MTL - Here Comes The Lady Chef-Chapter 105 1 down

The preparations for the three days passed quickly. Seeing that tomorrow is the day of the competition selection, the atmosphere of the drunk fairy building after the end of work seemed particularly tense.

Master Qiao took Qiao Zizhang to Zuixianlou so late that it was so late that he wanted to give everyone a good morale. Secondly, he wanted to see how well the guys prepared. Three times. Naturally, I wanted to see what they had. People reported their names.

However, the closer the competition was, the more some people flinched. The chefs who were thinking of participating in the competition, the elementary school students who had a high momentum before, still persisted, and there was only Fang Dashi alone.

Listening to the instructions, Rizui Xianlou will start the selection of chefs. Red Sleeve naturally felt fresh. After begging for a long time, Li Treasurer promised to take her to Zuixianlou to watch the fun.

Just after dinner, Red Sleeve ran to the back kitchen and said that he had come to see if there was anything else he could help, but the shopkeeper greeted her but agreed.

"Good Master Qiao, good Master Zhang!" All the people from Drunk Xianlou said hello, and the red sleeves were hidden among the people. Qiao Zizhang passed the crowd with his father's eyes, then fell softly on the body of Red Sleeve, and couldn't help but glance.

"Li Treasurer, are you ready for tomorrow?" Master Qiao asked.

"Back home, I've settled it. This is the list of participants." Li Treasurer said, passing the list and asked Master Qiao to look at it.

"Well, yes, all the chefs are among the chefs. This apprentice is also quite accomplished, haha, it seems that the selection tomorrow will be very promising!" Master Qiao rejoiced.

Qiao Zizhang got together, quickly glanced over the list of people, and frowned, "Girl Wen, why don't you participate?"

In fact, before that, Wen Shouzheng, Fang Dashi, and others had asked, why wouldn't gentleness show up? Just thinking. With this selection, his father, Wen Shouzheng, must take the lead, then another one. It's not Brother Shi, it's one of the three chefs Tang, Zheng and Zhang. Thinking if his father Wen Shou was chosen. As an apprentice, he must go to the provincial capital with his father. In this way, whether to participate or not seems to be less important. It is better to leave some opportunities for others. Even if Wen Shouzheng went to the provincial capital, it is better to be familiar. helper!

"Thank you, Master Zizhang, for showing your love. But Rouer knows that cooking is still in the past, and that Kung Fu is not as good as the chefs and brothers, so let's watch it! Let's cheer for everyone!" Gentle was very modest at the moment.

"Well, Rou is right. Since the conditions of this competition are broad, Qiao still hopes that more people can participate in the back cooking. Even if it is a test, it will be very beneficial to increase some knowledge and experience. But .If you have the intention to watch the war, it is not necessary, after all, there are gains from watching the war, all are voluntary, ha ha. "Master Qiao laughed kindly.

"Sister Rouer. I'll watch the battle with you tomorrow!" Red sleeves squeezed over and took a gentle hand.

The two girls smiled at each other and agreed.

"So, everyone will go back to rest early tonight! When tomorrow will be drunk, the drunk Xianlou will start the race!" Master Qiao finished the tour with satisfaction and carefully explained, and then took Qiao Zizhang to leave.

Red Sleeve's eyes were lingering. Although he was reluctant to care, there were many people, but he did not dare to go forward and talk to Master Zi Zhang.

"Miss Red Sleeve, Girl Wen, I'll go back first, and see you tomorrow!" Qiao Zizhang probably saw Red Sleeve's thoughts, came over generously, and simply said goodbye, it was also to appease the girl's heart.

"Rouer, help me organize my tools!" Wen Shouzheng called.

"Master, I have also prepared to learn from all the masters tomorrow!" Fang Daishi said goodbye to Wen Shouzheng. After all, an apprentice competed among the chefs. From the outsider's point of view, it was really uncomfortable. Within my ability.

"Brother Stone! Come on! Don't forget that you are my father's big disciple!" Gently looked at Fang Dashi and encouraged.

Fang Dashi looked at those eyes, hurriedly dodging his eyes, the clever young masters showed outstanding cooking talents everywhere. Fang Dashi knows that this time he gave up the competition to give others a chance, so this time, he must live up to expectations and go all out!

The crowds went away one by one, and the chefs who will participate in the competition tomorrow, with their excitement and anxiety, silently prepared the tools for the competition.

Suddenly, "Ah!"

Penetrating the quiet kitchen.

"what happened?"

"What happened?"

"It seems to be Shouzheng's kitchenette!"

"Let's go and see!"

The crowd followed the call and hurried to Wen Shouzheng's small kitchen.

I saw Fang Dashi sitting on the ground, clutching his right hand in pain.

"Yeah! What happened to the stone?"

"Have you cut your hands?"

For a while, Wen Shouzheng's kitchen was messed up.

"Stone, show me!" Wen Shouzheng turned away from the crowd and squeezed in front of Fang Dashi, saying solemnly that there seemed to be an irresistible force in his words.

"Master ... my hand ..." Fang Dashi moved his left hand with a difficult look.

God! I saw Fang Dashi's left hand loosened, and the right hand's wrist was obviously distorted. It seemed that the carpal bone was sticking to the flesh, and the situation was abnormal.

"Ah!" Softly yelled.

