Xiao Qi was about to award a second-class merit on the spot when a sprightly old man in a Tang suit kicked the "man in black" in the butt.

"What are you doing? Sneaking around like a thief, is this how Mingjue taught you? If you want to peek into your little aunt's kitchen, just openly and honestly!"

Cui Shengguo grabbed the man in black by the ear and scolded him with exasperation.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch! Master, we're out here, please give me some face!"

The man in black took off his glasses as he spoke, and Xiao Qi immediately recognized him:

"Hey? Aren't you that famous internet celebrity with amazing skills?!"

Shh! Keep it low-key, just let everyone know.

Li Ning quickly pressed his hat down to prevent being recognized.

“Grandmaster, I’m so much older than her, it’s really embarrassing for me to call her ‘Little Martial Aunt’. Besides, what kind of thing is it to call me here to be a chopping board for a young girl? I’m not some newbie who just started learning to cook. If word gets out that I’m doing this for someone else, my fellow disciples will laugh at me to death.”

With a loud "smack," Cui Shengguo slapped him hard across the back again, his voice booming:

"Do you know that the expert is the teacher?! So what if he's younger than you? He's younger than you but much more skilled. Look at your knife skills, only laymen online can watch the show. If you ask me, you're doing a favor by making chopping blocks for that girl, Da Mi!"

Li Ning dared not refute, but his gaze remained fixed on the gigantic, delicious radish, and he felt an itch to touch it.

"Master, do you think this radish feels different from a normal radish when you cut it?"

The surrounding crowd looked at them with fear: What dangerous things are you saying?

They haven't finished taking pictures yet!

Seeing that they were about to be recognized, Cui Shengguo snorted and turned to the back alley, leading Li Ning into the kitchen through the back door.

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...

Xu Milu was preparing the dishes, taking the opportunity to practice her knife skills.

Ever since Cui Shengguo started giving her pointers every now and then, it's like she's unlocked some kind of magic. She can now make the most of an old kitchen knife, slicing tofu into shreds and carving radishes into beautiful shapes are just basic skills for her.

When Cui Shengguo brought Li Ning in, Xu Milu was pressing down on a giant radish on the cutting board and chopping it.

With a swift movement, the knife sliced ​​through the half-person-high radish, a flash of cold light, and a crisp "crack" as the tip struck the cutting board, splitting the radish in two.

He was swift and decisive, almost like a heartless killer.

Li Ning quickly swallowed the words of reluctance that were about to escape his lips.

"Dami, busy? You're in good spirits and working efficiently. Come on, let me introduce you to this rascal. He's my eldest son Cui Mingjue's apprentice. You can call him Li Ning. Tell him about the intricacies of your soup dumplings without meat jelly."

Cui Shengguo was all smiles, and his gaze towards Xu Milu was incredibly kind and gentle.

Li Ning even suspected that his master's body had been possessed.

"good."

Xu Milu didn't hold back; her hands moved non-stop, and the radish peels fell off with a "whoosh" from the cut.

"I use giant delicious radishes to make steamed buns. These radishes have few fibers and a lot of water. Most people would salt the radishes to draw out the water before making steamed buns, but I simply did the opposite. I used raw radish shreds directly as filling for the steamed buns. The high temperature will force out the water in the radishes, which will make the steamed buns soupy."

Li Ning was so engrossed in listening that he couldn't help but interject with a question:

"With so much water in the radish, how can you guarantee the bun won't break?"

Xu Milu picked up a wrapped bun from the side and showed it to him: "This is simple. Use high-gluten flour to make the dough, give enough filling, stretch the bun skin, and leave an opening in the pleats."

Li Ning didn't expect the answer to be so simple.

Cui Shengguo pushed Li Ning forward:

"Dami, I heard from your grandpa that you're planning to hire a kitchen helper these days, right? What do you think of him? Although he's a bit slow-witted, he can still do things like chopping and washing vegetables."

Li Ning didn't expect the old man to launch a sneak attack, and turned to whisper in his ear:

"Grandmaster! Are you using me as a favor? Besides, I don't think the other person even wanted to become your disciple."

Before anything was even started, the old man had already tricked himself into coming here to curry favor with his future junior master.

Cui Shengguo glared at him: "What nonsense are you talking about! It may not be true yet, but it could be! Besides, you should practice with them first and solidify the fact that you are my nephew and aunt. Then, won't it eventually become a reality?"

Li Ning was dumbfounded. The old man was really going all out to take on apprentices, even selling his own grand-apprentice!

Just as he was about to say something, he saw Da Liu come in carrying an abalone, and with three quick cuts, the top-quality abalone that other chefs couldn't find even if they searched high and low was finally cut open.

Li Ning's eyes widened in surprise.

"Grandpa Cui, please stay for lunch! I'm making a radish, mushroom, and seafood hot pot today, and we'll also have abalone."

Xu Milu greeted them with a smile.

Li Ning watched helplessly as Xu Milu scooped up another priceless silver ribbonfish from the pond and sliced ​​it right in front of him.

Meanwhile, Xiao Mo and Da Liu were already eagerly preparing their bowls, clearly used to this kind of employee meal.

"Little Martial Aunt!!!"

Li Ning grabbed Xu Milu's leg and shouted with such heartfelt emotion, it was so hard to say goodbye.

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I was so busy that I didn't get to eat my late lunch until after 4 p.m.

The ingredients were sold out, and even the giant radishes used to attract customers at the entrance were put into the pot. There was almost no flour left, and they barely managed to send off the last group of customers.

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