What did he think he was? A top international chef? He actually ordered blindly, asking for dead wood to rejuvenate. He had never even heard of it. Then, when Ximen Mingyue told him, he understood that it was definitely the legendary one.

Dishes - even international chefs may not be able to make them.

"Those two are in the kitchen?" Zhang Qian asked curiously.

"Yes!" Mo Qingyi raised his head, smiled, and said, "Mr. Xia was so angry that he almost stabbed someone with a knife. He was just causing trouble."

"Sir, let me write this!" Zhang Yuechan said, pointing to his homework book spread out on the table.

"Huh?" Mo Qingyi was stunned and looked at Zhang Yuechan in confusion.

"Miss Baolian and I are from the same department, and I am familiar with this topic." Zhang Yuechan smiled and said, "Don't worry."

"Oh... okay!" Mo Qingyi stood up with a smile, gave up his seat to Zhang Yuechan, and said, "I really don't study history, so I can't write this thing."

Zhang Yuechan nodded and said with a smile: "You can see it!" As he said that, he walked to the sofa on the side, finished it, took the newspaper directly and put it on the coffee table, and slowly flipped through it.

Zhang Qian looked at Zhang Yuechan and said to herself: "This person is really well-behaved."

At this moment, footsteps were heard upstairs, and Duanmu Baolian came downstairs wearing a royal blue glittering silver dress with her long hair pulled up.

"Pauline." The kitchen door opened, and Feng Tang shouted excitedly, "I know how to distinguish soup from salt."

When Duanmu Baolian heard this, she couldn't help laughing. She couldn't figure out why Ximen Mingyue had such a bad taste. When she arrived at Jinmeifang, she saw Xia Ying busy preparing dinner, and immediately took Feng Tang with her.

Go over and help.

However, Feng Tang couldn't tell the difference between soup and salt. He would rather starve to death than cook by himself. Xia Ying asked him to get a plate, but he just took a good blue and white one.

It was smashed.

Then, I don’t know what trick Ximen Mingyue used to get Feng Tang to agree to scramble an egg. However, under the guidance of Xia Ying, Mr. Feng waited for the oil in the pot to boil and cracked the eggs.

When he got down, he turned pale with fright, turned around and ran away.

Duanmu Baolian felt that she almost burned down the kitchen, and was at least a little more reliable than Feng Tang. Therefore, she went directly upstairs to change clothes, not intending to watch. As she watched, Feng Tang was just making a joke.

"I have long understood the difference between sugar and salt." Ximen Mingyue also walked out and said with his head tilted up.

"Baolian, my boss Baolian..." Xia Ying walked out of the kitchen, holding a kitchen knife in his hand, and shouted, "I beg you, please let those two young masters who can't tell the difference between sugar and salt

, don’t hinder me from doing my work.”

“Mr.

Let you become famous all over the world."

"Forget about the rejuvenation of your dead wood." Xia Ying shook his head, thinking about the rejuvenation of the dead wood that Ximen Mingyue just said. If he thinks about it slowly and tries it hundreds of times, he may have a chance of success, but right now, he

I don’t think I am a genius and can succeed.
Chapter completed!