Chapter 136 Cook in person

Chapter 136 Cooking in Person

Farewell to the gentle hometown, Mo Qingcheng thought carefully and came to the kitchen.

When the mother in the kitchen saw that the mother-in-law came, she immediately mentioned a hundred hearts in her throat. She was recruited temporarily, but although the family is a little mysterious, it treats her servants very loosely and is not picky about eating, which is easy to serve. The only thing that makes her strange is that this family strictly requires her not to leave the house. What she usually eats and wears is written in advance, and someone will bring it back to her. However, this M Mother is also alone, and it's okay to leave the house. She is so happy that someone runs errands, and she can cook in the house at ease.

This mistress has just been here for more than a month, but she usually doesn't see much. When M Mother saw her for the first time, she felt that the woman's eyebrows were picturesque, and the strong and dusty temperament between her eyebrows made her like a fairy coming out of the painting. Since the arrival of the mother-in-law, this mother has been frightened to cook every day. This does not mean how picky Mo Qingcheng is and how harsh he is. It was this M Mother who had a certain anxiety in her heart and felt that the food could not be cooked a little worse, otherwise the fairy would be unhappy and anxious.

So, when I saw Mo Qingcheng coming to the kitchen, my first feeling was: Is it that the food cooked last night did not suit the owner's appetite? How can this be good?

The greasy hand of the kitchen lady wiped her apron and said timidly to Mo Qingcheng, "Madam, you are from Jin Gui'er. Why did you come to such a dirty place in the kitchen? If you have any instructions, I will go to see you in person.

Mo Qingcheng smiled sweetly and relieved the mother's tension. He opened his little mouth and said a word that surprised the mother in the kitchen. Mother, you have worked hard. I'll pick you up in the kitchen today.

M Mother is a little puzzled. What is this master doing in the kitchen? Mo Qingcheng saw Matriz's doubts and made a sound to solve her confusion: "Mother, of course, you can cook in the kitchen, otherwise what else can you do? Don't worry, I can borrow two hours at most, and I will never miss you."

Mama almost dropped her chin and looked at the fairy-like person and said, "Madam, it's not that the old slave doesn't suit your appetite, so you cooked in person..."

"Of course not. Mami's cooking is delicious. I cook this meal for special people, so I can make it myself to show sincerity."

Mama's eyes flashed and said, "That's easy to do, madam. Just leave the cooking to the old slave. You can watch it on the side and take it over later. The old slave said that you did it."

Mo Qingcheng shook his head and said, "M Mother, this can't be done. I said that I should do it by myself."

Seeing that Mo Qingcheng has been insisting, M Mother carefully asked, "Madam, can you cook?"

Mo Qingcheng laughed and said happily, "M Mother, how can't a woman cook? Well, you can watch me do it. There are some things that I don't know where to put them. By the way, you can also supervise me, so that your son won't be worried!"

Mami thought about it, and that's the only way to do it. If the situation is wrong, I will risk my life and protect my wife.

Since you have decided to do it, the first step is to determine what to cook, then prepare the materials, and then do it.

What Mo Qingcheng did, he had a belly draft in his heart for a long time, and now he has said it all the same. The main dishes are braised lion's head, Su-flavored roast duck, braised pork slices with fresh bamboo shoots, emerald chicken feet, soup, and a bitter duck heart white jade soup.

M Mother suddenly looked bitter when she heard Mo Qingcheng's menu. These dishes are big dishes, which are not easy to cook, and there is a possibility of failure even by yourself, not to mention this delicate wife. Looking at her hands, she doesn't look like a cook.

Mo Qingcheng looked at Mage's bitter face and asked hurriedly, "Ms, isn't it possible that there are no ready-made ingredients in the kitchen for these dishes I want to cook?" M Mother hurriedly shook her head and replied, "Yes, but there is not much left. If you lose, there will be no extra ingredients. The old slave was going to add some ingredients today..."

When Mo Qingcheng heard this, he couldn't think of what the kitchen Mage was thinking. He immediately laughed and said, "M Mother, you still don't believe me. Just look at it!"

Of course, Mo Qingcheng can cook. As an agent in her previous life, she must be familiar with every profession. Maybe one day, she will be sent to dress up as a chef, teacher or even a beautician to use these irrelevant characters to complete the characters. If you can't cook, how can you play the role of a chef? Isn't it obvious that it's wrong as soon as you go into battle? Therefore, Mo Qingcheng can not only cook, but also do a good job!

It's just that some seasonings in the previous life are different from those now. At the beginning, Mo Qingcheng took a lot of time to identify the seasonings. Looking at the kitchen Mage's increasingly unhappy face, Mo Qingcheng was too lazy to explain anything. Because action is the best way to explain.

An hour later.

