Chapter 11

Xun Mochen and Su Qianmian walked around for a long time and bought a lot of things: In fact, Su Qianmian was selfish. He made a large table of delicious food for Xun Mochen, which made him happy. The school signed the signing contract quickly. Don't stop holding on yourself.

But the key to the problem is that Su Qianmian is not very good at cooking. Buying vegetables is not based on what to do, but on which dish looks better, or the color is brighter. The whole selection process is a beauty pageant.

Back to the villa, Xun Mochen answered a phone call, which seemed to be from the company. He is always not slow and restless. The complicated things are in his hands in an orderly manner, and his eyes that know everything can often hit the nail on the head.

Su Qianmian stretched out his head from the kitchen and confirmed that Xun Mochen was answering the phone. He would not come to supervise the work for a while. He took out his mobile phone with a smile, surfed the Internet, and quickly looked through the recipe collection.

If Xun Mochen knew that she made it by looking at the recipe, then the impression score will be greatly reduced, and it will become delicious.

Who said that? The difference between an ordinary person and a chef is that the taste of a dish cooked by a chef can be fixed, while ordinary people are different every time. This also proves that the creativity of the grassroots class is infinite.

Su Qianmian thought that although she can't make the chef's exquisiteness and deliciousness, she can make a taste that Xun Mochen has never tasted before, so she can't make a bad judgment based on her usual experience and comparison.

Su Qianmian decided to do some of the ones she likes first.

Su Qianmian cooks roasted eggplant. When the oil was almost good, she suddenly felt that the eggplant cubes were a little too big? However, when the time was tight, Su Qianmian picked up the kitchen knife, chopped a few knives like chopped dumpling stuffing, and then threw it all into the pot and kept stir-frying. Then... Well, some eggplants are fried, some eggplants, cough, not cooked yet, charred on the outside and tender on the inside... The first dish failed...

Then the second dish failed in Su Qianmian's nervous panic.

In fact, Su Qianmian usually cooks well, but it's all home-cooked stir-fry. The most luxurious thing is stewed chicken nuggets with potatoes. Now if you want to please Xun Mochen, you can't make a plate of fried potatoes first, then a plate of chicken nuggets, and then a plate of potato stewed chicken nuggets. In this way, Xun Mochen can pour fried potatoes and chicken nuggets together, and then say happily, "Wow, another plate of stewed chicken nuggets with potatoes!"

She felt cold when she thought about it. She could even think of Xun Mochen throwing herself out with potatoes.

But the two dishes in a row were invalid. Su Qianmian didn't dare to be careless any more. He began to make some stir-fry that he was good at, and calmed down and continued to create.

It's just that I haven't made a few food yet. Xun Mochen is already urging Su Qianmian: "Isn't it all right?"

Hearing the footsteps, Su Qianmian was very nervous. After a sense of oppression that was about to be discovered, she rushed to the door of the kitchen and hit Xun Mochen's chest, who was about to come in.

- a solid chest.

Su Qianmian finished firmly. He covered his forehead to please him and said quickly, "Junzi is far away from the kitchen. Mr. Xun, wait a minute. I'm almost done." Then he raised his hand and looked at the watch: Shit, it's been an hour and a half! Md, if he is so hungry, Xun Mochen probably hates himself even more.

Xun Mochen was really unhappy. Looking at Su Qianmian's forehead and the hand covering her forehead, he was stunned for a moment, which made Su Qianmian have a warm illusion that his breath was getting closer and closer to him. But Xun Mochen didn't say anything in the end. He turned back to the living room, picked up the newspaper for an hour and read it again.

Su Qianmian looked at the watch too much: Shit, it's been an hour and a half? With such a hungry Xun Mochen, he must have hated himself even more! Su Qianmian is sweaty.

The last dish: braised pork.

Her best friend Hang Yanqian once taught her how to do it. It is said that it is the best one found on the Internet. Although Su Qianmian has no practical experience, he still has a theoretical foundation.

Su Qianmian heats the oil, put in two spoonfuls of white sugar and two taels of fresh ginger (a large piece) cut into ginger slices and stir-fry for a while.

Hang Yanqian said that it would be good when the sugar turned light brown and bubbled. Well, this should be light brown. Su Qianmian thought about it and put in the streaky pork cut into pieces and stir-fry until the color turns yellow. Then add water and add half of it. I thought that the water should be heated, so I quickly replaced the cold water with boiling water.

There should be no difference between cold water and boiled water...

Add a little soy sauce, salt, vinegar and fennel. Add carrots about ten minutes before starting the pot - that's why you want carrots! Su Qianmian said that the carrots were cut into the pot.

Clap your hands - after the water is drained and the pot is ready, and the braised pork is made!

But... Su Qianmian looked at a pot of boiled white meat and didn't know what went wrong.

Su Qianmian just wanted to quietly dispose of all the failed dishes, but Xun Mochen appeared in the kitchen. Looking at the dishes that could not see the raw materials, he was surprised and said, "Why do you live alone for so long?"

Su Qianmian rubbed his hands: "Actually, I'm still very good at cooking noodles."

Su Qianmian sat down at the sign of Xun Mochen and was very shy: "Compared with what Mr. Xun did, it must be far worse."

Xun Mochen, who was eating, raised his head: "Who told you that I would cook?"

"Ah? Doesn't the hero in the novel have excellent cooking skills? You are handsome and handsome. You must be the hero in the novel. If you are the hero, you will definitely cook... Can't you?"

After saying that, Su Qianmian is like going to die - what if he really can't do it?

In fact, cooking is a strange and difficult course in the field of biology for Xun Mochen.

Xun Mochen didn't say anything. He picked up a chopstick for the best dish stir-fried by Su Qianmian, ate it calmly, and then frowned his beautiful eyebrows and commented, "It tastes terrible."

Su Qianmian looked at another fried dish and cried silently.

Xun Mochen said, "I'll make one myself today. But it can't always be like this. You should know that I didn't invite you to dinner. You can sign up for a cooking class tomorrow.

After saying that, he walked to the bedroom and explained with no red face and heartbeat in Su Qianmian's resentful eyes, "I'm going to change my clothes."

Three minutes later, Xun Mochen had changed into a wide furniture and clothes and came out, and decisively chose Su Qianmian's broken dish of braised pork. It seemed that he was deliberately proving Su Qianmian's cooking skills.

The sleeve is put on the forearm, revealing the beautiful arm, and the precious watch is taken off and put aside at will. He lowered his head and focused on cutting the meat. The broken bangs covered his dark and shiny eyes. The warm light lingered around him, diluting his rigid lines and looked gentle and warm. The focused eyes make people want to be the pork belly on the cutting board.

Stir-fry sugar, add meat, add water... Su Qianmian covered his mouth: the same steps as what he did! A terrible idea came to my mind: he didn't come from the recipe... The suspicious three minutes...

But the skillful and unhesitating movements, as well as the firm self-confidence and calmness, compared with his busyness, Su Qianmian felt that he must do it.

It's just that he added meat before the sugar bubbled or changed color. The water is also cold. Can it really succeed?

Yes, it didn't work. Xun Mochen made a pot of boiled meat after all.