Sweet Planting Life of Two Young Masters

Just when everyone did not react, Fang's identity as a dark cooking chef was exposed.

Fang's father couldn't bear to look directly at the side, watching his wife's blank look distressedly, and sighed deeply in his heart, and sighed deeply for his ineffective son who had exposed his mother's true face.

Now Fang Ke is eighteen years old, and they have been married for nearly 20 years. The fact that Fang's mother's cooking is bad has never been discovered by anyone.

Fang's father was the first to discover.The two have an extraordinary family background. They used to open their hands for meals since they were young. There was a chef and they never had to cook by themselves. When the two were young and dating, they didn’t know what the mother saw, and suddenly suddenly Qixiang said that she was going to cook him a meal. That was the first time she had cooked. Under the guidance of the chef at home, she confidently took it to Fang's father.

Fang's father had a stomachache all night and almost dialed the emergency number.

Later, he used the excuse of loving his girlfriend and never let his mother cook again.

After getting married, Fang's enthusiasm for cooking ignited. She often went to the kitchen to ask the chef how to cook various dishes. I don’t know if it was due to a woman’s intuition. He doesn’t move a mouthful. In order to prevent others from discovering his wife’s small characteristics, and to prevent Fang’s mother from being sad, Fang’s father is always obliged to be a taster. As for the chef, he also gave a large bonus as a chef. Seal fee.

Now, the secret he had kept for nearly 20 years was revealed by his second son.

Father Fang walked over and patted his wife's shoulder comfortingly.

Fang's mother turned her head aggrievedly to look at him: "Really...is it ugly?"

Her husband is the only one who has eaten the food she cooked, and the only one who can give her the answer.

At his wife's expectant and worried look, Fang's father thought for a while and nodded heavily.

Fang's mother was dumbfounded, her eyes flushed, her tears fluttering and shaking."Why haven't you told me?"

"I didn't expect anyone else to eat." Father Fang smiled bitterly.

Fang Huai: "It's alright, mom, don't blame my dad. Why don't you think about how to rescue this fish."

For Huai, this fish is of extraordinary significance, but the fish that the three brothers caught together, now there is only a fish head left, making him unwilling to think about it.

"The flour has been mixed with the fish, and it can't be distinguished." Fang Ke couldn't help but asked, "Mom, you are making fish balls. How did you think of mixing the flour with the fish?"

"Isn't it this way?" Fang's eyes widened in surprise: "First chop the fish into minced meat, then wrap it in flour, and then it can be fried in the pan."

Fang Huai went crazy: "At least he has to be a ball!"

"..."

Fang's mother blinked, and finally realized what steps she had overlooked, she suddenly exclaimed and covered her mouth.

She remembered, what the chef taught, beat the fish into minced meat, then round it into a ball, wrap it in flour, and then deep-fry it!

But... But now... She looked at the big basin, which was almost all flour, embarrassedly buried her face in her husband's arms.

"It's a shame that it was wasted." Fang Huai muttered, "The fish we caught with so much effort can't be just wasted, right?"

This fish was all his painstaking efforts, if it was wasted like this, Fang Huai would be sad to faint after thinking about it.

He muttered in a low voice, took the washbasin outside, put the washbasin on the stool, sat opposite him, and sighed.

Fang Yan ran to him curiously, squatting next to him and staring at him, waiting for him to figure out a way.

I wasted a few drops of nutrient solution for this fish, but I can’t just forget it so easily!

After thinking about it for a long time, Fang Huai frowned and said, "Inkstone, do you think the fish cakes are delicious?"

"Fish cakes?"

Before Fang Yan could give an answer, Fang Huai rejected it again: "This fish is not enough to make pie filling." He sighed and said, "If only a few more fish can be found."

Fang Yan blinked, and immediately thought of his own angry space.

But he quickly realized that there were a lot of vegetables in his space, and he also drank a lot of chickens, ducks, cows, sheep, pigs, all kinds of meat, but no fish.

He was thinking about digging a fish pond before, but then somehow forgot it.

Fang Yan thought for a while, and called Xiao Bai's name inwardly.

Xiaobai immediately responded to him: "What's the matter? Master?"

"Xiao Bai, can we dig a fish pond in our space?"

"Fish pond?" Xiaobai scratched his head and said, "It can be."

"That's great." Fang Yan smiled and bends his eyes, just do as he thinks, and immediately said: "Then please ask Xiaobai to help dig a pit as big as a fish pond.

noob:"……"

Did it shoot itself in the foot?

But the master has spoken, and this smart housekeeper has no reason to refuse.Xiaobai barked twice, and quickly turned his head to dig a hole in the ground as he said.

The fish pond in the space has been solved, but the fish outside has not been solved yet.

Fang Yan sighed along with him.

"I'll look for it." Fang Huai checked his cell phone again: "What can be put with the fish?"

As he checked, he whispered: "But even if I find it, there is nothing here, even if I can do it, there is no way."

Fang Yan blinked, wondering whether to tell him about his magical space.

His space told his mother and elder brother, but he hasn’t told the second brother yet.Fang Yan hesitated: Mom said, the less people know about the existence of his space, the better, so he can't tell his grandparents, oh, the second brother is also within the scope that he can't tell.

However, Fang Yan hesitated again seeing how entangled his second brother was.

Before he could come up with a decision, he suddenly heard Fang Huai's excitement "Ah", as if he had a way.

He raised his head and saw Fang Huai looking around in the yard.

I searched for the wild vegetables I picked in the morning and the sausages hanging under the eaves. I went to the kitchen and secretly took out the piece of tofu I bought before.

He washed all the ingredients, chopped them into fine pieces, and finally poured them all into a large basin.

While stirring, Fang Huai said righteously: "Anyway, it will definitely taste better than plain noodles in the end."

Fang Yan: "..."

He lowered his head and glanced at the big pot, which was red, green and green, which was not unsightly.

But... But Fang Yan felt inexplicably that his second brother seemed to have some potential to be a dark cooking chef?