MTL - I am a Chef in the Modern Era-Chapter 11 Casserole ribs

After the sofa incident, Shen Fu slowly learned that Lin Yiyi’s lifestyle was simply horrible.

There is no computer at home and there is nothing else to do. Even the mobile phone, in the hands of Lin Yiyi, is like the decorations. In addition to calling, I have never seen Lin Yi’s intentions, let alone even call. There is only the phone number of the old Yangtou home.

He has to start to wonder if Lin Yiyi is a caveman who has moved back.

Sitting on the sofa at night, Shen Fu reached for Lin Yiyi’s mobile phone.

"What about your mobile phone?"

Lin Yiyi didn't mean to show him what he wanted. He just took it out and handed it to him. Anyway, he didn't think there was anything hidden in the phone.

Shen Fu took over and opened it. Well, there is no encryption, no phone, even the application is built by the system. A good smart phone is in the hands of Lin Yiyi, and there is no difference between it and Big Brother. Shen Fu twitches his mouth. Secretly funny.

"Do you not play mobile phones?"

Lin Yiyi finally took his eyes off the TV and gave him a little bit. "What's fun with the phone?"

Shen Fu: ...

What is the good look of the TV, especially the 8 o'clock in the evening of a fruit station, the woman inside is crying and pumping, how did he see it and be fascinated by it?

After giving Shen Fu a little sight, Lin Yiyi turned back again. Now he thinks that no one has his TV important. Shen Fu thinks so.

So he spoke again. "How much traffic does your mobile phone have?"

"Traffic?" For the heavy repetition of watching TV, Lin Yiyi had no patience, and frowned and asked him.

"Yeah, you don't even use traffic," he said, looking at him like a ghost. Don't talk about smartphones now, even if it's a few years ago, there will be a few traffic-consuming things that can put smartphones. As a big brother, Lin Yiyi is also awesome.

Lin Yiyi no longer took care of his surprise, turned his head and watched TV and ignored him.

Shen Fu was leaning on the sofa, pinching the mobile phone of Lin Yiyi, and then making a phone call for a while to make a message, and took a shot of Lin Yiyi’s shoulder.

"I have downloaded a lot of applications for you. It is strange that you have three gigabytes of traffic on your mobile phone. Come, come over, my brother teaches you how to play mobile phones."

Lin Yiyi resisted a bit, invalid, and he was already handcuffed by him.

"You don't want to know how my sofa has changed out of thin air? I teach you."

Lin Yiyi finally got some interest.

Shen Fu one by one opened the application to him, in addition to the necessary □ □ WeChat Taobao also taught him two popular games nowadays, Lin Yiyi from the beginning of careless, suddenly became fascinated.

In the end, Shen Fu summed up the **** sigh of the pat on Lin Yiyi’s shoulder. "I want to know if you have done nothing but eating and sleeping in the past 18 years?"

"Or else?" Lin Yiyi looked up at him.

Shen Fu was shackled for a while, and the things that had been turned in his mind were facing the slightly innocent face of Lin Yiyi, but he couldn’t say it. "Forget it, you will slowly explore it again, I will take a shower." ""

Shen Fu has recently gone to the Xiqin restaurant to help him like Lin Yiyi. His mouth is especially talkative, but anyone who has seen him does not dislike him. In Xiqin restaurant, he also attracts people. .

Originally, Shen Fu and Lin Yiyi were different in nature. Lao Yangtou did not dare to tell him what to do. However, Shen Fu himself did not care about it. The old Yangtou gradually let go of his heart and kept exaggerating. Like Lin Yiyi, it is a good boy.

Although he taught Lin Biao to play mobile phones, Shen Fu still found that Lin Yi was never going to play during the work, that is, when he was at the Xiqin restaurant, even if it was difficult to play at home, after the Xiqin restaurant. The mobile phone will be placed in the pocket in a proper manner and never come out.

Shen Fu always feels that Lin Yiyi’s old-fashioned is not unreasonable, as if he seems to have a very strict set of his own rules. Strict adherence never tries to break. For example, every night at 8:00 pm, the next day at five o’clock, it’s absolutely up. It is necessary to turn around on a circle and then go to the Xiqin restaurant. It is better to have a rest time or something else. The law is not like a young man.

But there is only one thing that can make him an exception. It is food. Only food can make him come back at ten o'clock in the evening.

Every time he seduce, he will always come back with a little something from the outside after he sleeps, then kneel on his bed and smile at him.

"Hey, Lin Yiyi, do you want to eat a small dessert?"

Lin Yiyi will open his eyes, and at first he will look at him in confusion, and then he will see his eyes shine when he sees it.

"what?"

"Chocolate mousse, eat?"

Shen Fu is also slowly clarifying the taste of Lin Yiyi. This sweet little dessert is the least resistant to it, and Lin’s eyes are brighter.

"Eat."

After getting up and eating, and then brushing his teeth again, Lin Yiyi can react. Shen Fu is teasing him, hating him, but he will be right next time.

“Why do you like to eat small desserts so you don’t do it yourself?”

"do it yourself?"

"Yeah." Shen Fu leaned on the sofa and watched Lin Biao's intention to hold a small box and eat it like a hamster. He couldn't help but laugh. "Buy an oven and bake it yourself, but if you have a mousse cake, you have to have a refrigerator."

