Chapter 135 Barbecue

When Bai Mo saw the bad smile of the mother and daughter, his heart tightened and had to nod his fate and said, "I have a small request. I hope you can agree?"

"What are the requirements?" Han Yuqin asked with interest. Yang Zhiyan also pricked up his ears to listen to Bai Mo's requirements.

Bai Mo said, "I have an ancestral recipe for cooking. I can't be present when I cook it, so I want to ask you and Zhiyan to leave the kitchen, otherwise I can't do the effect I want."

Han Yuqin thought it was Bai Mo who was afraid of make a fool of himself, so she nodded with a smile and agreed. Yang Zhiyan looked at Bai Mo disapprovingly and hummed, "What's the mystery? What recipe do you have? Why have I never heard you talk about the recipe?"

Bai Mo said, "This... recipe is always a little mysterious. I shouted on the street, didn't everyone hear it?"

Yang Zhiyan pushed Bai Mo out of the kitchen at a glance and asked him to cook at the end. Today, Yang Zhiyan cooked a dish by himself for the first time, which is called letting Bai Mo taste his master craftsmanship. Bai Mo was so scared that he secretly made up his mind to remember the dish made with Siyang Zhiyan. He must not eat it. Even if he pretended to be stupid, he could not eat it. Bai Mo doubted whether his innate martial artist's body could resist the toxicity of that dish.

Han Yuqin, Yang Zhiyan's mother, quickly cooked a few meals, and Yang Zhiyan also brought up the food he cooked. When Bai Mo saw it, he immediately stared at the dish and seemed to remember the appearance of the dish.

Yang Zhiyan glanced at Bai Mo and proudly put the dishes she cooked on the dinner table. She said to two people who could only hear the voice, "Husband, I will show you your dear wife's cooking skills today and let your stinky husband know that your wife is not a vegetarian."

Bai Mo looked at the dish confidently and thought, 'Well, this dish is quite decent, at least the color, fragrance and taste are okay, but I don't know how it tastes." Bai Mo praised fiercely on the surface, "Honey, you are so awesome. I know at a glance that that the dish is made by others. It is the best in the world. It must be delicious. I'm afraid that the most delicious China in the world is not as delicious as the plate of scrambled eggs with green peppers you made."

Yang Zhiyan felt very useful when she heard Bai Mo's praise. It was the happiest thing for a girl to praise her by her beloved. After all, women are those who please themselves.

When Yang Zhiyan saw Han Yuqin coming out of the kitchen, she immediately fucked the white ink and jumped away. She didn't want her mother to laugh at her. Yang Zhiyan ran to Han Yuqin and served her dishes. Han Yuqin smiled at Bai Mo and said, "Xiao Mo, the kitchen is all yours. Go ahead."

"Yes!" Yang Zhiyan also encouraged him to say, 'Xiao Mo. Go quickly, we can wait for your ancestral secret recipe to shine and surprise us, hehe! Without waiting for Bai Mo to answer, he pushed Bai Mo into the kitchen.

Bai Mo looked helplessly at Yang Zhiyan with a smile in the kitchen and said, "Honey, won't you understand your husband?"

"Why not?" A trace of cunning flashed in Yang Zhiyan's eyes and said, "I'm very considerate of you. My husband has shown strong self-confidence, and it is natural responsibility to support you as a wife. I want you to show it well in front of my parents."

Bai Mo touched his nose and said, "Why do I think you are hurting me when you said this?"

"There is no!" Yang Zhiyan immediately denied, "Husband, cook quickly. We are all waiting for you. I'll go out first." With that, he gave Bai Mo an encouraging look and closed the door by the way out of the kitchen.

As soon as the door was closed, it was pushed open again. Yang Zhiyan's little head came in and said with a smile, "Husband. Come on!" He blinked and slowly exited the kitchen.

Bai Mo looked at the kitchen helplessly, and all kinds of seasonings were available. Yang Zhiyan's kitchen was very clean and shouted. It seemed that a woman who made dishes was different. Bai Mo could imagine what it would be like if Yang Zhiyan's father Yang Defeng's home to cook.

Bai Mo can no longer control so much. He recalls the scene of kneeling in the valley to cook barbecue. Although he has done it many times in the past two years, it is a small amount. He doesn't want to hang in the valley to do dozens or hundreds of catties at a time.

"Haha, let me show my skills today!" Bai Mo wanted to take out a few large frozen pieces of meat from the refrigerator.

Fortunately, there is a lot of meat in the refrigerator, otherwise Baimo really can't make barbecue, so he can't make grilled vegetables.

Bai Mo's barbecue method can be regarded as the best in the world. Even his master's people with such a tricky mouth fell under Bai Mo's barbecue. You can imagine how beautiful the meat taste of Bai Mo's test is.

Anyone can barbecue with true qi, but others can't learn white ink barbecue, because it is based on the unique true qi of white ink. White ink barbecue needs to be heated with the unique coldness of white ink, which can ensure the deliciousness of barbecue to the greatest extent. With some seasonings, you can make the meat flavor as much as possible. The meat was cooled down with cold qi and lowered to the best temperature for people to eat. At that time, eating barbecue was simply endless aftertaste. When Bai Mo's bad master accompanied Bai Mo to look at the stars that night, he thought of "I can't be late for Xiaomo's barbecue in the future", which can be seen. In this sentence, the barbecue is completely based on the unique true spirit of white ink. If you want to imitate others, the meat may also be delicious, but it is definitely not as delicious as the white ink roast.

Bai Mo threw the meat in his hand into the air, gathered the true qi with his hands, and dragged his head with the true qi to prevent him from falling down. Under the action of Zhenqi, those big pieces of meat kept spinning. The true energy of Bai Mo's hands continued to warm up, the ice on the meat began to melt, and the drops of water continued to slide down the texture of the meat, but when Lu Donga was about to go, it turned into water vapor and dissipated in the air.

The song oil in the meat slowly oozes out of the surface of the meat, but it is quickly steamed, constantly oozing out, and constantly steamed dry. Gradually, the surface of the meat turned golden yellow. Seeing that the opportunity was right, Bai Mo freed a hand and gently waved to the condiments beside him. The condiments flew into the air at the same time. Under the control of Bai Mo's true qi, they dispersed and then gathered together, then separated and then aggregated. After that, the condiments were matched. Bai Mo made a casual move, and the matched seasoning flew over, dispersed around the meat, and surrounded the meat in the middle.