Feng Yin was not disturbed by Lin Yu’s photos at all. She was very organized in her work and had a set of procedures in her mind.
What to do, what to cook first, which dish is made first, and which dish takes time, are all arranged.
So once she started cooking, she rarely thought about it and even said less.
At the beginning, Li Sanyi was surprised by Lin Yu’s photography skills, and now Li Sanyi is shocked by Feng Yin’s knife skills.
A potato was turned into potato slices in Feng Yin’s hand a few times, and then turned into silk.
The roots are separated, at the same thickness, and arranged neatly, making Li Sanyi doubt his life.
Why doesn’t he know his artist and his skills!
Next, cut into shreds, slices, and cuts all things. None of them was difficult to keep Feng Yin. Although the production had not started yet, just one preparation made Li Sanyi stunned.
“Feng Yin, what else do you have that I don’t know?”
“What?”
Feng Yin, who had been immersively cutting vegetables, looked back at Li Sanyi.
“Is this… a skill?”
Feng Yin turned around calmly, fired, and prepared to cook.
Wash the rice and put it in the pot, start cooking, don’t worry.
All two natural gas stoves were used. Feng Yin turned around and took out an electric wok, washed, soaked oil, and debugged it.
Start cooking.
Hot the pan and cold oil, stir-fry the onions, ginger and garlic, and the taste instantly rises.
The green vegetables were rushing into the pot, and Feng Yin held the pot in one hand and rolled the spoon.
While rolling the spoon, the other hand accurately held the small spoon and scooped out a little seasoning from each seasoning jar and sprinkled it into the pot little by little.
As the spoon ended, the green and greasy vegetables were out of the pot.
“Take it away, put the table, wash the dishes.”
Three orders, Zhang Boer served the dishes, Li Sanyi washed the dishes, Lin Yu continued to shoot, and even started recording the short video.
And at this time the wind chant has begun