"I'm afraid the skills of each of them are not inferior to yours or mine!" Yang Ruoqing said.
"Ah?" Luo Fengtang was surprised.
"Especially that military leader Bai Laowu, he is even more unfathomable!" she continued.
Luo Fengtang always believed in her words.
It's not blind trust, but facts prove that she is right time and time again.
At this moment, Luo Fengtang was shocked when he heard Yang Ruoqing commenting on the seniors in the kitchen.
"Why didn't I notice it at all?" He scratched his head and said to himself.
Yang Ruoqing glared at him: "If you can see through it at a glance, can you still be called an expert?"
Luo Fengtang thought for a moment and nodded suddenly: "That's true."
"Qing'er, you still have sharp eyes. You can see it right away. Fortunately, I have been kept in the dark..."
Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled.
Reminds me of a scene in the movie "Kung Fu", which is somewhat similar to this.
In the movie, those masters hidden in the market are tired of the disputes in the world and want to live like ordinary people again.
So, why are these people from the kitchen hanging out here?
Yang Ruoqing thought about it secretly.
"It's just that if the military leaders are really masters with special skills, why don't they make contributions and achieve some success?"
What she was thinking about was directly asked by Luo Fengtang.
"You have a good body, but you have to condescend to the kitchen, cooking, playing cards and drinking wine every day."
"Isn't this just ruining yourself? I really can't think of it!"
He shook his head, sighing and feeling regretful.
Yang Ruoqing pondered, "They should have their own reasons,"
"Looking at their age, they are all uncles in their thirties."
"It's been more than ten years since they joined the army at the age of fourteen or fifteen. They must have experienced something when they were the youngest and most energetic, and that's why they are in this mess now." She analyzed.
Luo Fengtang nodded: "Qing'er is right."
He straightened his back and looked in the direction of the large kitchen with awe in his eyes.
This is respect for the strong.
Yang Ruoqing also cast her gaze towards the large kitchen in front, but there was a cunning glint in her eyes.
A master, right?
Hidden away, right?
Hehe, if you meet me, Yang Ruoqing, and you hide deep in the earth, I will dig you out too!
…
In the big kitchen room.
Bai Laowu hummed a little tune while pinching the meatballs, and then put the meatballs into a pot of boiling hot water on the side.
Beside, a guy came over.
"Fifth Brother, why are you in such a good mood today? Why are you humming a tune after losing money?" the man asked.
Bai Laowu glanced sideways at the man and said, "I feel happy."
"Lehe? Why are you so happy?"
"Hey, can't you tell? There's a pretty little girl in our kitchen. Fifth brother is happy!"
Another person on the side joked.
The person who asked earlier made his lips curl up: "She is Mr. Luo's little wife, and she has no role as the fifth brother. Why is she so happy... Oops!"
"Brother Five, why are you hitting me on the head?" The man covered his head and asked with an aggrieved look on his face.
Bai Laowu glared at him: "At our age, we can be that girl's father. You all should speak with some dignity in your mouth!"
The man smiled apologetically: "Aren't we kidding..."
"Some jokes can be made and some can't!"
Bai Laowu said with a low face.
"Qing'er is Luo Xiaozi's little wife, so I'm so happy!" Bai Laowu sighed.
Hearing this, the others also had new hidden smiles on their faces.
"No matter what that kid's identity is, I don't care about him just because of his body and appearance!" Bai Laowu said with emotion.
"Of course I also care about her daughter-in-law! Do you think this is true?"
Bai Laowu asked other people.
Others nodded.
When the fifth brother brought Mr. Luo to the kitchen, for the first time, he saw that Mr. Luo was wounded and smelled of blood.
They all have the same delusion.
It's like going back in time, more than ten years ago.
When they were a bunch of fifteen or sixteen-year-old recruits, the big shot broke into the barracks with a bloody wind...
It was that big man who shaped their lives and changed their lives.
It was him who took them to the pinnacle of life.
Unforgettable for a lifetime!
…
"The smell of cooking oil fumes is too strong and it's hot. I'm afraid it will burn you."
"Come on, come to the small canteen here and try Uncle Bai's cooking!"
Bai Laowu held a bowl of cucumber and meatball soup and greeted Yang Ruoqing into a small canteen next to the kitchen.
Yang Ruoqing glanced at the cucumber and meatball soup in front of her.
To be honest, this was somewhat different from the cucumber and meatball soup she imagined.
Cucumbers have lost their emerald green color.
Maybe it was boiled for too long, which gave it a decadent dark yellow color.
She picked up a meatball and took a bite.
The meat of the meatballs, after a lot of hard work by Bai Laowu, is delicate and yet elastic. It is indeed a good material.
However, there was too much salt, too little ginger foam, and too much sweet potato starch.
So when you eat it in your mouth, it's salty, fishy, and there are little lumps of sweet potato starch that haven't melted.
Seriously affects the taste.
For these big-eating men in the army, it is indeed a good meal.
But for her who is a foodie, it would be ten points out of ten, four points at most.
"How is it? Doesn't it taste good?"
Bai Laowu asked with a smile, his eyes full of expectation.
Yang Ruoqing put down the chopsticks in her hand and said to Bai Laowu: "It's Uncle Bai's signature dish. It tastes good."
Bai Laowu was very happy to hear her praise.
He puffed up his chest and said with a proud look on his face: "Did you know? I joined the army when I was twelve years old and worked as a gang leader in the kitchen for three years. I am very good at cooking."
"Uh-huh."
Yang Ruoqing smiled, picked up the bowl of tea next to her and took a few sips.
It's so salty, it's so salty.
After drinking a few sips of tea, she took a breath and said to Bai Laowu: "Uncle Bai, I can't eat your cooking for free. Why don't you give Qing'er a chance to show off your skills and give me some pointers?" How about the second one?"
Bai Laowu's eyes lit up: "Ah, you are so young, can you still cook?"
Yang Ruoqing smiled and said nothing.
Bai Laowu said: "That's it, the big stove happens to be empty right now. Let's go and do some picking. Uncle Bai, I'll give you some pointers!"
Everyone had already had lunch, cleared away the dishes and went back to the house to take a nap.
Yang Ruoqing and Bai Laowu entered the kitchen, and Luo Fengtang followed them in alone.
"Qing'er, it's such a hot noon, and everyone is taking a rest, but you still want to cook? What will you do when the heat breaks down?"
While Bai Laowu was leaving Xiao Gong, Luo Fengtang pulled Yang Ruoqing aside and asked in a low voice.
Yang Ruoqing smiled sweetly: "I can't bear to let go of the child, but I can't trap the wolf. When you are tired, go back to the house and lie down for a while!"
When you wake up, I have a big gift for you!
