cup of tea, a clean young boy came to Master with the young Wen Shou.

The young man was so pretty, the only pity was that his left hand was really shocking!

"Have you learned cooking?" Master Wen Shouzheng asked casually.

"Exactly."

"Where did you learn? Who did you learn from?"

"I ... self-taught ..." The little chef hesitated for a long time. The matter in the palace is still not revealed.

That was his pain, forever!

Even if the wound is well, it will not show people easily, not to mention the scar is still there and it will always be there! Every time you open it up, you will become more resentful!

"Oh, self-study, Ye Luzi! You cut a piece of potato for me to see." Master Wen Shouzheng smiled slightly.

"Hey!" The little chef walked to the cooktop with heavy steps. This was once his favorite place. Picking up the long-lost kitchen knife, the little chef felt that kind of self-confidence and happiness returned.

The wind of the knife whistled, a potato under the hands of the little cook, turned into a bunch of filaments of the same size and thickness!

Seeing Wen Shouzheng yelling! It's amazing!

The little chef thought that this skill could help him rekindle the hope of cooking.

Who knows.

"You go!" Master Wen Shouzheng said coldly.

"Why ?!" the little chef was puzzled.

"People who cook must be eye-catching and beautiful in appearance to make enchanting dishes. If you, no matter how good your skills are, they will still be ugly. If future guests know that all the delicate dishes come from your hands, Afraid of nightmares, there is no appetite at all. "Master was ruthless and got up to rush.

"Please leave me!" The little cook stared blankly.

"Aren't you going away? My master said ~ www.readwn.com ~ Ugly people like you are not worthy of cooking!" The young Wen Shouzheng echoed.

"Wen Shouzheng, how come it's your turn to stab people! Not ready to cut vegetables!" Master cried sharply.

"Wen Shouzheng!" The name was deeply engraved in the heart of the little chef.

Give him hope first, then destroy it mercilessly!

Although it was a gimmick, it was extremely disgusting and disgusting!

Wait! I will definitely come back!

Wen Shouzheng, since you are intact, I'd like to see if you can compare with your ugly person with your perfect face and technique!

The little chef turned his head in anger, remembering the young Wen Shouzheng, and also remembering what he said that day!

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