Nan Song also didn't expect that the "future basketball superstar" she met by chance on campus would actually show up in Shiwei's kitchen and become her nephew's close disciple.

Fate is really hard to explain sometimes.

"Your name is Azhe?" She remembered that his classmates called him that.

The young man's hand trembled slightly, he raised his head and glanced at Nan Song, his face turned even redder, and he quickly lowered his head, "Yes, my name is Si Zhe."

"Si Zhe."

Nan Song chewed on the name, looked at the young man's eyebrows, and asked, "Who is your priest?"

Si Zhe was startled, "Do you know my brother?"

They are indeed brothers.

Nan Song did not say anything about her relationship with the priest, but only said: "Who doesn't know a popular star?"

"Oh, that's right." The young man scratched his head naively, showing an innocent and handsome smile.

It's hard not to be affected by such a smile. Nan Song's voice was light and gentle, "I want to make a braised lion's head. Your master is busy, so come and help me."

Si Zhe responded hurriedly, "Yes, Grand Master Uncle."

The beautiful sister suddenly turned into an uncle. The young man felt like he was in a dream. Why was everything so unreal?

Lion head is a Huaiyang hard dish that requires a lot of effort. Nan Song is always particular about ingredients. The meat chosen is Jingqi Shenshan black pork leg. After the pork leg is taken out, it is reduced to a half-ice state and cut into pieces with a thickness of about 2 mm.

Then cut the meat into strips, cut it crosswise into thin dices, and handed Si Zhe a machete, "Chop it."

Si Zhe was immersed in Nan Song's uncanny knife skills. He had always thought that Master Ding's knife skills were already very good, but he didn't expect that there were even more powerful ones. Nan Song's knife skills were fast and beautiful, and the meat was cut perfectly.

Like handicrafts.

If he didn't believe that this young girl was his uncle at the beginning, he couldn't help but disbelieve it at this moment.

Nan Song is not used to dictation when teaching. She starts teaching directly. She does not hide any skills or reserve them, but how much you can learn depends on your own ability.

Si Zhe was very quick with his skills, and he studied very seriously. He asked questions when he didn't understand something, and he was as serious as a good student.

Ding Mingyang stood aside, looking at the two people getting along well with each other, and smiled happily.

As long as Nan Song is willing to teach, it means that this kid has passed the test.

You brat, you are very lucky to be favored by your uncle.

After making the lion's head, Nan Song ordered a few more of Cheng Xian's favorite dishes. He heard a commotion outside. Shu Ying and Si Duo came over. They were recognized by many fans and asked for autographs and photos.

Si Zhe looked outside and immediately hid behind Nan Song, panicking like a deer encountering a tiger in the forest.

"What's wrong?" Nan Song asked.

Si Zhe hunched over and stared at her eagerly with deer-like eyes, "Sister, please save me. I can't let my brother know that I work here, he will be angry!"

In his desperation, he forgot about Grand Master Uncle and called sister directly, without even realizing it.

Not sure whether he was attracted by these beautiful and innocent eyes or coaxed by the soft and soft "sister", Nan Song's heart softened and he automatically covered the little guy and walked out, leading Shu Ying and

The priest entered the box.

Looking at the priest again, she suddenly felt that the two brothers from the Si family didn't look much alike. Apart from their slightly similar facial features, their temperaments were completely different.

The priest is cool and cold, while the priest is like a little sun, with light on his body.
Chapter completed!