Transmigration In The Book: I Rely On Raising Cubs To Upgrade My System - Chapter 142

The tall and tall temporary worker waited for a while, and then walked up to Song Yiran obviously stiff.

“The fish needs to have all tails, just spread it out on the plate, drizzle with sauce, and pour a layer of hot oil in the next pan.”

Song Yiran spoke and showed him.

This is her usual home cooking.

Ye Susuchao liked the taste, and today she helped her daughter share a recipe.

“Try it so that the fish will not dry out and the heat will be preserved.”

She taught and explained the principles to others.

The temporary worker’s black eyes flashed, “Okay, leave it to me, you rest.”

Song Yiran looked at his face wearing a mask, “Yeah.”

His only exposed forehead was a little sweaty and it was obviously hot.

Song Yiran looked at her daughter who was still bowing her head and posing for sashimi, then turned her gaze back and went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of mineral water.

She poured the cup and put it on the counter.

“After the fish is brought out, I will rest for a while.”

“Drink some water, add some moisture.”

Hearing this, the large spoon in the hand of the “temporary worker” was tilted, and the sauce in it spilled out.

And Ye Susu turned his head and looked at Ms. Song and the only mineral water bottle.

“Mom, who is this for me?”

Song Yiran gave her an angry look, “I brought you a thermos, you drink hot water. Girls can’t eat ice.”

Ye Susu turned her little face away again.

But I cut a salmon fillet again, and I felt something was wrong.

Turning her head again, she saw Ms. Song standing behind Gao Dazhuang, drinking with a cup of wolfberry, and looking at Gao Dazhuang’s back while drinking.

Ye Susu has now learned a little bit to watch and watch.

Looking at it, she felt that Ms. Song’s face was a little satisfied?

“hiss……”

Is she wrong?

Ms. Song is tall and strong, satisfied with him?

Ye Susu didn’t dare to look more, turned around and cut the sashimi.

[Ms. Song’s favorability for Dad Zai Zai has risen. 】

[Currently: 85%. 】

“what?”

Ye Susu stared, almost unable to hold the sashimi knife firmly.

“Susu, you cut a fish, babble, babble, what do you do?”

Ms. Song didn’t know when she had already stood behind Ye Susu.

Ye Susu’s neck was numb.

“I just… my throat is uncomfortable.”

Khan, has Ms. Song discovered the tall and strong identity?

It shouldn’t.

She looked aside carefully.

Catnip is here to help. I heard that she is going to entertain nearly 40 guests.

He said that he and his assistant can help. Although cooking may not be to the taste of the guests, washing vegetables, cutting meat, serving dishes and washing dishes can be competent.

Ye Susu felt that it was feasible. At least two men had physical strength, so he let them into the store fully armed.

He was wrapped up from head to toe, only showing his forehead, and even his eyes were half blocked by black-rimmed glasses.

Ms. Song has only seen catnip once, is this recognizable?

Ye Susu shook his head.

Must not.

She can only recognize it by smell, by touching the back.

Thinking about it, she felt that this system was very powerful today, and she could add a chicken leg.

Ms. Song did not recognize the person, but she had a favorable opinion of the temporary worker, and the system also calculated the favorable opinion value.

commendable!

Ye Susu looked at the favorability progress bar, only a short margin, and suddenly became happy.

Song Yiran came over and looked at it twice, “I will take two sashimi out first.”

“Okay, Mom, you can rest later and sit on a small stool for a while.”

Song Yiran nodded, wiped his hands neatly, and walked out with the dish.

Ye Susu glanced secretly, couldn’t help holding a sashimi knife, and nudged him towards the tall man next to him.

“Hey, try harder to take down Ms. Song completely.”

The ‘temporary worker’ who was holding the dinner plate finally dared to move his deep gaze to Ye Susu’s little face.

Ms. Song was here, and he had never looked at Ye Susu.

“it is good.”

Li Jun uttered a word calmly.

His eyes softened, and he moved his gaze to put his little hand on the edge of the chopping board, only revealing a pair of grape black eyes towards the little guy who was secretly looking at him, and the handsome face under the mask was stretched out.

The little guy wanted to get close to him, but he didn’t dare to get close. It seemed that he was afraid of being discovered by Song Yiran, so he didn’t dare to come.

Li Jun had something to say.

But seeing the fearful appearance of the mother and son, he thought about it, and swallowed it back.

“what happened?”

“It’s okay.”

Li Jun wanted to touch her forehead, as well as the child’s hairy head.

But hold back, don’t know when Ms. Song will come back.

Although he watched, Ms. Song seemed to already know who he was, but tacitly pretended not to see it.

But this news is probably a horror story for both mother and son.

In the end, he didn’t say anything, but quickly filled the stewed fish and carried it out.

It just so happened that he passed Song Yiran, she glanced at the plate, and then nodded at him.

“Thank you.”

Li Jun looked straight, “…not hard.”

With a smile on Song Yiran’s face, she lifted her foot into the kitchen.

And the four big tables in the restaurant outside, everyone was very happy.

Ms. Song only made two special dishes, and the rest were exchanged by Ye Susu according to the recipe.

Many chefs now make cooking videos to teach online audiences how to cook.

Ye Susu has also seen a few.

With the blessing of raising cubs, she makes certain dishes with a little taste of time-honored brands.

The only difference is the bottom taste of the old soup and the shortcomings of not being able to buy special ingredients.

