Even if Lu Ming wanted to break his head, he didn't expect that he would meet Yin Feng, the most popular and also the most terrifying teacher in the entire Delicacy Academy after school. You must know that this genius-style perfection ranked eighth on the Star Chef List. He came here to teach and passed the principal's Sangu Maolu before reluctantly agreed to come here to teach one class a day. Looking at the whole delicacy academy, even the food connoisseur next to him who used to ask for money and now has become inexplicably better can’t compare it, because Ren Zhu has one class a day, and he also has a grade. The director handles some recommendations and evaluations.
Therefore, when Lu Ming saw the big iceberg Chef Yin, his whole body was numb. He didn't know what to do next, and at this time, Ren Zhu had already placed the fresh ingredients he purchased on the table on the podium.
Yin Feng's face was very cold, and he deeply felt that this young man had made an inch: "I didn't say that you can bring someone over for dinner."
Ren Zhu glanced at Yin Feng's expression, smiled and shook his head: "I didn't bring anyone over for dinner. The weight of this dish is only for two people, not that kid."
Hearing this, Chef Yin's complexion improved a lot, but he couldn't quite understand Ren Zhu's intention to bring a light bulb. His questioning expression was too obvious, Ren Zhu sighed and said directly: "He has something at home, maybe he needs your help."
Yin Feng sneered directly: "Do I look like a philanthropist?" Although he felt that as a teacher, he should be responsible for his students, but that was only in the classroom. He didn't become a teacher at all, he just became a fucking idea or consciousness. He just needs to teach these children well in the classroom. Why should he help them think about everything
This is actually very similar to Mr. Ren's educational philosophy. Although Mr. Ren will always unconsciously pay more attention to the family situation and psychological problems of students, but, even as a senior educator, he does not have a teacher. Parents' thoughts. Excellent education can never be accomplished only in school. In addition to a good teacher, it also requires good parents who are serious and responsible.
"Of course you're not. Neither am I, but his family is a bit special." Ren Zhu said and looked at Luming, who stood there with a tense look on his face: "Don't be stunned, tell me quickly. I will not beg you for your family's situation and your request. My face is not that big. I have already treated you very well for bringing you here."
After Ren Zhu finished speaking, Lu Ming's face was still a little nervous, but soon the desire in his heart overcame his nervousness, he took a deep breath, Lu Ming looked at Yin Feng and said, "Mr. Yin, you can go to my house and give it to my brother. See hope?"
Yin Feng had already started to wash vegetables at this time, and he refused without hesitation: "I don't have time."
Lu Ming's expression stiffened for a moment, and his eyes quickly turned red. He didn't know what to do next, and subconsciously looked at Ren Zhu who brought him over, and then he saw Ren Zhu winking at him, if not If he was afraid that his behavior was too obvious, Ren Zhu might not be able to help himself. But it was enough for Lu Ming to understand what he should do.
Lu Ming clenched his fists, lowered his head, and began to talk about their family in a calm tone.
"My father is Luchengshan, the person I admire and love the most in my life. He is proficient in Western food and has won many awards. However, I prefer dim sum in Chinese food. Even so, my father did not force me to go. Learning Western food, he told me that even a chef who cooks for others must make the food he likes before cooking for others, so that he can go further in this line of work. Of course, I always think that this is actually a Because my brother likes to cook Western food, he already has an heir, so don't worry about my reasons."
"My mother is very gentle and beautiful. Although she can't cook, she is very good at sewing. Before I was seventeen, my mother would make four sets of clothes for our family each year. Everyone asked me where I bought it, but they didn't know, it was my mother's own clothes."
"My brother is a gentleman on the surface, but he is domineering in his bones. Every time I practice swordsmanship, if I don't practice enough times, he will watch me by the side and count me until I finish the practice. Obviously he himself His sword skills are not as good as mine, but he always stares at me. I sometimes annoy him."
Lu Ming said a lot like this, and to Yin Feng, it was all nonsense. And if Ren Zhu didn't know the situation of their family, he would also think that these words were useless. But…
"My family is very happy, at least until I was seventeen years old. I think in the future I will become a dim sum master, my brother will become a western food master, and then live a happy life like this. However, when I was ten On our seventh birthday, we were driving to the mountains for an outing and got into a car accident."
Lu Ming's voice was still trying to keep calm, but he could still hear some tremors.
"My father picked up diàn huà when he was driving, and it was Uncle Lu. I don't know what Uncle Lu said in diàn huà. In short, my father was furious, and then his steering wheel was not well controlled, and the car fell directly down the mountain. At that time, My mother screamed for me and my brother to be careful. My brother responded quickly and wrapped me in his body and held me in his arms. During the violent impact, I lost consciousness, and when I woke up, I got the news that both my parents died in a car accident, and my brother broke his hands and broke his legs to protect me."
