Ye Chuhan smiled and stood up: "Tang Wanyao, Tang Wanyao, sometimes I really don't know if you are smart or stupid!"

Looking at Ye Chuhan's leaving figure, Xining was stunned. What's wrong with this guy? Did she say something wrong?

"Idiot!" Mo Ming scolded: "Of course it's not right. Who said so directly when talking about friends? What lawyers or property notarization? Why don't you tell me about signing a post-marriage agreement and write the divorce agreement together?"

That's how I grabbed my head. There's no way. In the past, I had to talk about friends to do tasks. Besides, Ye Chuhan's temper was so weird that he didn't beg her, so he just put himself in the shoes of the other party.

But Ye Chuhan was quite happy. No matter what, making him laugh was the first step to success.

Mo Ming: "God, why don't you give me such a great talent? Can't you give me a normal one?"

Xining blinked her eyes and gave it to you normal, aren’t they all dead?

"I'm so angry." Mo Ming might be really angry, and then stopped talking.

It's really strange. A system can get angry and I don't know how the program is compiled.

I lay in bed heartlessly for a while, but didn't know what I was thinking in my mind. It was time to prepare supper again.

I need to go early today and cook some delicious food to reward Ye Chuhan who performed well. Seeing the vicious female supporting role who was trying hard to show off her charm, she was in a very good mood.

When we arrived at the kitchen, all the people were already busy. There were so many people who were as busy as hotels and could not cook.

The chef squeezed in front of Xiao Zhang first: "Ms. Tang, what dish are you planning to cook today?"

"Drunk Chicken!" Xining opened the refrigerator door next to it, put it in the bowl at noon, and put it out, with chicken pieces marinated with rice wine.

Roasted chicken, the chef smiled and said, "Ms. Tang, if you need us to do anything, just give me instructions."

"Okay." Xining went to the side to start the pot, using a casserole.

Drunk chicken is often braised, but today she plans to not add soy sauce.

The best wine to use is Shaoxing wine. When pouring it, it will be half a bottle and cover the pot. After a while, when the pot is hot, the fragrance will float out.

Everyone took a deep breath, and the smell of wine was so fragrant.

The chef couldn't help but twitch his nose, and ordinary home-cooked dishes could be cooked so fragrant.

The casserole is slowly cooked here, and other dishes are prepared here. When the chicken is almost cooked, the dishes are ready.

Seeing her start cutting pineapple, the chef guessed that it should be roasting pineapple rice. In Southeast Asia, there are a lot of tropical fruits, and pineapple rice is a local specialty.

Others cut pineapple into diced, but she always cut it into shreds.

She stir-frys the pineapple rice, not steamed it in it.

Seeing her skillfully stir-frying in the pot, the chef really didn't want to watch it. This is called fried pineapple rice, which is not authentic at all. She also has to add diced onions, green beans, corn, carrots, sausages and other ingredients. She is good, she doesn't put anything, just pineapple and eggs.

Even if you are not ready for pineapple, you should prepare a big pineapple, dig out the meat in the middle, and put it into a container to put rice. Such an inappropriate thing is simply called pineapple egg fried rice.

After finishing it, Xining placed the things on the tray and asked the servant to carry them together.

When I saw that there was still some rice left in the pot, I should have done it on purpose. I usually cooked and put it away.

The chef picked up a spoonful, scooped a spoonful, and put it in his mouth.

Several chefs gathered around and looked nervously: "How is it smelling?"

The chef chewed slowly in his mouth, and the speed was very slow. Finally, he put the spoon, turned around and went to the desk. He picked up a peeled pineapple and started cutting it.

I cut it very seriously and I have never seen the chef do something so seriously.

A chef came to his senses first, immediately picked up a spoon and scooped a spoonful, put it in his mouth, and savored it with his eyes closed.

How about it? The rest of the people continued to watch. This performance should be delicious, which made the chef unable to help but make pineapple rice tonight.

The chef opened his eyes and almost burst into tears...

"It's delicious!" Ye Chuhan looked at the pineapple rice in the bowl in surprise, which was fried with pineapple and eggs. The pineapple was cut into thin strips, and after stir-frying, it became quite soft and completely mixed into the soft and smooth eggs. It was perfect with the slightly elastic rice.

Although it looks a bit rough, it tastes more delicious than any other ingredients with mixed ingredients. Compared with the pineapple rice I used to eat, the ingredients were overwhelming.

As a diner, Ye Chuhan knew that if he wanted to cook such a rice, he could only have a very good grasp of the heat.

Seeing that the other party was just consuming it, he picked up a piece of chicken from the casserole. He also had to eat the chicken in the pot with one piece less than one piece.

After all the rice and chicken were finished, there was not even a plate of vegetables left, and Ye Chuhan was still not satisfied.

The chicken is fragrant and tender. I have never eaten chicken with such a strong aroma of wine. Compared with it, only chicken is terrible. But chicken is cold, and it is indeed a hot dish.

Ye Chuhan couldn't help but: "There are too few, prepare more in the future."

Xining leaned on the back of the chair: "Calories must be calculated strictly, and don't get fat when the time comes, which will affect the beauty."

Ye Chuhan... It takes good food to get rid of its calories, and at worst it can be more than half an hour of fitness.

Xining was quite sad: "You know how to eat so well, most of the time you eat it."

Ye Chuhan...you also eat a lot.

At this time, the chef came over, followed by a chef holding a tray: "Miss Tang, please give me some advice."

Xining turned her head and looked at him: "What's the matter first."

The chef placed the tray on the table with three lids on it. Opened the metal lid and was three-point pineapple fried rice.

The chef asked humbly this time: "I tried it several times, but I couldn't stir-fry the taste of Miss Tang. I don't know what went wrong."

It happened to be the right time. I hadn't eaten enough pineapple rice just now. So Ye Chuhan picked up a spoon and scooped a little, put it in his mouth.

I frowned slightly, and the difference was a thousand miles away, and the taste was indeed a bit different.

I tried the two basins next to me, and they were almost the same.

The chef's tongue has also been trained for a long time: "Miss Tang should have added white vinegar. I tried it several times, whether it is more or less, or when stir-frying pineapple, it always doesn't have that flavor."

"I can't say this!" Xining refused directly: "I'm planning to use this trick to open a restaurant to make a living when I go out. If I tell you, what would you exchange for me?"

The chef looked embarrassed: "I will do everything I can to do what Miss Tang wants."

He hasn't been so specialized in cooking for a long time, but once his desire for knowledge is opened, he feels uncomfortable if he doesn't figure it out.

"As long as I can do it, I will definitely do it. Otherwise, I will take Miss Tang as my teacher and teach me a few dishes!" The drunkard chicken just now was cooked, but the pineapple rice was not enough.

Looking at Tang Wanjun without saying a word, Ye Chuhan was so angry.
Chapter completed!