20 years of restarting life

Chapter 3583 Zhao Chang'an Who Can Cook

"Several people?"

Li Juan asked Zhao Chang'an, while she quickly started stir-frying the first dish, deep-fried shrimp, in a hot wok over high heat.

Although Jiao Fengyue is very frugal in many ways, she is absolutely generous when it comes to entertaining guests, especially those she considers esteemed.

Zhao Chang'an looked at the dishes on the cutting board. Not only were there many of them, but many of them were also elaborate dishes. It should be noted that they were originally only intended to entertain him alone.

If she doesn't call these people over, she won't be able to bear throwing away these dishes, and she doesn't know how long they'll last. Liu Yihui will definitely eat them heartily so that his mother won't always eat leftovers.

Actually, this was completely unnecessary, but it's just my personality, and there's nothing I can do about it.

"Ten."

Zhao Chang'an said, "There are too many dishes. Why don't we cook fewer?"

"So what if we cook less? These dishes are already prepared. If we don't cook them at noon, we'll still have to cook them tomorrow."

Li Juan said, "Besides, you are a guest. It's up to Aunt Jiao to decide how many dishes to cook. You can be polite, but you can't make the decision."

"Sure, your reading skills have gradually improved as you read novels."

"That makes sense, what does it have to do with reading novels?"

Duan Fengqing's secretary and driver also came to Mingzhu this time, but they got out of the car at the entrance of the community and found a place to have a meal.

"It's just enough for one table, which will save us from eating leftovers for several days. I was just thinking about whether I should come over and help eat these next few days, otherwise we'll have so many leftovers that we could eat them until the Lantern Festival."

As Li Juan spoke, she added oil, sautéed scallions, ginger, and garlic until fragrant, then poured in prawns, soy sauce, and other seasonings, quickly stir-frying them a few times with a spatula. She then began to plate the fried prawns.

It's only because the water quality is good now. If it were cooked half-cooked like Li Juan does in the future, Zhao Chang'an really wouldn't dare to eat it.

Li Juan was cooking, while Zhao Chang'an started ladling the mushroom and old hen soup and winter melon and pork rib soup that were stewing on the two coal stoves into a soup bowl that was preheated in hot water, and then covered it to keep it warm.

Then, using a special branch tool, they took out the jar of stewed meat and radish from the stove. The aroma immediately filled the kitchen, even surpassing the fragrance of mushrooms and old hen.

Zhao Chang'an placed the clay pot steadily on a small table next to him, and put a clean clay basin beside it, intending to pour it out when the dishes were served.

"It smells so good, braised pork with radish in a clay pot!"

Just then, Zeng Xiaoxiao's delighted shout came from outside the kitchen, her voice filled with the joy of longing for delicious food.

Then five girls rushed in all at once, their colorful outfits vying for attention. Zeng Xiaoxiao and the other two girls were alluring with their Lolita costumes, while Xiong Beibei was seductive in her uniform.

Feng Caiwei was dressed quite conservatively in a down jacket and jeans, but Zhao Chang'an had seen her perform a traditional Chinese dance in her living room before, standing in her yard. The dance was very traditional and didn't make her look thin, but it had a charming and graceful waist, hips, and legs.

In short, they were all good women worthy of Zhao Chang'an's deep friendship. Three of them had long become his confidantes, and they were intimately familiar with each other. As for the remaining two, he didn't have any obsession with them at this time.

"Zhao Chang'an, I want a piece of braised pork!"

Zeng Xiaoxiao wanted to eat as soon as she entered, but instead of calling Chang'an "brother" or "brother" as usual, she called him Zhao Chang'an. There was a subtle reason behind this.

"Fat or lean?"

Zhao Chang'an asked with a smile.

"Five-colored." Zhao Chang'an picked up a pair of disposable chopsticks and prepared to get an empty plate.

"Zhao Chang'an, you've got five plates and five pairs of chopsticks! That's such a waste!"

Zeng Xiaoxiao said, "Use your chopsticks to pick me up and eat," then turned to the other women and said, "I promise my mouth won't touch the chopsticks. Hurry up, Zhao Chang'an."

Zhao Chang'an saw a cunning look in Zeng Xiaoxiao's eyes.

"Aunt Jiao always prepares a lot of food; this clay pot can hold two soup bowls."

Li Juan was washing the food in the hot pot next to her, and she was laughing as she spoke.

Zhao Chang'an picked up a trembling piece of braised meat with his chopsticks and placed it near Zeng Xiaoxiao's mouth. She took it in one bite, chewed it heartily, and her eyes narrowed into slits with happiness: "Delicious!"

"My turn! My turn!"

Qiao Jing'er squeezed in happily, opening her little mouth.

Zhao Chang'an could see the small hammer-like structure of her tonsils inside her mouth, and a slight thought crossed his mind. Of course, he had already tried this before.

After feeding Qiao Jing'er, Xu Shasha pushed Xiong Beibei, whose face was a little red, over. Actually, she didn't want to eat like this, it felt strange, but the two girls in front of her had eaten like this, so if she didn't eat, wouldn't she seem out of place and pretend?

She was still trying to get along well with the three women; if they were already complaining, then there was no need to keep in touch much in the future.

Xiong Beibei didn't open her mouth that wide; she just leaned her head in and demurely bit into the piece of fatty and lean meat, not daring to look at Zhao Chang'an's face.

At this point, the importance of Zeng Xiaoxiao calling Zhao Chang'an instead of "Brother Chang'an" becomes clear. If she had called him that, it would have been normal for a brother to feed his sister, but it would have been a bit abrupt to feed other girls.

But now that he's already fed Zeng Xiaoxiao, who calls him Zhao Chang'an, it wouldn't be surprising if he fed Xiong Beibei as well.

"Haha, Caiwei, Caiwei, it's your turn!"

Zeng Xiaoxiao, ever the friendly type, pulled Feng Caiwei, who was trying to refuse.

Feng Caiwei wanted to say that she was on a diet and wouldn't eat pork belly, but apart from Li Juan who cooked, she was the fattest among them, and she didn't need to belittle herself just for that.

Before they could even finish hesitating, Li Juan said, "Hurry up, it's your turn to cook."

He had no choice but to move closer and carefully bite into the stewed meat that Zhao Chang'an had fed him.

This feeling was strange. In Feng Caiwei's memory, the last time she was fed was a few years ago when her grandmother fed her like this.

As a result, Zhao Chang'an's chopsticks trembled slightly. Feng Caiwei was caught off guard and panicked, so she tried to bite them. Although she managed to bite them, she still felt that Zhao Chang'an was treating her like he was playing with a dog at home.

She glanced at Zhao Chang'an with a disdainful look; even when glaring, the beautiful woman exuded a captivating charm.

Everyone who saw this laughed.

Zhao Chang'an fed the impatient Xu Shasha again, and then went to cook. Li Juan had already untied her apron and tied it on for Zhao Chang'an.

Seeing that Zhao Chang'an was going to cook, the women were reluctant to leave. In this era, unless they were chefs in the cafeteria, they rarely saw men cooking. Even if they had seen some, they were all middle-aged men. They had never seen a young man in his early twenties cooking.

Moreover, he is a successful person like Zhao Chang'an.

Seeing that the pot was hot, Zhao Chang'an poured in oil. When the oil was about 70-80% hot, he started adding scallions, ginger, garlic, and dried chili peppers. He casually stirred the oil a few times with the spatula, and when he saw the aroma of scallions, ginger, and garlic, he put the small river shrimp into the pot first.