I just want to travel fast

Chapter 470 The Little Cook in the Palace 7
Whether it's hot or not in the small kitchen, I don't care about it for the time being, and I don't have the mind to care about it, because Mrs. Zhang is about to travel, and he promised to start teaching Qingchen.

Not only Mrs. Zhang, Mrs. Feng also intervened when she knew that she was going to be taught in the early morning.

Since Mrs. Feng was already a grasshopper on the same rope, Mrs. Zhang did not stop her, but since she wanted to learn other people's skills, it would be unfair, so Mrs. Zhang wanted Chen Chen to be a teacher.

But this kind of thing still has to ask the original owner, that is, Guoer.

Although Qingchen is only four years old now, he is already sensible, so when the night was quiet, Mrs. Zhang told Qingchen about this matter.

"Guo'er, my mother is from a wild family background. In terms of cooking skills, it was thanks to the princess's liking that she was promoted to the first-level cook, but there are only a few special dishes, which are incomparable with Mrs. Feng's orthodox background. So Mother wants you to worship Aunt Feng as your teacher and learn cooking systematically."

Aunt Feng has been in the palace for half her life, from the third class to the first class, she has never married, and until now she is single.

Apprenticeship in ancient times is different from the real world. Apprenticeship is equivalent to a son and a half of a family, who are responsible for caring for the elderly.

Chen Chen carefully recalled that he seemed to have worshiped a teacher when he was a monk, so should he think about this world?
After all, my cooking skills are also from Yeluzi, just because the cooking skills are not bad, coupled with the convenience of the ingredients in the space, although Bai Fumei learned it before, but it was all standard teaching. In fact, it is still Auntie Feng Such people have real materials in their hands.

But one thing is, if you really become a teacher, it means that you can only stay in the palace for the time being. If you want to climb over the wall, you have to wait until you are a teacher, or you may stay in the palace forever.

This is what I struggled with in the early morning, so I had a heated discussion with 478 in the system space.

"478, should I be a teacher? Or should I stay in the palace in the future?"

"According to your own heart, I think you want to stay in your heart. Otherwise, you would not discuss it with me, just refuse it. Actually, I know what you are worried about. With our abilities, what is there to worry about? Instead, it should be other people who are worried.”

In fact, 478 didn't say anything, he also hoped to stay in the morning, he was very much looking forward to learning the top skills in the morning, using the top ingredients, and cooking him a top-notch dish.

After listening to 478 in the early morning, I also thought about it for a while and decided to stay. My nose and tongue are so special in this world. Shouldn't it be a happy thing in the rice tank?
And if you stay enough, you can just withdraw, at worst, you can bring Mrs. Zhang with you.

Seeing that Chen Chen didn't speak, Zhang didn't force her, but just quietly waited for Chen Chen's answer.

Figured it out, it was early morning, looked at Mrs. Zhang and nodded: "Mom, I agree!"

So after breakfast the next day, Aunt Feng prepared a simple apprenticeship ceremony in the small kitchen. It was really simple, just offered tea and kowtowed and it was over.

After the ceremony, other people came forward to congratulate Aunt Feng, and even Aunt Liao said a few auspicious words with a smile on her face, but it was unknown what she was thinking in her heart.

So the hard life in the early morning began.

There is no problem with getting up early, she usually gets up at the same time as Zhang.

But what I don’t understand in the early morning is why learning cooking skills starts with watching the stove burn, shouldn’t it start with knowing the ingredients, seasonings, spoons, puffs and so on?

But if you don’t understand, you don’t understand, just keep doing it in the early morning, and if you have no choice but to stop, Mrs. Feng, it’s not right that the master’s spoon hit the back of the head. It hurts so much that tears in the early morning stay.

Chenchen felt that there was a big gap in her heart. Before, she was the one who directed others to make a big fuss, but now it was her turn to be directed by others.But it also made her realize how important the heat is to a dish.

A good cook needs to be able to feel what kind of fire it is in the pot, and what to do when there are vegetables in the pot and when the heat has not yet been reached.

Therefore, learning to cook must start with burning a fire.Of course, those who are not so demanding are naturally unnecessary.

Someone said, isn’t it just a fire? It’s such a simple thing. I also felt the same way at the beginning of the morning, but I didn’t know how unreliable this “feeling” was until I got started.

Now she really misses the time when she was indiscriminately handling the spoon and someone lit the fire.

This is not in the modern world. There are gas stoves and natural gas. This is a wood-burning world. Therefore, for large fires and low fires, medium fires and slow fires, these levels must be well mastered in the early morning, and they must be seamlessly connected.

In the early morning, I often make myself feel ashamed. It’s no problem to reduce the fire, just put some firewood on it, but when it’s the other way around, the first thing to do is to move the firewood to both sides, and the second thing to do is to send as much as possible to the stove. Air.

In the early morning, my head and face were so gray that it was nothing. I was lucky that I didn't burn my hair.

In short, this study has turned Chen Chen, a chubby girl with white flour and steamed buns, into a sweet potato noodle.

Black and gray.

478 rubbed his belly in the space and watched until he was so happy that he couldn't see it. He had rarely seen such a mess in the early morning.

He even felt that he could do without leaving the system space in this world. What was important was that he could continue to be happy.

Of course, he didn't dare to tell Chen Chen this thought.

After two months, the big bag on the back of the head in the early morning disappeared and retreated, retreated and rose again, and then Aunt Feng's words: "It's okay", this is the beginning.

Getting started doesn't mean that she can learn other skills after she has mastered this craft in the early morning, but that she can make a fire by herself. During the meal, I still have to stand aside in the early morning.

On the surface, Mrs. Feng belittled the early morning, so that she should not be proud and keep working hard, but after turning around, Mrs. Feng jumped up happily. This was really a treasure for her. It took nearly a year to get started with burning fire.

So in the next year, I started to burn the fire every day in the early morning. When it was time for three meals a day, I sat on her exclusive small bench in the early morning. As soon as he blows it, he has the spirit of counting soldiers on the battlefield, but he is lighting firewood sticks.

Mrs. Zhang's side actually feels sorry for Qingchen. Whose family is a good fat girl who makes herself dirty and messy every day, but for the sake of her children's future well-being, she is ruthless.

In the future, her daughter will definitely be groping around in the palace, so she would rather her daughter stay in the kitchen than work in front of the nobles.

If he managed to mix well in the kitchen, he might be lucky enough to change his slave status and release him from the mansion just like himself back then.

This is the biggest wish of her life.

(End of this chapter)