Star Chef, She Can Be Salty Or Sweet

Then, more and more people say that I have a better voice than me, and in short, "···"

OK, got it.

Imperials pursue a difference.

Seeing the densely packed people at the window, she asked with a smile, "Did you all have lunch?"

"No, when we arrived, Old Tang and the others started to clean up the pots and pans."

Tang Zhen said, "There is no way, there are too many people, and we really can't prepare a meal that can supply everyone."

As he said that, he began to talk clichéd again, "If you are asked to transfer to other jobs, you won't do it. It's okay if a few people come to help us."

"We helped." Before Qin Fen and the others could speak, the others raised their hands weakly and whispered.

It's okay not to say this, but once Tang Zhen said it, he became a fat man with a background wall of flames, and he just spat mercilessly at the big guys.

"Hehe, still helping? Can I have some face? I'm just asking if you can have some face? Let you wash the vegetables, all the leaves and stems of the vegetables will be picked into the trash can, leaving a little core.

Let the bowls be put into the disinfection and cleaning cabinet, good guy, you smash them one by one.

Wash the rice, just wash the rice until it becomes a paste..."

Balabala sprayed a bunch of them, making the majority of them look like pissed off daughters-in-law, standing by the wall aggrievedly trying to defend themselves but didn't know how to do so.

"I can see it. You can do nothing but kill insects. You are the first to eat."

this word...

Can't pick up.

Too sharp.

Then again, they are members of the expeditionary force, so killing insects is their responsibility?

It's really not a big deal if you don't know how to wash and pick vegetables.

However, no one dared to say this. The few people in the kitchen were the boss who filled their stomachs. They offended the boss, and they would have no food in the future.

If you can bear it for a while, you have food to eat, but if you can't bear it, you have to drink nutrient solution.

So, put up with it.

The topic has to be changed too.

As Jian Yan poured the fried spicy and sour soup base into the cauldron, Qin Fen said again, "Chef Jian, what are you cooking? It smells so good."

"Want to eat!"

"Chef Jane, I can't control my saliva, can you give us some? Not too much, just a little for each person." The speaking soldier gestured with his hands, indicating that they really don't want more.

The bright eyes are full of longing.

Jian Yan looked at the three cauldrons filled with hot pot soup base, then at the remaining broth, and finally fixed his gaze on the pair of longing and salivating eyes outside the glass window.

After a long silence, he said helplessly, "You can eat if you want, but you have to help prepare the ingredients."

It is not troublesome to fry the bottom of the hot pot, but it is extremely troublesome to put the hot dishes in the pot. The ingredients they prepared are only enough for them.

I really can't supply the group of people outside.

If you want to eat, you can only let them get the ingredients now.

"Okay, we can. Chef Jane, you can tell me what ingredients you need, and we will do it." After hearing her words, Qin Fen and the others got excited, and quickly answered.

Jian Yan had to continue cooking the soup, so she handed over to Tang Zhen and the others the task of instructing Qin Fen and the others to prepare the ingredients.

"Uncle Tang Shuluo, take them to get the ingredients we prepared at noon."

"okay!"

Responding readily, they all took off their white chef uniforms and hats and walked towards the door. When they reached the door, Murong Qiang, who was at the end of the team, suddenly turned around and asked, "Little Jane, how many ingredients do you need?"