God of Life

The small stove is always burning and a lot of the students are roasting there.

A string of two pieces of meat is not too much to waste. Everyone is entertained and burned and cheerful to eat.

Of course, you have to cook it yourself.

Do it yourself, if it tastes bad, it's called an experience. If someone presses their head, it's called pig food.

So Wang Dazhao stepped in front of the furnace, and the students immediately spread out like pigs five meters away, afraid of being caught.

Hey!

Wang Yan sighed silently, carrying his hand behind his back, and lowered his head to measure the ingredients on the table.

At this moment, the sky is magnificent, the sunset, half the sky is dyed into flames, and the rays of light, like steaming, burn.

The golden warm sun shined on Wang Yan's face, giving him a brilliant shine. He really looked a little extraordinary masterful.

“The marinated ingredients will taste good. ”

Speaking to himself and sighing, Master Wang's right hand said: “String! ”

Thief Jill has the bigger.

But the string didn't move silly. It flew automatically into Wang Yan's hands, and the sand sculptors who were supposed to complete this cooperation were actually dazed!

As Yu looked around, he asked carefully: "Boss, what do you want? It's not on the table, is it? ”

“A pig?! ”

Master Wang suddenly broke his kung fu and his eyebrows scolded angrily: "Go find fresh meat skewers that have not been marinated! ”

“Oh!”

If the jade turns around immediately, splits his crotch and rushes towards the hotel.

“Ha-ha-ha...”

Fu Yushi and Lin Weiwei had to laugh. They stopped laughing for a while and waved goodbye to Wang Yan.

“Dog, let's go up and get changed. It's cold out there. ”

“Master Wang, come on! ”

“Get lost! Get lost! Get lost! ”

Wang Yan waved impatiently, took off his pose, sat down in a lounge chair beside the table, gazed at Yanxia, and was in peace and joy.

Reckless mountainous climate with pleasant hot springs, beautiful views and better sunsets.

Another group of sand sculpture students who took themselves as their big brothers, and trusted themselves and missed their good friends...

Everything's fine.

Without just one little glass, you can call it perfect.

Ping Zhi's little commune and dumplings, their conflict, doesn't really matter at all.

Because Wang Yanjin didn't intend anything to happen with his classmates.

So when they do, the youngest simply pretend to be a coward and let them play freely.

Ping Zhi and Xiaogang are actually settling a problem for Wang Yan.

For the trenches, what is truly scarce is friendship, not beauty.

When you become a rich person, you will understand that more than 80 points, the beauty in the conventional definition, is not at all complete.

Slightly lower the requirement, only if the wallet and waist are not enough, and there cannot be an empty window period.

And Wang Yan, despite vigorous efforts to raise standards and requirements, there are still many options.

Why did you do it to your classmates?

To make the dumplings sweet and sweet, they completely understand that Wang Yan is the gentlest and friendliest to them.

Quietly waiting for kung fu, a group of notified students returned and sat around the campfire, hip-hop laughing.

The waiter came over to help set the fire, sparking a row of screams.

“Wow, what a big fire! ”

“This is the first time I've ever been to a bonfire party. That's funny! ”

“Look at that goat. Oh, my God, he's drooling! ”

……

One day after the eleventh holiday, there were many guests at the Hot Springs Hotel, and many people quickly gathered when they saw the fire brewing over here.

A middle-aged man with a lover and child stood nearby and watched for a while, then rushed straight for words.

“Classmate, can you sell me some meat and rolls? I'm really sorry, but the kid's got a barbecue on him, and I'm just gonna ask him with a thick face. But don't worry, I'll pay for it and bake it myself, don't bother. ”

He was quite eye-catching. He could actually find that Wang Yan was the one who could make the decision.

Wang Dashuo turned his head and looked at the child. He found that she was a five-year-old girl, who looked like a pink jade. Her eyes were full of cravings, and her eyes were full of stares.

In a flash, Wang Yan's heart was aroused.

“You don't have to give me the money, I'll give you a few strings. ”

Waving his hand, Wang Yan turned to wave at the little girl, indicating that the middle-aged man needed no more fighting.

“Princess, what do you want to eat? Come and talk to your brother. ”

The child's mother pushed the little girl softly with a smile: "Yan Bao, go thank your brother! ”

Yan Bao walked toward Wang Yan in awkwardness. He held Dad's leg tightly. "Thank you, Brother, you are so kind! ”

“Yo, good boy! ”

Wang Yan was in a great mood and smiled softer and softer: “Brother, can I hold you? ”

“Okay!”

Little girls don't fake thoughtful responses.

The father of the child said, “Don't you like being hugged by others? ”

Yan Bao replied shamelessly with three words: "Brother handsome! ”

Oh, what a lovely little princess!

Wang Yanhaha laughed and held Yanbao and took her to pick the ingredients on the table.

“I want meat and intestines, but not vegetables...”

“All right, whatever! Brother, bake it yourself, okay? ”

Mentioning this, the little girl was a little hesitant: “Daddy baked it deliciously...”

Wang Yan was not discouraged and immediately changed his mouth: “Then Brother and Dad bake together, which is good and which is good. ”

Yan Bao nodded immediately.

There's more than one stove, a barbecue oven with a round iron net, and a barbecue grill with a long strip of carbon.

Put the little girl down, Wang Yan grabbed at least 20 lamb skewers, gently put them on the table, twisted them with one hand, then twisted a fan.

With the boost of [the beauty of posture], posture is picturesque.

“Little brother, professional! ”

The child's father raised his thumb in amazement and immediately began to wrap his arm around the net sleeve.

“After all these years of opening a hotel, I can't lose! ”

Yo, quite a fighter.

Unfortunately, when Wang Dahang Bi started to play beep, common sense was bullshit.

Lay the lamb strings on the barbecue grill not too slowly, and the show starts.

The right hand brushes oil evenly, the left hand flips quickly, even 12 times for 10 seconds, and each string brushes evenly, but not a drop of oil star drops onto the charcoal fire.

Charcoal grill skewers, the most important thing is to avoid open flames and cook evenly with heat.

What is uniformity?

In Master Wang's performance, even is a flat speed flip in seconds.

This is true of every lamb skewer.

Grease and gravy, securely locked in a skewer.

When sprinkling salt and chili noodles, it is absolutely impossible to pile up nests, otherwise salty, light and inedible.

Sprinkle the ingredients in a heavenly flower, then quickly gather the meat skewers, with shaking, remove the excess ingredients, and finally sprinkle them with cumin and slowly roast for another 30 seconds...

A golden lamb skewer is fresh out of the oven.

It's obviously the heaviest way to cook fireworks, but in Wang Yan's hands, there is no fireworks.

Lightweight lifting and excessive swimming blades.

Master style, everything.

With a gaze around him, Sand Sculpture roommates and newly returned Lin Weiwei and Fu Yupo stared at each other and began to doubt life.

Is this the legendary cooking idiot, gastrointestinal killer?!

This is a fucking barbecue stall on the street, right?!

Wang Yan did not care what they thought. He knelt down and handed it to Yanbao, smiling and squinting at the children.

“Good boy, the first one is yours. If it tastes good, thank you brother! ”

“Knock knock! ”

The little girl swallowed her mouth and nodded wildly.

After taking the meat skewer, you can't be hot, click just one bite, then suddenly stare at the ball.