The Ice and Fire Chef

Very nice. Zhang Wei doesn't want any more water 😊

Stop scolding, stop scolding, 👴 I can't even get likes

Hey, why does this book have the same name as the pornographic novel I read back then?

Author: Pumpkin Disobedient There was an old man on the bed. Under the bed, a young man stood aside with his head bowed. There is a low table next to the bed. There is a plate on the low table with scrambled eggs. The old man is eating eggs. "Do we have any eggs?" The old man said. "No more, these are the last two." The young man replied respectfully. "The eggs are gone. It seems that my time has come." A trace of sadness flashed in the old man's eyes. "Ah Dan, let go of those old hens that don't lay eggs. It's time for you to leave. Go to Beijing and never come back." "But I know nothing but scrambled eggs." "This is enough. Anyone who can eat your scrambled eggs is a blessing that he has cultivated in eight lifetimes." Beijing, Ah Dan is on the streets of Beijing. Ah Dan stared blankly under the electric pole. There was a note on it: "Recruiting n male public relations people: Requirements: Young and handsome, strong body, witty conversational salary: Easy work, monthly salary of more than 10,000 yuan." Ah Dan didn't pay attention to this, he stared at the bracket under the note: (Recruiting another chef). The person who was recruiting was a fat man, and Ah Dan found that there were already several chefs who had arrived before him, all of them carrying all kinds of knives, pots and bowls, and looking very impressive. But he had nothing, so he couldn't help but feel a little timid. "What do you know how to cook?" At some point, it was Ah Dan's turn, and the big fat man looked impatient. "I can scramble eggs." Ah Dan felt that he was just an egg, an egg that was about to be scrambled. "What, scrambled eggs? Do you really know how to scramble eggs?" The big fat man looked shocked, and everyone in the lobby focused on Ah Dan. "Yeah, I can only scramble eggs." Ah Dan became more and more nervous and his voice became smaller and smaller. "Just wait, don't go away, I'm going to find someone." After saying that, the big fat man turned around and entered the back hall. Ah Dan stood in the lobby at a loss, listening to the chefs pointing around. "If you are so young and can scramble eggs, you are probably a liar. You will see how he makes a fool of himself." "If you are young and don't learn well, you will learn to lie." "What is scrambled eggs? Why haven't you heard of it?" The question was asked by a young chef. "Twenty years ago, after the most famous fuck king in Beijing disappeared, no one dared to scramble eggs." Came an angry voice. Everyone turned around and saw that it was one of the chefs who had applied for the job. He opened his mouth to speak, but saw that a piece of his tongue was missing, which was very scary. "The King of Fucks? This is an interesting name. Why is he called this?" "Because not only is he good at frying eggs, but he is also a very fucked up person." "Scrambled eggs can only be a myth for chefs. No one can fry them well, except the King of Fucks. Unfortunately, he disappeared twenty years ago. No one knows where he is. He may be dead. Alas!" Ah Dan wanted to run away immediately, but when he thought of the big fat man's instructions, he couldn't help but hesitate. Ah Dan's head was getting lower and lower, almost touching the ground. When he was about to collapse, he suddenly heard a commotion in the inner hall and two people rushed out: walking in front was a tall and powerful old man with a straight waist, a long beard, snow-white without any mottled color, a pair of eyes bulging outward, and his eyes were shining brightly, not angry and self-powerful; closely followed was a fat old man, but he had a kind face and kind eyes, and his whole body was round and round. His eyes were half closed, as if he could never wake up. The tall old man rushed into the lobby and shouted: "Where is the person who can scramble eggs? Where is the person who can scramble eggs? Come out and let me see you." When Ah Dan saw this situation, he was so frightened that he shrank into a corner and did not dare to make a sound. "Is that you?" No matter where Ah Dan is hiding, he will eventually be found. The two old men looked at Ah Dan, with a hint of disappointment in their tone, "I thought he was an old man, but it turns out he's just a kid. Are you the only one who can scramble eggs?" The tall old man grabbed Ah Dan and said, "If you dare to lie to me, see if I can Pull your head off!" The