"Stone, slowly move, try to see if your right hand can move?" Wen Shouzheng was squatting, and gently raised Fang Dashi's deformed right wrist.

Who knows, before he moved, Fang Dashi twitched, and the sweat of his forehead immediately came down.

"It hurts, it hurts! Master, it hurts!"

"Yeah! I'm afraid of hurting your bones, please go to Langzhong!" Wen Shouzheng frowned, full of distress.

Several elementary students ran out together.

Li Treasurer heard the words and rushed over, with red sleeves. "Slow down, move the stones into my inner room."

"Everyone be careful, this place is ... slippery ..." Fang Dashi pained.

"Slip?" Gentle felt the difference.

Although the back kitchen is full of greasy smoke stains, the habits that everyone has developed for many years must be cleaned daily, especially the floor and stove. It is clean and there is no oil to slip on!

"Brother Stone, please speak slowly, what happened just now?" Seeing Lang Zhong had not yet arrived, gently helped Fang Dashi wipe the sweat on his forehead.

"I finished packing and was about to turn around and leave. I don't know what happened. When I walked here, I felt like I was stepping on the oil and my feet were unstable. The whole person fell down, and then I wanted to support it with my hands. Who The ground was really slippery, and the palms of the hands didn't even listen to the call, it was folded like this ... "Fang Dashi looked down, looking at his deformed right wrist pitifully.

"Oil?" Wen Shouzheng also felt strange. His kitchen was the cleanest. Both apprentices would clean it on weekdays. Why would there be oil on the floor?

"Don't worry about it so much. Chef Wen, carry the stone to me first, and I'll talk about it later! Everyone will go back soon! There will be a competition tomorrow, and chef Wen and I are here. Rest assured Li Treasurer greeted everyone, carefully carried Fang Dashi away, and dispelled everyone.

Not long after, Lang Zhong arrived hurriedly, after a while of busyness. Shaking his head and sighing, "Alas! Fortunately, no bones were injured, but the sprain was bad. It seems the little brother's wrist. I'm afraid it will take some days ..."

"Doctor, my hand, I still have to cook tomorrow!" Fang Dashi struggled to get up from the bed.

"Cooking ?!" Lang Zhong sighed again. "Brother's hand, do n’t say it ’s cooking, it ’s not enough to take tableware! Remember to keep quiet for seven days, do n’t disturb, let alone force! I give You make a prescription, and then apply plaster, and you will be cured for half a month. If you do n’t follow it, you're afraid of the injury and the injury, this hand is considered a waste! "

Lang Zhong had a serious tone. Then he prescribed the prescription, carefully applied the plaster, wrapped Fang Dashi's hand like a mule, tied a sling around his neck, and gave a detailed account before leaving.

"How can this happen! I want to participate!" Fang Dashi scratched his head in pain with one hand.

"Stone, don't be like this, there will always be opportunities. You have followed me for many years. Everyone's improvement in craftsmanship is obvious to all. Take care of your wounds. The next opportunity is in your hands!" Wen Shouzheng comforted Fang Dashi patiently.

At this moment, gently and quietly came from the shopkeeper's inner room to the kitchenette.

Everything was not so clear in the small kitchen under the dim kerosene lamp.

The ground has been mottled because of years of use. If you don't look closely, you really can't tell, where is the oil stain that Fang Dashi said!

Gently squatted down and looked carefully where Fang Dashi slipped.

If you see a gray mark, paste on the ground, and mixed with the mottled ground.

"What is this?" Gently and curiously tried it with his hands.

"It's slippery! It's really greasy!" Gently rubbed the fingers gently and softly on the ground. The feeling of slippery came over. It's all the same if you step on it, and then the center of gravity is unstable. I hit the cooktop next to me ...

Gently raised, looked at the knives placed on the stove ... can not help but feel a little ominous in his heart. Fortunately, Shitou sat down with a **** and hurt his hand. If he or his father stepped on it, the knives would hit it again. ... the consequences are simply unthinkable ...

Thinking of this, gentle back felt a cold back.

There are only three of us in the kitchenette, and the game will start tomorrow, but this oil stain has appeared today, and it is clear that it was pointed out. Who will do it?

Gentle and meditation, Fan Jian? Yin family? Impossible, none of them ever appeared!

With the diarrhea incidents of the previous days, this one after another is a bit too strange.

"Rouer, can you find it?" Wen Shouzheng did not know when he was standing behind Tender.

"Daddy ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ You see, the oil stain here ..." Gentle pointed at the ground.

"This ground has been in use for some years, and the stains are not clear, and the oil stains are not obvious. Maybe we are negligent. We have been busy preparing for these days, and we haven't checked them carefully. Pay more attention in the future!" Shouzheng sighed.

"Dad, my daughter feels that everything in recent days seems to be related. It seems that the spearhead is directed at us. You must be careful about tomorrow's game!" Gentle and uneasy, still exhorted.

"Rouer, rest assured, I have carefully checked the cutters for tomorrow ’s match, and there is no problem. Besides, the venue, title, and ingredients of the day's match are undecided. Presumably, some people are deliberately damaging. So many people are staring at the scene, and it is too late!" Wen Shouzheng patted his gentle shoulder, which comforted his daughter.

"Daddy, be careful!"

The figure of the father and daughter gradually disappeared into the night.

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