The hotel, in the kitchen.

“Son, will I try?”

After watching two or three hours, Father Yan looked eager, "It seems that it is not difficult, and it is almost like usual cooking."

“In fact, as long as you control a long anger, it is really not difficult to do.”He smiled and said, “Dad, do you try the pie first?”This should be the simplest, not difficult.”

“All right.”

Father immediately rolled up his clothes and washed his hands.

"Dad, you have to do it yourself, and you'll have to boil the water first."The blue sky refers to firewood.

The father said nothing more, and immediately made a fire in the belly.

There were several fires, so that the firewood was set on fire, and then added some dry wood to enter.

"All lettuce, are based on long anger, only into the long anger, long lettuce can appear all kinds of magic..."

The troll said slowly.

There was nothing to hide, and it was his father.

After a moment, the water in the pot turned warm, and Father Yan hurriedly prepared the flour and took a small pit in the middle.

Pour the water in and stir with chopsticks.

Although Yan Dad is the chef of southern cuisine, he has done a lot of pasta and has done well.

“I’m really angry.”

At this time, Yan father felt the long anger of silky wiss, slowly drilled into the dough, a strange feeling that made him excited, and looked up and asked: "Is it right?"

"Wrong is right, but be careful to control the amount of long anger, but also to make the long anger evenly into the dough."

Yan Qingyang said.

Father nodded his head, seriously and face-to-face.

After a moment, I felt that the dough was different.

"Well, it seems to be different, it looks a little different."Father Yan couldn’t help but marvel that it was no wonder that the long-term lettuce was so magical.

poof!

Suddenly, after a low sound, I saw a smoke rising and startled the father.

“What is this?”

Father Yan's face was embarrassed, staring at the black carbon in the basin, am I not in the face?

How did the dough turn into carbon?

After he paused for a few seconds, as if some understood it, he looked up at Yan Qingyue and asked, “This is a peace failure?”

He smiled at his head.

“Failure, don’t you have to blow up the carbon?”

The face of the father was a little crying and laughing, and this scene was so strange that he shook his head and said, "If you fail, then come again."

"It looks easy, it's hard to do."

He didn’t say anything, he looked around.

Father Yan was not discouraged, and poured hot water and face again, but then "poof", the dough became black charcoal again.

Failed again!

Third, fourth...

For the eighth time in a row, Father and Face still failed, and some were blown up.

“Dad, can you go out for tea first?”

He smiled and asked, afraid that his father would not do it in anger.

He remembers that when he did the tenth time, he still failed, threw the black charcoal and was angry: "Dad, don't do it!"

“Son, how many times have you failed?”

The father asked, there is something uneasiness in the heart.

"I don't remember, it must have been ten or twenty times."The choir said a few more times.

The father listened, and there was some balance in his heart.

However, thinking of his own chef, even a pie can't do well, the face is a little bad, said: "Son, you want to drink tea, I will come alone."

“It’s okay too.”

He nodded his head and walked out of the kitchen.

Maybe you can stand by yourself and it will affect your father.

When the father saw his son go out, he took a deep breath and then slowly spit it out.

When he calms down, go to the boiling water and the surface.

However, then came down and successive failures, which made him bow his head and sighed, “Just make a pie, do you want it to be so difficult?”

He did not understand that making a pie was so difficult, what about those long lettuce?

At this time, he thought, or wash his hands out of the kitchen and come to the tea table.

Shen Zhibai, who was drinking tea at the tea table, was somewhat surprised to see a middle-age man walking out of the guest hall.

Of course, this middle-age man he knew, after all, the other party has entered the long-life inn three times.

Because of his name, he paid more attention...

"Dad, this is Shen Zhibai, the second child of the Evergreen Inn, you should know."Yan Qinghang stood up and smiled and introduced, "Know white, this is my father."

"Hello, Mr. Yan, I'm Shen Zhibai."

At this time, Shen Zhibai stood up and said hello, and indeed was Mr. Yan's father.

"Don't be polite, I'm not that old, just call my uncle."Father smiled, but did not care much about these, he had already heard his son say that Shen Zhibai.

I have also been in contact three times.

"Of course my uncle is not old, but he looks only thirty years old."Shen Zhibai said with a smile, “After that, it is immortal, the younger you live...”

The father laughed a few times and sat down.

“Dad, have tea.”

He sat down and was robbed by Shen Zhibai when he was about to pour tea.

After the three people drank a cup of tea, the second person on the stone came to the second person, and Shen Zhibai said that he was busy to say hello.

“Dad, has it failed?”The choir asked with a smile.

"It's really hard."Father Yan was a little helpless, and stood up and said, "I will try again, this time it will definitely succeed."

"I don't believe it, even the face is not good."

Father said, and walked in.

Yan Qingyang did not follow, he had already said that, now the father needs to understand.

Only when you understand it can you do it.

If you can't understand it, he says more and it's useless...

At this time, the father went back to the kitchen to do it again, but failed again.

“We need to find out the reason for the failure.”

Father Yan knows that if he goes on like this, he will certainly not succeed.

He thought carefully, after thinking for a moment, he understood the problem, and the long anger into the dough was not uniform enough, or more and less.

As a result, the flour cannot withstand long-term anger.

Although the son has already said, but he seems to be unable to do it, the method is not skilled enough...

“Try again!”

The father calmed down and began to focus and face.

At this time, his spirit was highly concentrated, and he felt the change of long and angry, although he failed again, but he knew how to do it.

“The pie needs to be blended into three wiss of long anger, a wistract of warm water, a wisl of flour, and a wistract of filling.”Father Yan said, a long anger appeared at the fingertips, "but how much is a long anger?"

More is a wispy, less is also a wistract, there is no limit at all.

Father's eyebrows wrinkled, how to accurately blend into a long anger?

This is a problem!

More flour, more anger will be more; less flour, more anger will be less...

This amount is more difficult to control, need him to try out a little bit.

...