However, most of the guests at Miaomiao Restaurant today have nothing to do with gourmets, but only working white-collar workers.

Therefore, Ye Susu’s cooking level, when they eat, is already considered a delicious version without overturning.

Besides, many of them had their feelings in the Miaomiao restaurant, and today they ate with feelings.

There are some old recipes that make them remember as they eat, and they cherish every bite with the idea of ​​coming back again.

The new recipes made them feel fresh, and once again felt that the proprietress was powerful and widely involved.

“My mochi, this little mushroom cream soup, I can really drink three bowls per person. These empty seats at the same table, I want to know, are they coming? Mind if I help them solve the pressure of food hoarding? ”

This buddy sounds bold and unrestrained.

“It’s a mellow taste. The mushrooms complement the heavy cream, and it’s not overwhelming. The slightly salty taste relieves the greasy feeling of the heavy heat, and it happens to blend perfectly with the meringue egg.”

This is a Chinese teacher.

“I’ve eaten all the ribs, what are you still crooking? Hurry up and move the chopsticks, will you see that there is still left on the table later?”

This is the physical education teacher who comes with it.

Today’s food is absolutely full.

But is everyone trying to get enough?

It’s not.

It was for this meal and not for the next meal.

Thinking of the old Terrier, who originally closed the restaurant at 12:30, everyone’s eating action is at least 1.5 times as usual.

Many of the families who brought their families were a little shocked.

“Husband, if you eat, snoring and snoring are unpleasant. Slow down, is anyone robbing you?”

“Baba, why did you drink my soup too?”

Many family conflicts arise in one second.

Mrs. Zhang glanced around, as if she understood her son’s script a bit.

For example, the group of three at the table is said to be programmers, and it is also called a cruel one to eat.

“Li Duo, do it, don’t talk nonsense, just get bored.”

Regardless of whether it is the old hen soup or the mushroom soup, they are all served in small bowls, which are full to the rim of the bowl, shaking and almost spilling out.

But they couldn’t stop taking a sip, and took another sip.

“Come on, Chen Xiaofei, there are new dishes behind.”

Li Duo stuffed a piece of fine fish that was rolled in oil into his mouth. He picked a piece on the belly of the fish. The fish was torn off, and the big bones were separated by rows, and the white fish was covered with a small layer. The translucent fish fat is wrapped in semi-crispy fish skin.

Roll the sauce again, put the fish in your mouth, and spit out four or five bones on the spot.

Mixed with the sweet taste of the fish, you can take a big mouthful of rice and swallow it.

Then picked up the soup bowl in front of him, touched Chen Xiaofei next to him, and took a sip of the hot soup.

In the interdental lips, the remaining tastes are multiple ups and downs, endless and continuous.

It’s like a mountain and a mountain high, and there are endless scenery along the way.

Shuangwaiwai.

Li Duo went to stretch out his chopsticks again.

The advantage of a Chinese dining table is that there are many people and many dishes.

More than ten kinds of dishes can be eaten in one meal. There are different tastes, different customs, different tastes, all the ingredients from above and below.

The fool dries the soup in one go!

Of course you have to keep your stomach and eat something else.

He glanced at Chen Xiaofei contemptuously, then turned his ribs into his mouth, and continued to skillfully clamp his chopsticks, clasp his teeth, and spit out a hard bone.

The small plates in front of him are all high.

The bachelor is not a fearless image, it just depends on the presence of beautiful women.

Today, the only lovely proprietress is no longer single, and all the babies she raises can get soy sauce.

What image do they take into consideration?

Turn grief into power to eat!

The trio was on the spot, looking from a distance, they didn’t look like weak white-collar workers squatting on their desks.

Mrs. Zhang, who was at the same table, was amazed.

Seeing these young people eating is really more interesting than eating with Xu Yuan and others.

Seeing them eat deliciously, their stomachs are like black holes, she also feels appetite.

Mrs. Zhang was wondering which plate she would put his chopsticks on, which is more in line with today’s calorie and nutrition intake, but a soft little milk sounded in her ear.

“Scallions mixed with tofu, come to mess with~”

The rising little tail sound, the cute milk bubble voice.

Mrs. Zhang suddenly uttered in her heart, and the chopsticks stopped.

And her body movement is already one step faster.

Secondly, he turned his head and looked to his side.

I saw the little white boy with a little hairy head above the dining table, holding a plate seriously with two small hands, and trying to tiptoe to put it on the table.

On the big round table is a glass turntable, at least twenty or thirty centimeters from the outermost edge of the dining table.

The little guy stretched his little arm, but he couldn’t reach it.

He was struggling to stick his small neck out of the down jacket, as if it would help.

When Mrs. Zhang saw it, she was amused by the child, but her grin was a little sore and painful.

Be sour, because this is someone else’s child.

It hurts, because this young age is still helping Mommy do things.

But Mrs. Zhang’s heart jumped a little faster.

Because the soreness was over, she took a closer look and found that the child was too close to her!

Close enough to see the delicate pores on the little guy’s face, so close that she can hold the little guy into her arms by reaching out!

Mrs. Zhang, who was sitting at the serving position, suddenly couldn’t close her mouth.

Her heart was steaming, even more bubbling than she had just drank the hot mushroom soup.

“Little cub.”

Her voice was humped and frustrated, and the pinch was extremely soft, bringing out the feeling that the music department had practiced singing and singing in a minor tune.

“Grandma help you put it out~”