Chapter 407 Is there something wrong with your sense of taste?

The audience in the live broadcast room initially treated this as a game and found it quite interesting.

They all joked and agreed, saying that learning to cook should start from an early age, and that this is to cultivate useful talents for the country.

In the minds of the audience, Nanzhi’s classes are probably the same as when she was in the village primary school—

The purpose is to combine education with entertainment, and let children feel the charm of traditional culture through cooking.

As for the difficulty, it is almost non-existent.

Most of the processes that are most prone to injury, such as cutting vegetables, are done by teachers.

So they didn't take it too seriously and just laughed and joked around.

But they soon found out they were wrong.

Nanzhi is much stricter than expected! Nanyi doesn't take this as a joke, but takes it more seriously than anyone else! The audience gradually stopped joking: [So, so fierce...]

[This is the first time I see Sister Zhi being so strict with Yi Yi. I feel a little emotional.]

[I saw myself teaching my own children to do their homework. It was much more serious than teaching them in school! ]

[I also want to experience Sister Zhi’s previous experience of learning cooking. It seems that it is not easy for Sister Zhi to learn cooking. 】

[It’s not easy in the first place, with knives cutting and fire burning, it’s easiest to get hurt in the kitchen! ]

[I feel a little touched. What's going on? Sister Zhi and Yi Yi are both so serious! 】

[And Yi Yi is a very fast learner. He can basically do anything Sister Zhi says! ]

[This is called genes, this is inheritance! ]

…

Occasionally, a few people complained about Nanzhi, or simply felt that Nanyi was too smart to be a chef, but they were all scolded back by others, who told them to mind their own business.

In such a "joyful" barrage atmosphere, Nanzhi and Nanyi are also continuing their "joyful" learning.

After Nan Yi had been cutting vegetables for a full half hour without stopping, Nan Zhi finally called a halt.

Nan Yi frowned in disapproval: "Why should I stop? I can continue!"

Nanzhi squeezed his arm: "You're shaking, are you sure you want to continue?"

Nan Yi pursed her lips and stopped talking.

Nanzhi switched from being stern to being gentle again: "If you force yourself, you'll get hurt. Besides, you have to finish a whole dish, right?"

Nan Yi's face was full of displeasure, and he nodded reluctantly.

Nanzhi then picked and chose from the potato shreds that Nanyi had just cut and selected the ones that were barely suitable for frying.

Then he directed Nan Yi to stand in front of the stove.

Of course, Nan Yi was standing on a stool the whole time.

Otherwise, he couldn't even reach the countertop, so how could he think of cutting vegetables and cooking? At this moment, Nan Yi was not afraid of the large wok that could hold him.

According to Nanzhi's instructions, he turned on the fire first, and then poured oil into the pot when it was almost hot.

The oil bottle was quite big, and Nan Yi had to barely lift it with his left hand, shaking uncontrollably.

But he was holding a spatula in his right hand that was almost as long as his arm, so he had no room to spare.

Seeing Nan Yi in a panic, Nanzhi resisted the urge to remind him.

Nan Yi did not ask Nanzhi for help. Instead, he gritted his teeth and continued to pour the oil quickly with one hand.

The whole process was terrifying to watch, as if one of Youhu and Nanyi was about to fall down at any time.

Fortunately, Nan Yi held on to the end.

After he put the oil bottle away, Nanzhi asked, "Why don't you put the spatula aside?"

Nan Yi quickly replied:

“I’m afraid the countertop will get dirty.”

Nanzhi smiled, then nodded in approval: "Well done. As a chef, you should always keep hygiene in mind. However, you should also remember to learn from this experience. Next time when you cook, keep an empty bowl next to you to put the spatula, so as not to be in a rush when the time comes."

"Um!"

Nan Yi nodded vigorously, his eyes fixed on the oil in the pot, judging the oil temperature using the method Nan Zhi taught him.

Nanzhi: “Is it almost done?”

Nan Yi: “It seems to be a little short.”

After a while.

Nanzhi asked again: "What about now?"

Nan Yi replied: “It seems to be OK.”

Then pour in the shredded potatoes.

Fortunately, Nanzhi had reminded Nanyi in advance to drain the water from the shredded potatoes, so not too much oil splashed out when they were put into the pot.

But a few drops of oil are inevitable.

The southern branch is closer and has sharper eyes.

Then I saw several drops of oil flying up and landing on the back of Nan Yi's hand.

Nan Yi's hands trembled, but he didn't cry out in pain. Instead, he continued to stir-fry in the pan.

Nanzhi felt distressed, but couldn't help feeling relieved.

After a few minutes, the shredded potatoes are finally ready to be served.

A plate of stir-fried shredded potatoes with just a little salt added, it didn’t look very good.

Because Nan Yi didn't have enough strength to flip the pan and didn't use the spatula in time, the potato shreds were heated unevenly. Some of them were raw, and some of them were mushy.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Nan Yi couldn't help but showed a frustrated expression.

Nanzhi smiled and touched his head, then picked up the chopsticks:

"It's okay, it's just a small failure."

Nan Yi clenched his fists, his eyes full of fighting spirit: "I will continue to work hard... Wait! Mom, do you want to eat?"

He looked at Nanzhi stupidly as she picked up the shredded potatoes and brought them to her mouth.

Nanzhi: "Of course, this is your first time to stir-fry shredded potatoes."

Nan Yi felt a little awkward, worried that the shredded potatoes would be unpalatable to her mother.

But in a small corner of my heart, I hope my mother can try the food he cooks.

While hesitating, he had already watched Nanzhi put the shredded potatoes into her mouth and chew them twice.

Southern Italy inevitably has expectations:

"How about it?"

Nanzhi remained calm and nodded:

"Mm, it's delicious."

Nan Yi rarely showed an expression of doubt and confusion.

He looked at Nanzhi's face, then at the half-burnt and half-cooked shredded potatoes on the plate.

That's it? Delicious? Are you sure? "Can I have a taste?"

A voice suddenly sounded.

It turned out to be Song Lin who came over at some point.

Nanzhi did not refuse and generously gave up her seat: "Here."

Song Lin picked up the chopsticks with a smile and took a bite.

Then, he actually nodded:

"He's a pretty good, talented kid."

The chefs who were secretly listening in: ??? Master/Grandmaster, you didn’t treat us like this before!

In fact, Nan Yi was the one who was most puzzled.

He tilted his head, and a big question mark almost appeared on top of his head.

Delicious? Is there anything wrong with your taste buds? [Hahaha, anything cooked by my own kids is delicious no matter what.]

[That’s right! My daughter cooked porridge for me, and the rice was not even cooked, but I still said it was delicious without blinking! ]

[Yi Yi's puzzled expression is so interesting! I guess even he doesn't believe it! ]

[We are humble children with a clear self-awareness! ]

[Yi Yi also tasted it, and then vomited because it was so unpalatable! ]

[I want to eat it too, I promise I can swallow it down as if nothing happened! ]

…

Nan Yi resisted the urge to spit out the shredded potatoes in his mouth, chewed them bit by bit, and swallowed them.

Hmm, there really is something wrong with mom’s sense of taste!