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Transparent tears dripped from the tile under Luming's feet, and his voice was shaking uncontrollably: "As for me, I don't have any major injuries all over my body, just a few scratches."
"My brother protected me with his hands." Lu Ming raised his head and looked at Yin Feng. "His hands are his life, his dream, his future."
"He traded his life, his dreams, and his future for my peace. Then, he lost his future and lost his dreams. Teacher Yin, Teacher Ren said that what my brother needs now is not comfort and sympathy, he needs See the light of hope. He told me, you can show my brother the light, although I don't know what you will do, but I beg you to save my brother. As long as you can show him hope, I, I You can do anything."
Lu Ming finally finished all what he wanted to say, and then he lowered his head and waited for Yin Feng's answer, as if he was waiting for the judgment of fate. However, for a long time, he did not hear an answer. Tormented sweat dripped from his forehead, and Lu Ming felt that it became very difficult to even stand here.
Yin Feng finally said, "I don't know what the light of hope is. I'm just a chef, not a magician."
Lu Ming felt dizzy.
Ren Zhu tutted beside him: "I just let you cook a meal for him."
Chef Yin didn't seem to have cut his hand. He put down the knife and frowned: "Cooking? What does it have to do with hope?"
Lu Ming felt as if he had come back to life, but he also turned his head to look at Ren Zhu suspiciously.
Ren Zhuxiao's ambition is to win: "Of course, it is to tell him with practical actions that he can make excellent delicious food without healthy hands."
Lu Ming's eyes widened instantly, and after a while his eyes became brighter and brighter, as if he understood something. Chef Yin felt that he seemed to be forced to board a very pitiful pirate ship.
In the end, Yin Feng still agreed to go to Luming's house to cook a meal for his brother on the weekend. Luming was so excited when he got this news that he almost knelt down to Teacher Yin. In the end, he was very indifferent and drove away.
After Lu Ming left, Chef Yin looked at the young man who was sitting at the dining table with his chin on his back, and the veins on his forehead jumped slightly.
"Don't look at me like that, I just brought him here, and it was you who decided to help in the end." Teacher Ren smiled a little to please.
Yin Feng scooped out the boiled soup with a spoon, poured it quickly and evenly on the slightly boiled baby vegetables, stirring up a fragrant mist, and then closed the lid to suffocate. "If you don't bring him, nothing will happen."
Ren Zhu snorted: "I didn't treat this child very well before, but now I promise you to make a change. Do you have to make up for it. Besides, this child is really bitter."
Yin Feng's heart skipped a beat when he heard the words promise you, but he didn't stop frying the pork ribs at all, and the small pieces of tender steak wrapped in the soup and soy sauce were evenly turned over in the pot. While frying, that slender and powerful hand held the handle of the wok, making a beautiful pan, allowing the tender row to draw a perfect arc in the air, and then fell steadily into the wok, eliciting a tempting fragrance. "It's not a big deal to cook, but what is the light of hope? I don't think I have it in my hand and can show it to others."
At this time, Ren Zhu was watching his every move intently, and when he looked at him, he suddenly showed a strange, nostalgic smile.
Yin Feng didn't get an answer for a long time. He put out the fried pork ribs, and then looked up to see the guy looking at him with a smile, but his eyes were far away.
He didn't like this look.
"What are you stunned for?"
Ren Zhu snapped back to his senses, and he smiled disguisedly, "No, I just saw your move so perfect, and I thought of someone who was so chaotic that he could even weigh the pot and almost put the ribs out." Ren Zhu stopped. For a moment, the cooking skills of these two people are different, but he just thinks that they are very similar in cooking. so similar.
Yin Feng snorted: "That's really a waste. I never took out the vegetables since I was a child."
When Ren Zhu heard these very proud words, he felt inexplicably wanting to laugh. So he really laughed: "Yeah, that's a culinary waste. And you are a culinary genius."
Yin Feng paused, opened his mouth, then paused again, and finally did not speak.
"You are a genius, you can do things that most people can't do. Every action you make when you cook is very natural and beautiful, making people who see you cooking feel that they can eat what you cook. This is a very happy thing. And the taste of that dish really makes people feel very happy. So, this is your light, and I think you can show Lu Xiao the light. "
"However, I need you to cook a very delicious and satisfying dish with only the index fingers and thumbs of both hands, and your arms tied with wooden boards. Can you do it, Master Chef?"
A cold sneer appeared on Yin Feng's face when he heard the last question: "Even if I only use two fingers and the whole body is tied with wooden boards, I can still cook meals that meet my requirements. This is the most basic. Your bottom line has nothing to do with your health.”