Listening to Xiaofeng's words and looking at the look of longing on his face, Young Master Le smiled and asked, "What about Xiaofeng? What kind of life do you want to live?"
"Me, I want to open a small shop and sell some food. I can master all the cooking skills your son taught me. If I open a shop, the business will be very good." Xiaofeng said confidently.
"Okay, Xiaofeng will definitely live the life he wants to live." Le Gongzi said softly.
"It's the life we all want to live." Xiaofeng said persistently, aggravating his words.
"Yes, yes." Le Gongzi nodded and smiled. Although he agreed on the surface, he secretly said in his heart that he would definitely let Xiaofeng leave here and let him live the life he wanted.
The kitchen is clean and tidy with everything in it. The Tianyuan has two cooks, and the two are preparing dinner for Young Master Le and them. Seeing Young Master Le coming, the two put down the things in their hands and asked Young Master Le what he wanted to command.
"No, you guys are busy with your work, I'll take a look first, and I'll prepare some things that the distinguished guests will use tomorrow." Young Master Le waved his hands to signal the two to continue their work.
The two cooks came down and turned around to continue their work.
Young Master Le looked at this and touched that in the kitchen, with joy in his eyes. Xiaofeng followed behind to watch this scene, and his heart was a little sour. In the eyes of the world, Le Gongzi is proficient in everything about qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is especially good at playing the qin. But who knows that what Le Gongzi likes most is not these. What he likes most is cooking. The young man does not have a strong appetite, but he likes to cook delicious food very much, and he likes to study dishes. He prefers that others eat his food to affirm his sense of accomplishment.
It's just that Changqinglou does not allow the young master to be contaminated with fireworks, and he will not allow the young master's hands to become rough. And the matter of cooking, compared with Fenghuaxueyue, is simply irrelevant, no, even the difference between clouds and mud. If you know that Young Master Le does these things, the guests will feel that Young Master Le has no style and will not like it, so Young Master rarely has the opportunity to cook by himself.
And now, the distinguished guest has designated Le Gongzi to make a hot pot for him to eat. Maybe in the eyes of others, the distinguished guest seems to be a little bit of jianle son, but Xiaofeng knows that his son is very sweet.
Mr. Le was busy in the kitchen for a while, and sorted out all the kitchen utensils that will be used tomorrow. Only then did he leave the kitchen with Xiaofeng still unfinished.
"I don't know if the distinguished guest likes the brown sugar glutinous rice hollow pills. I will get up early tomorrow to make some. There is also a white flour cake with a little jam in the middle..." Le Gongzi said as he walked.
"Is that the jam that the young master made himself? Was it made with cane sugar and fruit?" Xiaofeng's eyes lit up when he heard it. He likes sweets, and the son secretly cooked jam once, and the taste has made him fond of it until now. The jam can be directly soaked in water or eaten in a steamed bun.
"Yeah, I don't know if the guest likes it or not." Young Master Le muttered.
"I definitely like it, I definitely like it." Xiaofeng Chicken nodded as if pecking at the rice. "That distinguished guest seems to like food very much. Young master is doing this now. They can't stop it this time, right?"
"I think you like it better." Young Master Le looked at Xiao Feng with gleaming eyes, and said with a sullen smile.
"Everyone likes the delicious food your son makes, who doesn't?" Xiaofeng laughed.
(End of this chapter)