Lin Yi did not understand what he wanted and looked at him with his head.

"Forget it, you eat yours, when I didn't say it." Lin Yiyi is already busy enough, where is the time to do this, or buy it for him to eat.

In fact, apart from the face of the Xiqin restaurant, Shen Fu did not know Lin Yiyi’s craftsmanship. Because Lin Yiyi did not make home cooking, Song Yan taught him some hard-to-do dishes, but the taste is a must. The words of the dishes are too simple, but he rarely tries them. The home-cooked dishes are fried by the old Yangtou, and Lin Biao intends to cut the vegetables next to help.

On this day, the two of them just arrived at the Xiqin restaurant, and the old Yangtou was rushing over.

"Small, grandfather has to go for two days. If you want to open the restaurant, you will open it. If you don't want to open it, you can do it for two days. You see?"

Lin Yiyi stayed and his fingers were pinched up. "Grandpa... Where are you going?"

Old Yangtou did not feel the rigidity of Lin Yiyi, but Shen Fu went up to catch Lin Yiyi's shoulder. "Xiao Xiao called me last night and said that I told me to live for two days." It seems to be extremely happy to smile.

Shen Fu felt the shoulders of his hands relaxed, and Lin smiled. "Nothing, I am fine anyway."

Old Yang’s head reached out and touched Lin’s head. He felt that this young man was really warm-hearted, and it would be great for his grandson.

"That line, the meat shop in the restaurant has already recognized you, you can also go to the heart to take the food, if you have anything to call the grandfather ..." After I remembered that he did not have a mobile phone, Lin Yiyi also I can't beat him, and smiled and changed my mouth. "If you live for a few days, there should be nothing. If you really don't want to open it, you will close the door. It's not bad for these two days."

Then the old Yang head left, and Lin Linyi and Shen Fu had big eyes in the store.

"Are you alone?"

Lin Biao asked him to tie the cartoon lace apron at a glance. "What's the problem?"

Shen Fu didn't hold back and laughed, then he rolled up his sleeves. "I still give you help."

Shen Fu cut vegetables, Lin Yiyi hands-on, the two actually cooperated very tacitly, than Lin Yiyi and Lao Yangtou still have a tacit understanding, and the time spent is less than usual.

When someone arrives, it is Lin Yiyi’s intention, Shen Fu is responsible for collecting money at the end, and finally washing the dishes.

The dishwashing was always the work of the old Yangtou. Shen Fu and Lin Yiyi did not wash it. The old Yang head left, and this life fell on them.

Lin Biao did not care, but after smearing the slippery detergent to break the two bowls, Shen Fu went straight to the forehead to stop him. "Grandpa just walked you will smash his shop, He came back to see that he was distressed, or I am coming."

I wonder how long he has not washed the bowl.

Lin Yiyi’s rare blushing, standing there is a bit of a slap in the face, he has never used this thing, and he does not know that it is so slippery. In the big Yan, it is usually made of loofah, not to mention the gentleman said that the gentleman said Chef, cooking or secretly learning with Song Yan, let alone dishwashing, he has never done these things.

In fact, after Lin Yiyi took over the work of Lao Yangtou, he seldom ate noodles. What to sell and what he didn’t eat was still somewhat reasonable. Although it was still delicious as always, he still wanted to eat something else, not to mention. There is Shen Fu who is holding the mouth next to it.

At noon, he went back to pick up the food. When he came back, he not only took the restaurant's food, but also took a few good platters. He didn't know how to flick the store, and the store gave him.

After I got it back, I looked at the small row and looked at it. He didn’t know that Lin Yiyi would do other dishes. It’s a pity that he just muttered such a good small row, because he wanted to do it himself. However, he will only cut the dishes and will not cook. He is too clear about himself.

While he was squatting with a knife to consider where to start, a slender white finger reached over.

"From here, you can cut off this long cut."

Shen Fu turned back, Lin Yiyi still stood around him in the funny apron, pointing his finger to the ribs and pointing him.

“Is it going to cook?”

Lin Yiyi turned his eyes and nodded. Shen Fu immediately obeyed and washed the ribs and handed them to Lin Yiyi.

Lin Yiyi also refers to the casserole that he brought back from home last time. "Put this up."

Shen Fu was ordered to ask him while washing. "What are you going to do?"

"Casserole ribs."

It sounds delicious, Shen Fu smiled and went over. "Add some potatoes inside, I want to eat."

Lin Biao didn't want to eat spicy, Shen Fu did not ask him to put the pepper, he made a dish of garlic pepper made by the old Yang head, rolled the dish inside, and did not have a flavor.

Lin Yiyi was eating his own and looked at Shen Fu. He always felt that he was a little delicious.

Then I also clipped a piece and rolled it inside. I didn't wait for Shen Fu to talk and then fed it into my mouth, and then the hot scorpion slammed.

Shen Fu cried and looked around for water. "This pepper I saw my grandfather a few days ago, Chaotian pepper, so spicy, you dare to eat?"

Lin Biao's eyes were watery, holding a cup and drinking a whole cup before spit out his tongue and said, "I don't think the face you eat doesn't change color."

Shen Fuyi, then smiled and said, "Can you compare with me? My mother can eat spicy, genetic."