fat old man gently took off the tall old man's hand and said with a reproachful look on his face: "Boss, the boss is not young anymore, what can he do to scare this kid?" He turned to Ah Dan and said, "Don't. I'm afraid, my brother is so good when it comes to scrambled eggs, no wonder him, no one in Beijing knows how to scrambled eggs since the last time twenty years ago, we are both greedy for it. It's up to you to show your skills today, haha!" In an instant, the lobby was well decorated, with clean white chopping boards, neat and bright natural gas stoves, stainless steel woks and various kitchen knives, spice jars, pots and pans all arranged in an orderly manner. There was nothing else on the chopping board, except for four complete eggs. Standing in front of the stove, Ah Dan was no longer nervous. The place he was most familiar with in the past twenty years was the kitchen. Only here could he find the confidence that was almost wiped out in the big city. The tall old man looked at Ah Dan and said proudly: "Well, the conditions are not bad, you can fry." Ah Dan glanced at the various furnishings, raised his eyelids, and said lightly: "I can't fry." "Why? Are you bragging?" "No, there are three reasons why I don't fry eggs: I don't fry if there is no stove; I don't fry if there is no oil; I don't fry if there are no eggs." Upon hearing this, the two old men looked at each other, with joy on their faces. The fat old man spoke: "This stove is a Jindi brand natural gas stove with thirty-six small holes and twelve large holes for air supply. The firepower can be adjusted freely, and it has a circulating air supply system to ensure complete combustion of natural gas. It is equipped with a Boss brand range hood, which is absolutely environmentally friendly. Do you meet the requirements of this stove? Read on. This oil, Golden Arowana brand pure vegetable blend oil, has a ratio of saturated fatty acids, monounsaturated fatty acids and polyunsaturated fatty acids of 0.27:1:1, Which absolutely meets the requirements of human health. Southern Weekend has a special report on this this week. I can't say the conditions of this oil, right? The eggs from the plateau chickens that were just taken out of the chicken coop today are..." Before he could finish his words, Ah Dan said coldly: "This is not an egg, it is a duck egg." "Ah! You haven't touched the egg with your hands, and you haven't broken it. Why do you say it is a duck egg?" "The difference between eggs and duck eggs is based on color. You can see it clearly in the color and shell. The color of real native eggs is brown, and the color of duck eggs is white; the shell texture of eggs is delicate, unlike this duck egg, which has rough texture. The most important thing is: real native eggs will never grow so big," Ah Dan said as he stared at the eggs. "Haha, you are indeed a master. You can see through mysteries with just one glance. Yes, this is a duck egg. This is why our brothers want to test you. Come on, please change the egg!" There was a commotion in the lobby, and the roaring voice came again: "You can do it with just your eyes. Chef Shino can tell the difference between eggs and duck eggs. You know, even a real old hen can't tell the difference between eggs and duck eggs. They hatch the same eggs. "Yeah, I didn't see it. It's really amazing!" It was the young man's voice again. "Don't talk about you. The chefs in Beijing say at least 30,000 or more than 100,000. There are only a few people who can distinguish eggs from duck eggs with the naked eye. I think this person will be able to fry extraordinary eggs." The man who spoke in a loud voice looked scary, but his words made people want to listen. "Boss, why are you so familiar with scrambled eggs?" The young man yelled strangely. "Haha, I'm just a few years older than you. Twenty years ago, I ate scrambled eggs once, and I suffered from the problem of unclear speech. Do you think I'm not familiar with it?" "Ah, it's so awesome, let's hear it!" "Haha, let's talk about it when we have time. You can see that he has already started to scramble the eggs." There was silence in the lobby. Only the roar of the burning natural gas was heard. Ah Dan picked up four eggs from the chopping board, slowly cracked them one by one, and poured them into a large bowl. Then he held up the bowl with his left hand, picked up a pair of ivory chopsticks with his right hand, and started stirring quickly. The movements were getting faster and faster, and the egg slurry was hit more than a foot high, but it seemed to be held