As soon as the water ghost's thigh meat was chopped into minced meat, Ku Ding saw three women squeeze in before he could even wash the rice. Although the three were not ordinary people, even Yu Ya had encountered those things, Ku Ding still breathed a sigh of relief. If he saw the green thigh, it would be troublesome.

"I only need one of you to come and help me cook some rice and cook porridge, why do you squeeze in? The inner kitchen is filled with smoke, go out and rest, Ning Meng, Ning Meng!"

He wanted to extinguish the fuse of the war caused by the three women inexplicably, but the chef could only call Ning Meng as a shield. As soon as Ning Meng put down Meng Po's big bag, he heard the chef call him, and rushed over again, but failed to squeeze into the inner kitchen.

Three women stood at the door of the inner kitchen, looking at me, and I looked at you, and no one seemed to want to go out first.

"Mr. Ding, I'd better do it. I have been doing all the housework at home since I was a child. And if I cook porridge, my skills are pretty good. Besides, I didn't thank you for helping me so much."

Yu Ya made a move first, and it was about to mix the water.

"When it comes to cooking porridge, my father often eats porridge. If Mr. Ding doesn't dislike it, just leave it to me."

Although Yi Yin said that the wind was light and cloudy, there was a hidden murderous intent.

Your Mr. Ding said that he would make some breakfast for my father. This porridge is what my father wants to drink. My father is ten years old and not all porridge can be eaten. Only my daughter who cares about his diet every day understands his preferences and requirements. So, don’t move, let me do it.

It was all here, and the Butcher Ding didn't intend to stop him. He handed Meng Po a look and told her not to add fuel to the fire.

Meng Po rolled his eyes smallly, but grabbed Yu Ya's little hand and gave Yi Yin aside. "Since Miss Yi has the experience of cooking porridge, let her do it. Let's wait and eat it, and try Miss Yi's skills. This sister Yu has just recovered, so let's chat with me."

Yi Yin smiled slightly. She naturally saw the gaze between the Butcher Ding and Meng Po, and also saw that Meng Po had followed the flow, but she did not refuse and walked into the inner kitchen with her sleeves rolled up.

"Mr. Ding, I often hear my father talk about you. If you put any ingredients and seasonings in the wrong cooking skills, please give me some advice."

My father often says that you have great cooking skills. Compared with you, I definitely don’t have any advantages in cooking skills. But since I’m here to cook porridge, you can’t leave. You have to watch. If something is done wrong, you have to give more advice. Even if it’s not cooked well, you can’t blame me, it’s because you didn’t give me any advice.

Yi Yin's words made Meng Po, who had just turned around, make sure to make a move, but she paused for a moment and left.

The chef nodded and stood a little to the side. He thought that the minced meat had been chopped and the simplest thing to cook porridge was nothing to do, but it soon became apparent that he overestimated Yi Yin.

It is best to use crushed rice to cook porridge. When washing the rice, you should pay attention to it. But looking at Yi Yin's method of opening and closing, it is obvious that he doesn't do much work. He pours half of the water and half of the rice to wash rice. What she said just now should be just for... exchange of fire.

"Three times the water, a little thinner, your father should drink a little thinner."

"Don't stir, I haven't gotten out yet."

...

"Or, let me do it."

Ku Ding saw that this woman, who is known as a poisonous scorpion, knows nothing about cooking skills, and is just a blank piece of paper in this regard. Although Yi Yin was the one who took action, Ku Ding almost taught her step by step, so it would be better for Ku Ding to do it himself.

"You whisper!"

Yi Yin glared at Ku Ding, and the only ones left in the inner kitchen were Ku Ding and her. She didn't seem to have to pretend anymore, but she didn't put down the long-handled ladle in her hand.

"Cooking seems to be fun. You said, I'm not allowed to make it too loud."

The cook sighed secretly. This Yiyin was picked up by Mr. Huibao when he was nearly 70 years old. He has been with him since he was a child. Over the years, he has been learning all kinds of knowledge and skills needed for Jubaozhai. There is no time to learn cooking. When Mr. Huibao first picked up her, he also found Mr. Huibao and planned to put Yiyin next to Mr. Ding. If that is the case, Yiyin's life would be different.

On the other hand, Ku Ding didn't tell Yi Yin that there were at least two people outside but could hear the sounds here clearly.

The seafood porridge was finally released from the pot, and the fragrance blew, and was served on the table by Yi Yin.

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