Cheng Haoran's wishful thinking was very good, but he overestimated his cooking skills. Looking at Xie Yuxuan's dazzling operations when cooking, he almost suspected that he was a kitchen idiot. Is this too complicated?
Isn’t it just cooking?
Is it necessary to be so fancy?
When they were in the army, they all ate big pots of rice, and they ate wild vegetables when they were on missions. Therefore, for Cheng Haoran, the food does not need to look good, it just needs to be delicious. He never pays attention to anything when cooking.
Even though it looks good, it's still delicious.
There really is no harm without comparison. The rice cooked by Xie Yuxuan is full of color and flavor, comparable to a Michelin restaurant.
You are an architect and the hidden boss of a money laundering group competing with other people's cooks for jobs. What about your face?
Cheng Haoran would never admit that he was jealous, and his tone was sour, as if he had just drank half a bottle of vinegar: "Professor Xie is a top student who graduated from New Oriental."
Xie Yuxuan didn't know what New Oriental was about and looked at him doubtfully.
"New Oriental Chef School." Cheng Haoran answered the question enthusiastically.
Xie Yuxuan twitched the corner of his mouth. He felt ashamed of Cheng Haoran's rhetoric and simply kept silent.
Of course, chatting is interesting only if it comes and goes. A person's chatting will inevitably have a boring feeling of how lonely it is to be invincible. Xie Yuxuan didn't talk to him, and Cheng Haoran had no interest in continuing to squeeze on him.
Not only did I not want to squeeze him, I also didn’t want to help him. I couldn’t learn it anyway, so why did I have to help him wash and pick vegetables? He was not idle.
Is it because the TV is not good to watch, the mobile phone is not fun, or the snacks are not delicious?
Cheng Haoran snorted, dropped the vegetable basket, shook off the water stains on his hands, and went out.
Xie Yuxuan didn't care about his rejection. No one was talking about him, and he was very happy.
After being hit, Cheng Haoran went to He Siyi to comfort him. He Siyi hid in the room drawing pictures, not worried at all about the fight between the two men downstairs.
"Ah Si." Cheng Haoran knocked on the door and came in with a hurt expression on his face.
He Siyi smiled: "What's wrong?"
"I ask you a question seriously, and you have to answer me seriously." Cheng Haoran said with a serious face.
Seeing that he was suddenly so serious, He Siyi thought something had happened, so she put down her pen and nodded.
"Is my cooking better or is Xie Yuxuan's cooking better?" Cheng Haoran asked.
He Siyi:......
This was not a serious question. She was startled and thought he was going to ask something.
"Really want to know?" Seeing how serious he was, He Siyi smiled instead.
Cheng Haoran nodded, wanting to know too much.
"To be honest, Professor Xie is slightly better in this regard." He Siyi said honestly, Professor Xie's cooking is really delicious.
Cheng Haoran covered his chest as if he was injured, and even fell onto the bed behind him in an exaggerated manner: "I'm injured. I need A Si to kiss me before I can get up."
He Siyi:......
"Then just lie down." He Siyi was too lazy to pay attention to his childishness, lowered her head and continued drawing.
Cheng Haoran failed to get a kiss, so he got up by himself, moved to sit next to her, rested his chin on her shoulder, and made up his mind: "When I return to China, I will go to New Oriental to sign up for a chef training class."
He Siyi chuckled and glanced sideways at the head on her shoulder: "Cheng Haoran, how old are you but you are still so naive? What's the comparison? Professor Xie is also very good at architectural design. Do you also want to study as an architect? Why?
Why are you always competing with him?"
Cheng Haoran thought to himself, of course it's because Xie Yuxuan coveted your beauty.
Of course he's not stupid. Since He Siyi doesn't know, how could he be so stupid as to point it out? It's best never to know.
"Okay, get down quickly. Professor Xie is a guest. Don't leave him cooking alone." He Siyi pushed the head on her shoulder, and a big head rested on her shoulder. She couldn't even draw.
Cheng Haoran was greatly pleased by the words "Professor Xie is a guest" and kissed He Siyi's cheek before going down.
Xie Yuxuan was still cooking in the kitchen. Several dishes were already placed on the restaurant table. Cheng Haoran entered the kitchen again like an uncle and almost shouted "Chef Xie".
"Ahem, Professor Xie." Cheng Haoran changed his words in time and asked: "Professor Xie has so many things to do, I didn't expect that he still has time to study his cooking skills."
"Isn't it even more surprising that a man like Mr. Cheng, who has a rich family and a mouth to wear, can cook?" Xie Yuxuan spoke calmly.
"It's not surprising. I am a young master from a wealthy family with all-round development of morality, intelligence, body, art and work. If my family goes bankrupt one day, I won't be able to survive without any skills." Cheng Haoran followed the good example.
Xie Yuxuan:......
I don’t know if I have fully developed my moral, intellectual, physical and artistic skills, but I am really thick-skinned.
After being defeated in the first confrontation, Xie Yuxuan decided to shut up to avoid being angry to death. If he was really angry to death, then he would probably be the first man in history to be angered to death by his love rival. He would be recorded in history and be remembered by future generations.
Laughed at for a hundred years.
"Professor Xie, I'm particularly curious, are you of mixed Chinese and French descent?" Cheng Haoran obviously did not intend to let Xie Yuxuan go so easily.
Xie Yuxuan hummed tiredly.
"Then where is your ancestral home?" Cheng Haoran sounded like a curious child.
Xie Yuxuan shook his head with a normal expression: "I don't know, I haven't heard any elders mention it."
"That's it." Cheng Haoran changed the subject: "Then you learned your cooking skills from your elders in the family?"
"Yeah." Xie Yuxuan replied calmly.
Cheng Haoran clapped his hands: "Then I guess your ancestral home is from the capital city. Maybe your ancestor was an imperial chef. Looking at the dishes you cook, each one is more exquisite than the last, and the names are also retro, like the imperial meals of ancient emperors."
His guess was not completely unfounded. He had been to the capital many times. Palace cuisine was one of the favorite cuisines among the aristocratic circles in the capital. His friends had taken him to eat it several times. His impression of the palace cuisine was that it was complex and elegant.
Each Natori dish is more elegant than the last, and the presentation is also more exquisite than the last.
Therefore, when he saw the dishes made by Xie Yuxuan, the word "palace cuisine" suddenly popped up in his mind, and then he "unintentionally" tried it out.
"Really?" Xie Yuxuan replied fluently: "I don't know about that."
"It's been more than a hundred years since the Qing Dynasty fell. It's normal for you, a banana man who grew up in a foreign country, not to know." Cheng Haoran smiled and pointed to the dish he had just laid out: "Is this dish ready?"
Xie Yuxuan nodded.
Cheng Haoran picked it up smoothly: "I'll help you take it out."
Xie Yuxuan turned his head and glanced at his back, his eyes deep and dangerous.
He didn't know whether to say that Cheng Haoran was lucky or that he had actually found something. He actually guessed the identity of his ancestor.
Of course Cheng Haoran was lucky. He just made a casual guess and how could he have missed the truth? Owen has been hiding behind the scenes of the money laundering group as the big boss. It took the Interpol headquarters many years to find Xie Yuxuan.
, if Cheng Haoran had seen through Xie Yuxuan's abilities at a glance, he would have been put in prison long ago.