by a thread, and then fell steadily into the bowl. Heat the pan, pour the oil, and lay the eggs in one go. There is a popping sound, and the egg droplets burst out of the pan. The egg droplets that emerged after the egg slurry of the four eggs were fried have reached the edge of the pan. In an instant, the aroma overflowed. As Ah Dan's spatula flew around, there was a frenzy of shoveling, and he lowered the egg into the pot and put it on the plate. As the egg flowers were put into the plate, the surrounding aroma seemed to be enchanted, and they were all put into the eggs. Several young people who were watching couldn't control themselves, and followed the scent and rushed straight to the stove. Fortunately, there were ropes around to protect them, so they stopped their steps and regained consciousness. Ah Dan raised his hands flat on his chest and slowly pressed them down until his hands were hanging on the seams of his trousers. He stood aside and finished the work. I saw that the two old men were impatient, holding chopsticks and running forward. After chewing wildly for a while, the two of them immersed themselves in eating and had no time to comment. Halfway through, the two old men looked at each other, with tears in their eyes. "Second brother, how many years have you said you haven't eaten scrambled eggs?" "Twenty years, twenty years! At that time, a meal of scrambled eggs was thought to be dead, but I didn't expect that I could still eat it twenty years later, but the person holding the spoon has changed." "Tell me, who are you, the fucking king? Tell me, where is he?" The tall old man glared and looked directly at Ah Dan. "Fucking King? I don't know you." Ah Dan was a little confused. "Good boy, how dare you lie? Let's see how I deal with you!" The tall old man stood up and was about to step forward, but Ah Dan took a few steps back in fright. The fat old man grabbed it, winked, and asked: "Young man, can you scramble another plate of eggs right away and let everyone else have a try?" Ah Danmian said in a difficult tone: "No, I have a rule. I can only scramble one plate of eggs a day. I have already fried them today, so you can only scramble them early tomorrow morning." "Hahaha! You can only scramble one plate of eggs a day! Who else can set such a fucking rule? I don't care who you are, the chef is yours today! I wonder if you are willing?" Ah Dan was overjoyed. He didn't expect that he could get a job with a plate of scrambled eggs. Dad was right: as long as you can scramble eggs, that's enough. The young people watching on the sidelines have given up. In the past few years, the economy has been in recession, and everyone has been laid off. This job seems to be hopeless, but we still have to fight for it: "No, we haven't cooked yet, so we have to compete." The tall old man sneered: "Humph, if any of you have the ability, take a bite of the remaining eggs and see who has the nerve to argue with me again." The young man could not bear the excitement, so he rushed over, picked up his chopsticks, and picked up a piece. "No!" There was an exclamation from outside the venue, and there was that roaring voice again. It was too late, but soon, the egg was also put into the mouth. I saw the young man chewing rapidly, and the muscles on his face seemed to be shaking uncontrollably. As his chewing movements increased, a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth, and he could not stop chewing. His expression was extremely terrifying. Everyone was frightened. Ah Dan hurried over, aimed at his mouth, and punched him. The young man sprayed all over the floor. Only then did he stop his crazy movements. The fuming chef quickly stepped forward and took a closer look at the things on the ground. There were scattered pieces on the ground, and it turned out to be the young man's tongue! "How can ordinary people eat the scrambled eggs from the Fuck King's family? I haven't spent more than ten years cultivating qi. When I first tasted its deliciousness, I couldn't help chewing it like crazy. If I couldn't control it for a moment, I would bite off my own tongue. Twenty years ago, I didn't know the depth. I ate it once and bit off half of my own tongue; today You repeat the same mistake, but bite off your entire tongue. It seems that you are no longer as good as me." The angry man looked at Ah Dan, "It has been twenty years, and the chef world has been peaceful for twenty years. It seems that your appearance will cause a bloody storm again." Ah Dan watched him shake his head and leave, as if in a dream!

