Yu Ri, dad's home.

The three-year-old son who is playing with his partner jumped on his watery father like a duckling. Lotus root, arms and legs are tender, or can only be compared to other things, nothing.

My father is a chef in the palace, and he is not confused, but he often brings back some leftovers from banquets. Last time it was a cancer clip, which was harder than grandma's scissors.

Before it started, my father took it out first: the little man with radish on his plate and his eyes painted were lifelike. The duckling immediately held it in her arms and didn't give up. Of course, he has to move a stool for his father, which is the etiquette recently announced in the palace.

Later, he saw his father move out of the biggest grindstone in the house, and quickly staggered into the kitchen, holding the radish villain in one hand and his father's kitchen knife in the other. This is my father's fastest knife, flashing cold light. He knew that his father was going to cook another big dish for the king to taste.

Father is not the king's chef, but his cooking is the best among the ministers. He often cooks new dishes for the king to adjust his appetite.

The father greeted him quickly and looked at him faintly, for fear that the knife would accidentally fall to the ground and hit his son's little foot. Although that little foot is covered with mud, it is full, like a smiling peanut.

Father began to sharpen the knife.

In fact, this knife cuts iron like mud without grinding, and it is very fast. Looking at his father sweating profusely, the duckling felt stupid.

Mother went to pay homage. The servant moved out of the big case board that his father had been carrying since he debuted. It's heavy, heavy and big. Because of the soaking of greasy meat and the chopping of knives and axes all the year round, it sank in the middle, like a greedy ghost.

The son flew over at once! You know, this is his favorite hotbed. When I was young (when I was young), I used to lie on it and play. At that time, I felt so big that I couldn't touch the edge and couldn't climb out for a long time. Now I just touched the ground. Although my son is naughty and often sprinkles some drops of urine on it, it is precious boy urine, but it may not make his cooking delicious. Well, it seems that my son is really old, and I am really old.

My son lay happily on the chopping board, and then he calmed down. Without looking at the blue sky, he continued to play with his radish villain, and he almost dragged her calf down!

Father tried the blade with his fingers and came slowly. Without aiming, the duckling's first knife fell off, like an extra watercress. It's really a good knife.

In Japan and China, my father's cakes are all ready, not much. After all, he is only three years old. Clean the box with a common towel. Just as his wife came back, the chef hurriedly picked up the burden and went out.

"Don't eat?"

"The king is waiting for dinner. How can I wait? You don't know. Come back early to help me! "

"What is this?"

"The king said he had eaten all the delicious food, but he never tasted human flesh. What can I do as a loyal chef? "

This man's name is Yiya, and he is Wang's chef.