Chapter 208 I'm cooking, the third in the country

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A silver Mazda stopped outside the Longfeng Restaurant. Fan Fei got out of the car with Ding Shichen and Gong Gong and walked to the humble restaurant.

Fan Fei hasn't been back to Longfeng Restaurant for a long time. It's not that he doesn't want to come, but that he doesn't dare to come.

During this period, he has been busy fighting against the Luo family and the official backers behind him. It is very life-threatening. He is afraid that Master and Aunt Feng will also be involved, so he has never come to the restaurant.

Even when Master Han Long called him, he didn't answer the phone, but he was afraid that as soon as the master's temper came up, he would be mixed into this matter regardless of death.

For Han Long and Aunt Feng, Fan Fei has already regarded them as his own family members, and naturally refused to let them take risks.

"Yo, rare guest..." When Aunt Feng saw Ding Shichen, her eyes suddenly lit up and greeted him with a smile. She took Ding Shichen's hand and chatted affectionately, but she didn't even look at Fan Fei. She seemed to be angry.

"Aunt Feng, where is my master?" Fan Fei smiled bitterly when he saw this.

Aunt Feng pointed to the kitchen casually and didn't even bother to answer.

Fan Fei scratched his head and quickly slipped into the kitchen, so he saw Han Long, who was squatting on a low table and drinking with a gloomy face.

The dish is very simple. There is only a plate of fried peanuts, a plate of Houttuynia cordata, and a portion of celery fried beef, but there are two empty beer bottles on the table.

Hearing the sound outside, Han Long looked up and saw Fan Fei coming in. He was stunned, grabbed the beer bottle again, and took a big sip, but said nothing.

"Master, I'll stir-fry two dishes for you." Fan Fei shouted with a little guilty, and then grabbed the apron and tied it to himself.

"Don't call me Master. I can't teach you. You have already been a teacher." Han Long replied faintly.

"No, you will always be my master." Fan Fei said with a smile, "Master, you blame me for not contacting you for such a long time, right?"

Han Long rolled his eyes and said nothing.

"Master, it's like this..." Fan Fei quickly moved a low stool and sat next to the master, muttered in his ear, said the thrilling things during this period in a concise manner, and then said, "Master, I'm afraid that you are in a hurry to participate in it, and you will fight with others, so I'm I didn't call you."

Han Long was stunned when he heard this. After a long time, he slapped Fan Fei on the head and said angrily, "Don't you know? I'm not afraid to fight with others, but I'm afraid that I don't know who to fight with!" This feeling is so fucking uncomfortable!"

Fan Fei's neck shrank and quickly laughed and pleaded guilty.

Han Long pondered for a while and shouted doubtfully, "You didn't fool me, did you? What happened in the county recently, is it really all made by you?

"Yes." Fan Fei only answered one word, but his attitude was very sincere.

"Stir-fry a few strong dishes for me, and then stir-fry two light dishes for Xiaoding. Don't put it too salty, do you understand?" Han Long was silent for a long time before he drank coldly.

"Good." Fan Fei was overjoyed and quickly stood up and went to stir-fry.

Fan Fei knew that although Han Long's tone was still rude, he had already forgiven himself in his heart.

For this master who has taught himself for several years and is also a teacher, Fan Fei still respects him from the bottom of his heart. If Han Long hadn't urged Fan Fei to practice every day, lay the foundation of his body, and mastered the moves against the enemy, Fan Fei would never have had that power when he urged his potential. He would have hung up when he singled the Luo family last time. Therefore, Han Long can be said to have a re-creation to Fan Fei.

Sure enough, when Fan Fei was cooking, Han Long had quickly cleaned up the table and came to help wash and cut vegetables. At the same time, Fan Fei continued to talk about this period of time. From time to time, he laughed a few times, and the gloom on his face had already been swept away.

During

, Aunt Feng quietly went into the kitchen. She saw Han Long and Fan Fei cooking together, talking and laughing. Knowing that the two had made up, she finally showed a sincere smile on her face.

After a while, Fan Fei stir-fried a table of dishes and took them out.

Aunt Feng had already pulled down the rolling gate of the restaurant and hung the sign of suspension of business. After the dishes were served, several people ate around the table.

The greedy man only took a few bites, and his eyes lit up. He pulled a plate of braised pork in front of him, and the chopsticks fell down like raindrops.

Even Ding Shichen, who has a senior chef and is used to eating delicacies, kept nodding while eating, praising Han Long's delicious dishes.

"It was fried by A Fei." Han Long answered with a smile, and then grabbed the plate of braised pork in the greedy man's arms and found that there were only a few pieces of pepper left. He couldn't help staring at the greedy man and said, "I haven't eaten A Fei's fried braised pork for a long time. How dare you swallow it alone?"

After listening to this sentence, Gung Fu Gong and Ding Shichen were even more surprised.

Naturally, they didn't know that Fan Fei worked in Longfeng Restaurant for three years. He not only learned kung fu with Han Long, but also learned cooking. Moreover, he has extraordinary memory and taste. Even with the most common ingredients, he can stir-fry dishes with excellent fragrance, which has far exceeded Han Long's level.

"Afei, are you really fired?" Ding Shichen took a look at Fan Fei and asked in surprise.

"Yes. I'm not good at cooking, and I'm the third in the country. Fan Fei seemed to answer in a low-key way.

"Great, I don't have to cook for the rest of my life!" Ding Shichen said with incomparably happiness.

Fan Fei: "..."

"The third in the country? It's the third brag!" Han Long slapped Fan Fei on the head, and then looked at the greedy man who was trying to solve other dishes. He smiled bitterly and said, "Go and stir-fry another braised pork!" His grandma, even monks like to eat meat these days. What kind of world..."

Ding Shichen covered his mouth and laughed, and Fan Fei stood up speechlessly and sadly went to the kitchen to continue his struggle.

The meal was very happy, and Han Long and Aunt Feng were a little drunk.

At this time, Fan Fei opened the door, took out two plastic bags from the car, handed one to Han Long and Aunt Feng respectively, and said with a smile, "Master, I used to wear your clothes, but now I have made a little fortune and give you and Aunt Feng a dress."

Han Long opened the bag, took out a Meng Tejiao T-shirt, looked at Aunt Feng, who was holding the T-shirt in a daze, and smiled, "It's still A Fei who knows me best!"

It turned out that this is a couple's suit. After combining the patterns on the two clothes, it is still a little ambiguous.

"Bad boy, no big or small!" Aunt Feng blushed and raised her hand to beat her.

Fan Fei easily dodged and said with a smile, "Aunt Feng, as long as you are willing to be my teacher, Shichen and I have a congratulatory gift."

"Who cares about your gift!" Aunt Feng sneered, and then glanced at the stinky Han Long and hummed, "I won't marry him!"

Fan Fei smiled, took out two property certificates from the plastic bag, raised them in his hand, and asked leisurely, "Are you really not going to get married?"

Aunt Feng took a breath of cold air and even looked straight for a moment. After a long time, she muttered, "Is this?"