The beauty collector of halberd

Just when everyone looked blank and hadn't started, the yellow-haired boy suddenly reached out and picked up a piece of oil cake from the table, slowly put it in his mouth, then tore off a piece, swallowed it and chewed.

"Ok"

In the next second, the yellow-haired boy's eyes widened and his face showed an expression of disbelief.

At the moment of the entrance of the noodle cake, the rich fragrance overflowed the mouth, which was several times more delicious than the pepper cake just now, and this tide of satisfaction was like the care of a mother when she was young.

In the memory, when he was a child, he cooked food entirely out of interest, but when his mother tasted the food he cooked, no matter how unpalatable, he ate everything completely, and smiled and praised him as long as Work hard and you will definitely become an excellent chef in the future

Had it not been for the death of his mother, he would not have become like this, nor would he hate cooking.

But but

The yellow-haired boy had tears in his eyes, choked up and looked at the cake in his hand. This cake can really awaken people's deepest memories!

"No, you can cry after eating a cake?"

"Is this the boss?"

"I don't believe that eating a piece of cake can make people cry!"

So, a group of unbelieving teenagers ran over, picked up the dough on the table and started chewing.

Suddenly, all kinds of beautiful memories of childhood appeared in the mind of the bad boy, and all of them burst into tears.

"If it weren't for my dad to go out all year round, no matter my mom and I, I wouldn't be so disappointed!"

"Why should I experience the pain of losing a loved one, and why"

"So when I was young, I wanted to be a teacher who teaches and educates people?"

"I am afraid that everyone will laugh when I say it. In fact, I also want to be a doctor who saves the wounded."

The diners were shocked when seeing the evil young man who was just a fierce and evil boy, holding his head in pain in a blink of an eye.

"It's just a cake, and it can wake up people's mind"

Before he finished speaking, he saw that the unbelievers diners took a bite of the dough, and he was different from the bad boy crying, but he had a happy smile on his face.

Seeing this magical scene, the diners around, including the middle-aged uncle, also picked up the noodles on the table and began to taste it.

"No, here you are."

With that, Lin Feng handed the bread in his hand to Nagiri Erina.

Nakiri Erina glanced at Lin Feng, then took the noodle cake from the other hand, Xiu nose lightly sniffed the scent of the cake underneath, then put it to his mouth, bit a small piece of noodle cake, and chewed in his mouth.

"Well"

Nagiri Erina's beautiful eyes widened, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

The crispy taste, rich aroma, and light sweetness, at this moment, it seems to be a perfect fusion, like a huge wave hitting the reef, hitting the taste buds of Nakiri Erina again and again.

The next second, Erina Nakiri closed her eyes and began to think.

This feels, this feels like

"Miss Erina, thank you for your willingness to try it"

"Ms. Erina, there are many other dishes to try in the future"

"Next there will be many chefs waiting in line for you to try it."

Because of the God’s tongue and for the sake of the Nakiri family, the young Nakiri Erina had to face a variety of dishes every day from an early age, and became more and more disappointed with the taste over time.

Until he met the unruly middle-aged chef, the dishes he made were completely different from the dishes that Erina Nakiri had tried so far.

That feeling is like a warm current surging from the bottom of my heart, gradually spreading to the whole body, I am very happy, if not for the next father,

"Naruto, what do you think? My little faces are wrinkled together!"

Lin Feng's words suddenly came in his ears, awakening Nakiri Erina from the memory...

Looking at Lin Feng's caring expression, Erina Nagiri blushed and said, "No, nothing."

Subconsciously, she looked down at the oil cake wrapped in yellow paper in her hand again, hesitated, put it in her mouth again and ate it.

Yes, that's right, Lin Feng's noodles are just like the dishes made by Mr. Bo before, and they feel very warm to eat.

Seeing Nagiri Erina lowered her head and continued to taste the noodles, Lin Feng turned around and looked at the yellow-haired boy and the others who were still holding a headache and crying. He cleared his throat and said, "Cry while crying, don’t interfere. Others do business."

In the next second, a scene that surprised the middle-aged uncle and others happened.

After hearing Lin Feng's accusation, the yellow-haired boy and others in front of them were not only not angry, but quickly wiped away their tears, and then showed a respectful expression on their faces, scrambling to speak.

2.8 "Big brother, thank you for the pancakes, thank you so much!"

"Brother, teach me kung fu, I will never make trouble again."

"Big brother, I must apologize to my parents when I go back. I really didn't let them worry about it before."

"Me too, I have to apologize when I go back"

"How could I be such a bastard before to make my parents angry"

It was just a "memory cake" that made a group of unhealthy teenagers cry and vowed to change their evils and return to the right. This is incredible to everyone!

However, Lin Feng looked calm, as if he had expected this scene a long time ago.

After all, real cooking is more than just medicine, it will burst people's clothes, and most importantly, it can also awaken the best memories in people's hearts..

Text 138. Very important things (second more)

A piece of bread brought back a group of bad boys who went astray, which was really shocking to everyone present.

The middle-aged uncle couldn't believe it. After his son ate Lin Feng's noodles, he choked and said a lot of apologies to him.

"Dad, I'm sorry, I used to be ignorant."

"Dad, I don't hate you anymore, I was wrong."

"Dad, from today, I want to learn how to cook, I want to be a chef."

"Dad, me"

While speaking, the yellow-haired boy choked again, tears overflowing from his eyes, and falling down his cheeks to the ground.

"Good, good, it's okay." The middle-aged uncle reached out and patted his son on the shoulder, smiling on his face in the sun and wind, tears overflowing from the corner of his eyes.