The kitchen matan's eyes stared at the boss and looked at the table of dishes on the table incredulously. She closed her eyes, shook her head, and opened her eyes again. I found that it was not my old eyes that were dizzy, but that my wife really cooked so many dishes, and it only took an hour!

The lady over there is still sweating and stir-frying the last dish, and the kitchen Mama here has been shocked and speechless. At first, when I saw that Mo Qingcheng didn't even know much about these seasonings, the kitchen was silent in her heart and felt that this master was really a person who had never cooked. However, after a short time, Mo Qingcheng proved her mistake with practical actions.

"M Mother, Mother!" Mo Qingcheng shouted to the kitchen, "Hurry up and take out the crab I just marinated and steam it. Drunken crab is the best wine dish!" After listening to the order, the kitchen Mami quickly put away her surprise and quickly put the crabs in the steamer.

Waiting for everything to be done, Mo Qingcheng was also very satisfied with his masterpiece. Looking at the kitchen Mage's still surprised face, Mo Qingcheng couldn't help but feel funny. After thinking about it, Mo Qingcheng took a pair of clean bowls and chopsticks and pulled out some from each dish. Then he put the bowls and chopsticks in front of the kitchen and said, 'Mance, come and try it.'

Mother opened her mouth and just wanted to refuse, but she heard Mo Qingcheng say, 'Mother, this is my mistress's order. Don't refuse and try it quickly.' Of course, Mo Qingcheng knows that in the hearts of these old slaves, rules are more important than anything else. Eating the food cooked by the owner is a bad rule! Mo Qingcheng didn't want to spend a lot of words to persuade his mother to eat, so he directly brought out his mother's identity and ordered her to eat!

But this is also the most effective way. The kitchen Mami immediately stopped declining and tasted Mo Qingcheng's craftsmanship. As expected, seeing the expression of enjoyment from the kitchen Mage, Mo Qingcheng smiled proudly. Of course, everything produced by Mo Qingcheng is full of color, fragrance and taste!

Taking out the food box and putting all these dishes in, Mo Qingcheng ordered Mami to hold two jars of wine and walk with him.

Mama took two steps and felt wrong. She asked Mo Qingcheng, "Madam, aren't we going to the master's house now?" Mo Qingcheng shook his head and said with a smile, "I didn't say it was made for him. This is made for Yan'er."

When she arrived at Yan'er's room, the kitchen Mage put down the wine and retreated out knowingly.

Yan'er's face was obviously haggard. When she saw Mo Qingcheng coming to see her, she reluctantly squeezed out a smile. Mo Qingcheng patted her and said, "If you can't laugh, don't laugh. Why do you pretend to laugh? Your forced smile makes me feel more uncomfortable!"

After saying that, Mo Qingcheng bypassed Yan'er, put the food box on the table, and began to arrange the same dishes.

Yan Er guessed that Mo Qingcheng came to bring her food and said, "Madam, I have no appetite and don't want to eat. You'd better take it back!"

"Stupid girl, what are you talking about! I heard that you haven't eaten since yesterday. These are all made by myself. Come and have a look and say that you may not have an appetite at first sight. As he spoke, Mo Qingcheng also arranged all the dishes. She found a girl early in the morning and asked about Yan'er's situation. When she heard that Yan'er had not eaten since yesterday, she thought of cooking for Yan'er. At least Yan'er had to give her face, didn't she?

Yan'er couldn't resist Mo Qingcheng's kindness, so she had to come over. Looking at the dishes on the table, Yan'er was stunned, and tears fell uncontrolly. When Mo Qingcheng saw this scene, he had to sigh silently in his heart. He pulled Yaner and let her sit down.

Yan'er, who sat down, mechanically picked up her chopsticks and tasted these dishes one by one, and her tears fell uncontrollably. It's this taste. The lion's head doesn't like to be too greasy, and the chicken feet don't eat too spicy. The meat slices in the roast pork slices with fresh bamboo shoots must be tender. These are Wu Dong's favorite flavors!"

It turned out that Mo Qingcheng had long thought that even if Yaner looked at her face and ate something, she would not eat much. So she had an idea and ran to Zhong Xin to find out what Wu Dong usually likes to eat, so she thought of cooking these dishes. Since Yan'er likes Wu Dong, she naturally knows his eating habits very well. In this way, Yaner can be willing to eat more.

As expected, although Yan'er has been crying, she has never stopped chopsticks. Mo Qingcheng set up two large bowls and poured a bowl of wine each.

Then Mo Qingcheng sat down and said nothing. He pulled the roast duck leg all the time and drank it with Yaner while eating.

After drinking a few bowls of wine with his head stuffy like this, Mo Qingcheng looked at Yan'er without tears and smiled and said, "Yan'er, do you remember the first time we met when I first entered the general's mansion?"

Mo Qingcheng didn't wait for Yan'er to answer and said to himself, "At first, I thought we were rivals."