Wang Ye's foodie farm concubine

Chapter 4292 Nothing
"You still cook?"

Ye Wuchen asked with surprise as he looked at Yuyao who was busy in the kitchen.

She can fight, heal, is a gentleman, and now she can actually cook. Is there anything she can't do?
Yuyao took the bamboo sticks that had been used once out of the boiling water and put them in a dustpan aside to wait for them to cool down.

"Is it weird that I can cook? Didn't I always cook by myself when I was alone? Otherwise, what would I eat when I was hungry?"

Ye Wuchen touched his nose and said, "I used to think that since you come from a wealthy family, you naturally don't have to do it yourself. There must be a lot of people around you to serve you."

I didn't expect that she actually lived alone, so who taught her this skill?

"Don't be so curious. Can you pick vegetables?"

Ye Wuchen shook his head, "No."

Yuyao rolled her eyes at him, "If you don't know, don't be an eyesore here. Stay somewhere cool."

"You can tell me how to do it, it's my first time in the kitchen."

Although his father was unreliable when he was a child, his mother never let him enter the kitchen since he was a child. She said that a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen and let him concentrate on studying.

"I'll teach you someday when I'm free," Yuyao saw the man standing behind him in the kitchen still holding something in his hand, "You give way first, don't stand at the door in front of others!"

This is a complete lack of vision.

Ye Wuchen looked back and quickly stepped aside.

"I didn't see it. Besides, who has eyes behind his back, he didn't open his mouth."

Yuyao didn't even look at him this time, she just threw the remaining vegetable peels at him.

"You're right! It's really all you can do."

Ye Wuchen saw the green cabbage peel flying toward him and turned aside to avoid it.

"Master Yu, can you take a look at this chicken soup?"

The boy guarding the sand jar asked Yuyao.When she first started preparing, Yuyao set up a small stove and cooked chicken soup.

Half of the chicken soup was used to make the soup base for a while, and the other half was used to make dinner for Mrs. Ye and Xiyu.

Because the taste they are about to eat is too strong and not suitable for injured people.

"It smells so good. If you go to a restaurant with your skills, you'll be sure to have lots of customers!"

As soon as Ye Wuchen smelled the fragrance, he immediately forgot that his mother taught him to be a gentleman and stayed away from the kitchen. He came directly to Yuyao's side, staring straight at the bubbling chicken soup in the clay pot.

Yuyao asked the helper on the side to help bring a small bowl and a spoon.

"Can you drink it now?"

Yuyao glanced at him speechlessly, "Master Ye, have you not had lunch? Do you want the kitchen to cook something for you now?"

Ye Wuchen shook his head, "No, I'll just drink the soup."

Yuyao skimmed off the oil from the chicken soup, put it into a bowl and handed it to Ye Wuchen.

"Chicken soup is not good yet. If you want to drink it, drink this bowl of oil."

Ye Wuchen immediately stood up and shook his head, "No, no, I can wait a little longer."

Even if he didn't drink the bowl of bright yellow oil, he would know how greasy it was just by looking at it. If he drank it, he probably wouldn't want to see chicken again for several days.

Yuyao handed the bowl to the boy aside, "Put this bowl aside for now."

Yuyao handed over the picking of vegetables to others in the kitchen, and now she was ready to start seasoning.

Chuan'er's soup base is actually simpler to make than hot pot's soup base. Yuyao has long been familiar with the ingredients, and she knows how much to put in them as soon as she gets them.

(End of this chapter)