Chapter 1750 The Boss Is Doing Something Again (61)

"Master, is this...?"

Su Chengde also received news from an inner disciple, saying that Bailijing had come to the big kitchen, so he hurried there.

I just didn't expect to see him murdering two teenage disciples as soon as he arrived.

Zhong Lihan was very angry when he saw only half of the sweet and sour pork ribs left on the plate:

"I just asked them to try the dishes, but when they saw it was delicious, they ate all the dishes I made."

What?

Have you eaten all the dishes cooked by your uncle?

No wonder he was angry.

Su Chengde looked at the two younger disciples very sternly: "What's the matter with you? Do you still want to cultivate the Dao? You are so gluttonous with five grains and common things!"

"Sect Master, we were wrong."

The two halves only felt that they were about to die unjustly.

They all eat bigu pills on weekdays, how can they eat these things?

After eating these vulgar things, they still have to find a way to remove impurities from their bodies, how could they do such self-inflicted things for greed?

Seeing that the two little disciples were quite frightened, Su Chengde didn't pursue it any further.

"Uncle, do you think it's better for me to have someone redo some delicate dishes for you?"

"That won't work, I have to do it myself."

Zhong Lihan's self-confidence returned.

He believes that if he can do it the first time, he will definitely do it the second time.

"..."

When did Shishu become so keen on cooking?

You have to do it yourself.

Anyway, only half of the ribs are left, Zhong Lihan suggested: "You give me a taste, I don't think they are very reliable."

"Uncle, why don't you try it yourself?" Su Chengde was puzzled.

Try it, you can know it by yourself, after all, no one knows what his taste is like.

Zhong Lihan's face darkened: "If you want to try it, you can taste it, where does all this nonsense come from?"

If he could still taste it himself, would he need to find them?

Because I tried it too many times before, my mouth is now bitter and dry, and some small bubbles have grown.

A trace of doubt flashed in Su Chengde's eyes.

When did Uncle Master become so domineering?

However, he still picked up the chopsticks, took a piece of spareribs and stuffed it into his mouth.

When entering his mouth, he paused for a moment, then quickly swallowed the meat into his belly.

"How is it?" Zhong Lihan stared at him with some anticipation.

Su Chengde hesitated for a moment: "It's okay."

"What do you mean by okay?"

Zhong Lihan did not accept this perfunctory answer.

Su Chengde thought for a while, "If you can put a little less sugar and a little less salt, it should taste better."

Zhong Lihan: "..."

After a while, he said angrily, "I knew they were unreliable!"

Handing the braised pork to him: "You try this."

Su Chengde had tasted the first dish, but he no longer had any hope for the second dish, so he took the smallest piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

Chewed randomly, swallowed directly into the stomach.

"Cough, this, if you can put a little less sugar, pass the water once before frying, and simmer for a quarter of an hour, the taste should be better."

"Well, you are still reliable!"

Zhong Lihan received a pertinent and accurate opinion, and he was full of confidence for the next sixth round.

"I just said there's nothing special about cooking."

While muttering in a low voice, Zhong Lihan started the sixth time confidently.

Soon, two dishes and one soup came out fresh.

"Would you like to eat something together?"

He put the rice and vegetables into the space ring, washed his hands, and kindly invited Su Chengde who had been silent beside him.