The third young master of the Tang family is the best in the world. Holding a potato in the left hand, pinching a tomato in the right hand, Sitting on the moon in the east of the city, watching the dancing sister Jiao. The elves are bloodless, and their ears are full of tricks. When you dream, you must call it a divine plan, and the princes dare not play with the flames of war. The world is dominating and no one can stand with it, and the third uncle of the Southern School is unbeatable. The world is still innocent in the wind, and the white crane in the sky has forgotten its words. However, Jin Yong is riding a crane, but it is a pity that the ancient dragon died young. I only saw a squid diving, and finally the hero's ambition disappeared. Looking at the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, Tang San is invincible in the world!

I remember that I bought a pirated copy of this book, and the two copies were gone. The first one was basically nothing, and the second one was so pornographic that I was embarrassed. 😏 The second half is the book of Hey Hey.

Let's look at the original Little Yellow Book, tsk tsk, ugh.

I just feel that I have deleted a lot. I feel a little sorry for my Qidian coins.

The great god in my heart actually has so many people complaining about him

I have never liked reading novels before, and this is the first novel I have ever read. 🙏Then there is the Crazy God

When I read this book, I bought it three times and the teacher tore it apart twice. Now I don't have the same feeling when I read it again.

Can anyone tell me how to report a work?

This book can be read as a pornographic novel

Um... In the early stage, you do food and practice, in the middle stage, you fight monsters and kill people, in the later stage, you kill gods, and in the end, you cook food. Does the middle part have anything to do with being a cook?

Is this the first time I gave up on San Shao's novels? The protagonist possesses seven artifacts with different attributes, and he also uses them to make kitchen knives? ? ? It really feels like an insult to my IQ. It's all just for the sake of publishing comics and games...

The free book list arrived, and when I turned back to read it, I was surprised to find that San Shao was indeed an old keyboard.

There is no ban. Is it because of the online masters? I've seen a few completed books that the masters stopped writing and got 404's.

Did you find a problem with Tang's description of male appearance? The more men and women are indifferent, the more handsome they are. Some of the men in his paintings with peak looks can be identified as men or average women. I think according to his description, the most handsome ones are shemales.

Very rz, just a beginner's article

Where did these two pictures of Ice and Fire go? They are still genuine! I tui

Can't we report someone who spits? But reporting personal attacks and name-calling is more than enough. Scolding the third young master and the third sister-in-law. Personal attacks are one step away. Then the book review area will be much quieter.

Hahaha, in the end, the protagonist Nian Bing married 5 wives, and three of them were willing to live with him. It was really awesome. There were all kinds of life-or-death emotional dramas. The female characters all wanted to fall in love with the protagonist when they saw it. They fell in love with the protagonist inexplicably. Self-strategy is the most fatal. The protagonist is all kinds of cheats. Except for the protagonist, everyone else is brainless... After watching for a long time, I can't see where the protagonist is witty...

I also read "Children of Light", which I was interested in writing, at the time, and I remember reading almost all of San Shao's books. (I don't remember this book being pornographic. Could it be that I read the abridged version?)

It's always broken, always broken. Do we have to think about the missing ones ourselves? Why are you looking down? It's the real version, tui

I was reminded of this book recently while reading food articles. I was naive and fell in love because the food in the book looked delicious, until the wheel of a car ran over my face... I was still a primary school student back then🤦‍♀️ But it was also the first food article I read. Although I didn't finish it, I miss it.

You take a bite and I take a bite, everyone is a spitter

To be honest, this book is very well written.

Our inspector's group said that we can come here to improve our performance...

The previous books by San Shao were all pretty good, but I haven't read any of them since this one. When I saw the introduction to this book, I almost felt sick to death! Totally bullshit

The magic part is good, because there is no magic in real society, so the author uses his own writing style to write it well. The cooking part is rubbish. Cooking exists in real society, but the author never combines and innovates with reality. He just comes up with a dish and says it is delicious. The specific delicious details are never explained clearly. It is recommended that the author doesn't know how to cook, so just don't add it indiscriminately. Final summary: The author's writing is good, but the new themes he added are close to the real society and he writes randomly without studying. Therefore, this novel can only be rated 1 star out of 5.