1578 Chapter 11
Listening to Xiaofeng's words and seeing the longing expression on his face, Mr. Le smiled and asked, "What about Xiaofeng? What kind of life do you want to live?"
"Me, I want to open a small shop and sell some food. I know all the cooking skills that the young master taught me. If I open a shop, the business will be very good." Xiaofeng said confidently.
"Okay, okay, Xiaofeng will definitely live the life he wants to live." Mr. Le said softly.
"It's the life we all want to live." Xiaofeng said persistently, emphasizing our words.
"Yes, yes." Mr. Le nodded and smiled. Although he agreed on the surface, he secretly thought in his heart that he would definitely let Xiaofeng leave here and let him live the life he wanted.
The kitchen is clean and tidy, and everything in it is everything. Tianyuan has two cooks, and they are preparing dinner for Mr. Le and the others. Seeing Mr. Le coming, the two put down the things in their hands and asked Mr. Le what he wanted to order.
"No, you guys are busy with your work. I'll take a look first. I'll prepare some things for the distinguished guests tomorrow." Mr. Le waved his hand to signal the two to continue working.
The two cooks responded, turned around and continued to work.
Mr. Le looked at this and touched that in the kitchen, with joy in his eyes. Xiaofeng followed behind and watched this scene, feeling a little sour in his heart. In the eyes of the world, Mr. Le is proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, especially good at playing the piano. But who knew that Mr. Le's favorite wasn't these things, the young master's favorite was cooking. The young master's appetite is not strong, but he likes to cook delicious food, and he likes to delve into the dishes. I prefer the sense of accomplishment that others will affirm him after eating his food.
It's just that the Changqing Building does not allow the young master to be contaminated with fireworks, let alone allow the young master's hands to become rough. And the matter of cooking, compared with the wind, flowers, snow and moon, is simply irrelevant, no, it is even the difference between cloud and mud. If you know Mr. Le cooks these things, guests will feel that Mr. Le has no style and will not like it, so Mr. Le rarely has the opportunity to cook by himself.
But now, that honored guest ordered Mr. Le to make hot pot for him to eat. Perhaps in the eyes of others, that honored guest seemed to be insulting Young Master Le, but Xiao Feng knew that his Young Master was happy for it.
Mr. Le has been busy in the kitchen for a while, tidying up all the kitchen utensils that will be used tomorrow, and then he and Xiaofeng left the kitchen full of satisfaction.
"I don't know if that distinguished guest likes brown sugar glutinous rice hollow balls. I will get up early tomorrow to make some. There is also white flour cake with a little jam in the middle..." Mr. Le said as he walked.
"Is that the jam that you made yourself? Is it made with sucrose and fruit?" Xiaofeng's eyes lit up when he heard it. He likes sweets, and the son secretly made jam once, and he still can't forget the taste of it. Jam can be soaked in water to drink directly, or sandwiched in steamed buns to eat.
"Yeah, I don't know if that guest likes it or not." Mr. Le muttered.
"I definitely like it, I definitely like it." Xiaofeng Xiaoji nodded like pecking at rice, "That distinguished guest seems to like food very much. My son is doing this now. The stewards can't stop them this time, can they?"
"I think you like it better." Mr. Le looked at Xiaofeng with bright eyes, and said with a grin.
"Everyone likes the delicious things you cook, who doesn't?" Xiaofeng said with a chuckle.