C6 Return to the Restaurant

Although the restaurant's business was not bad, it was still in the village, so the beautiful sister-in-law normally didn't start preparing the ingredients until around 4 PM. When Zhao Ziloong arrived at the restaurant, his beautiful sister-in-law was busy washing dishes and choosing dishes.

She sat on a small stool and lowered her body. Zhao Ziloong stared at her and felt a burning flame in his heart.

After hearing Zhao Ziloong's footsteps, the beautiful sister-in-law subconsciously turned around. When she saw Zhao Ziloong, a trace of surprise flashed across her face. "It's you! Your body is getting better?"

"That's right, I feel much better today. I'm afraid that Beautiful Sis won't be able to take care of everything by herself, so I ran over to help." Zhao Ziloong nodded and said as he retracted his gaze.

"I guess you have some conscience. I was just about to buy some fruits to take a look at you, but I didn't expect that you would already be here." Her beautiful sister-in-law's pale pink lips were beautiful, but her words were very hypocritical.

"Beautiful sister-in-law is too polite, it's just a small problem."

Zhao Ziloong smiled lightly and walked over to pick dishes with her.

"Huh? Your skin has actually become so white and smooth. How strange." When Zhao Ziloong walked closer, the beautiful sister-in-law's eyes widened in disbelief.

"How can she be compared to you, beautiful sister-in-law?" Zhao Ziloong said with a smile.

"What the hell is the use of having white skin? If that guy can't do it, then what kind of man is he?" Beautiful sister-in-law's expression suddenly changed. She yelled at him in a bad mood, "Clean these vegetables and then peel four or five melons to wash them clean and cut the silk."

Watching the beautiful sister-in-law leave, a trace of a sneer flashed across Zhao Ziloong's eyes: "Don't be arrogant. Hurry up and eat. I don't care about you for now. Just wait for them to leave and see how I'll deal with you."

Zhao Ziloong thought to himself, but he wasn't slow at all.

He washed the ingredients and dried them, then returned to the kitchen to wash the potatoes and cut them into shreds.

He had worked under her for two months, but he didn't have the chance to cook. He just helped her wash the vegetables and accompany the dishes. At most, he would cut her into shreds.

If one were to talk about his sabresmanship, it was truly not something to be praised!

Not counting the uneven thickness of the cut, four or five potatoes could be cut for more than ten minutes. The beautiful sister-in-law's oil was hot and she was so anxious that she wanted to cook it, but the potatoes on his side could not be cut out. For this, he was scolded many times.

However, today, when he held the kitchen knife, he felt his palm become much steadier.

When he cut down the first time, the white potato chips bloomed like flowers. Zhao Ziloong seemed to have realized something as he felt the blade descending.

As he continued to ponder, the speed at which he was slashing started to slow down, while the shredded potatoes became even. Although their overall appearance is still unsatisfactory, they have made significant progress over the past.

After the five potatoes were sliced, it took no more than eight minutes. The time was one third faster than before.

"That's strange. What happened to me today? I was sick, yet my blade technique improved so much. This should be the power of that Qi skill, right?" Zhao Ziloong looked down at his palm and his face was filled with joy.

Zhao Ziloong was in a good mood. After he finished what Beautiful Sister-in-Law had arranged, he picked up the homemade menu. His father, Zhao Laicai, had specifically gone to the county to buy this for him. He wanted him to learn how to cook properly.

On the day he bought the book, the old man had only nibbled on two sesame seed cakes and a round trip ticket. In total, he had only spent three yuan. Buying books for him cost a total of 58 yuan, which showed how much hope Zhao Laicai had placed on his son.

Strange to say, Zhao Ziloong usually read it like it was the Book of Heaven. He couldn't read it, but today, wherever he looked, he knew it all.

He closed the book and closed his eyes. The method of reading the few dishes flashed through his mind. He believed that as long as there were sufficient ingredients, he would be able to cook those few dishes.

Previously, he came to cook because he didn't want to anger his father. Besides, it wasn't lonely to see his beautiful sister-in-law cooking everyday. Only now did he truly feel a hint of happiness from it.