"How long?" Qin Huai asked curiously.

"2~3 years."

Zheng Siyuan looked at Qin Huai without saying a word.

But it seems you only took 2~3 minutes.

Although he has never been a beginner, he does not look like a beginner at all.

Zheng Siyuan seemed to understand why his father wanted to take Qin Huai as his disciple so much. Even though he knew there was no hope, he still didn't give up and bought an apartment in the neighborhood next door.

He also had some thoughts.

Although Qin Huai has no creativity, his imitation ability is a bit too strong.

The noodles are out of the pot.

After steaming, the dough has swelled a full circle. The shape of an apple was not visible at first, but now it looks a bit like it at first glance.

"Now there is only the last step left, coloring." Zheng Siyuan put aside his desire to become a disciple and continued to explain.

"All natural pigments are used to color pasta. Generally, cocoa powder is used to color brown, beet is red, and spinach juice is green. Of course, purple yam, purple potato, carrot, and yellow fruit can also be used.

color."

"As I say, it all depends on the chef's imagination."

"As for whether you can mix the right color, you need a lot of trying. Of course, I have a fixed formula left by my master."

Zheng Siyuan used beet juice to mix a bowl of color with a fixed formula, divided Qinhuai into half a bowl, and picked up a brush: "There are also many ways to apply color. The brushing is more delicate, and you can also apply it by hand. If necessary, remove the dough.

Just soak it all in or even roll it around."

Zheng Siyuan began to color the fruit, and Qin Huai knew that this was the time to truly test the artist's skills.

So does Qin Huai have the skills of an art student?

No, if he had, he would have earned the 100,000 yuan himself.

Qin Huai had noodles in one hand, a brush in the other, and half a bowl of beet juice in front of him.

After pondering for a moment, Qin Huai quietly took two steps towards Zheng Siyuan and poked his head to see how he was doing the brushing.

Zheng Siyuan:……

Zheng Siyuan brushed it, Qin Huai brushed it once.

He dipped it in beet juice, and Qin Huai dipped it in beet juice.

Chen Yingjun, who was watching from outside, noticed it and muttered: "Why is Master Xiao Qin always learning from Master Zheng? He does what Master Xiao Zheng does."

"Don't worry about it." Chen Huihong said, "Don't worry about the chef's affairs."

After a while, an apple that looked fake and real was born in Zheng Siyuan's hands.

After a period of time and two seconds, an apple that was enough to look real was born in Qin Huai's hands.

Zheng Siyuan:......?

Qin Huai:!

Although the shape is different, the result is good.

Zheng Siyuan looked at Qin Huai: "You really haven't learned anything?"

"No." Qin Huai shook his head, "But I don't know why, but it feels so smooth. I rarely feel so smooth when I'm learning to cook."

Zheng Siyuan put down the fruit, went to wash his hands, and took a look at his phone.

His father Zheng Da sent him a WeChat message an hour ago.

Dad: Siyuan, how is the situation? Has Xiao Qin been severely beaten? Just do what you are best at, apple noodles, and let him learn while doing it. Let him have a comparison and let him know that fingering cannot be practiced in one day.

OK, now the top priority is to practice the heat.

Dad: Don’t be too ambitious, don’t think that every time you come out, it’s more important than anything else. You can practice fingering slowly later.

Dad: How is it? Has he been hit hard?

Zheng Siyuan replied silently.

Zheng Siyuan: No, he is quite happy.

Zheng Siyuan: I was a little shocked.

Zheng Siyuan:[Picture]

Zheng Siyuan: Dad, guess which of these two apples is his? Which one is mine?

dad:???
Chapter completed!