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Chapter 1757 Mr. Joe is a decathlon? 【Qiao Xia】

Back at the place where he lived, Qiao Yu asked Enoch to go back to his room to play, and then he went back to the kitchen with a basket to cook.

The photographer at the side looked at the fish and meat in the basket, and couldn't help but said to Qiao Yu, "Mr. Qiao, what are you going to cook?" What he wanted to say was, even if your son got the fish and meat for you, can you do it
Qiao Yu glanced at the vegetable basket, and said without hesitation: "Braised fish in braised sauce, twice-cooked pork with green peppers, braised eggplant in braised sauce, and corn soup."

"It's so rich." The photographer couldn't help swallowing, but he expressed some doubts about Qiao Yu's craftsmanship. Can this be eaten?After thinking about it, he said, "Mr. Qiao, do you want to find a fellow villager to help you?"

"Is the program group allowed?" Qiao Yu asked back.

The photographer was taken aback, then shook his head.

Qiao Yu said indifferently: "No, I can handle it myself." He took out the fish from the basket and scaled it.

The photographer originally thought he could capture Qiao Yu's embarrassment, but he didn't expect that he was very skilled in this technique, and when he cut open the belly of a fish, he didn't dislike dirty at all.

He subconsciously said, "Joe always cooks?"

"A little bit." Qiao Yu replied, put the fish under the tap to rinse, and quickly cleaned the fish.

The photographer didn't think so, and usually said that he knew a little bit, which must be pretty good, especially for someone like Qiao Yu, who wouldn't easily boast.

After the fish was washed, Qiao Yu picked up the meat and washed it, and then began to cut the meat. The knife was so neat that the photographer stared at him. This must be too skillful.

He couldn't help asking: "Mr. Qiao, do you often cook at home?"

"Occasionally, because there is not always time." Qiao Yu replied.

The photographer nodded. It's no wonder he's so proficient, but it's good for Xia Yinghou to let such an empire president cook, but just listening to it is enviable.

After the materials were ready, Qiao Yu started to light a fire. Since it was an earthen stove, a fire had to be lit.

Qiao Yu took the dry grass and lit it first, then put it into the stove, put a handful of licorice in it, and then started to put dry firewood in it, and the fire was lit after a while.

The photographer never expected that Qiao Yu could even fire. If the rice was cooked well, wouldn't it be a decathlon? Soon, his conjecture was confirmed.

As soon as the oil was hot, Qiao Yu put the prepared fish into the pot, fried both sides and then put seasoning in it. It didn't take long for a fragrant braised fish to come out of the pot.

The photographer next to him was drooling, looking at the unbroken and intact braised fish, he sighed in his heart, this is definitely a master, even if he has been cooking for so long, he can't cook this kind of food.

Seeing Qiao Yu's dishes coming out of the pot one by one, the photographer felt that he was suffering in his heart at the moment, because he really wanted to throw away the camera, rush up and eat all the dishes, and he was so greedy that he was hooked.

"Mr. Qiao, how does Miss Xia Ning evaluate your cooking?" The photographer decided to change the subject.

Qiao Yu took the last soup out of the pot and replied, "She likes my cooking very much."

Damn, does this mean that he has practiced this skill? !The photographer started to gossip and asked, "Could it be that Mr. Qiao learned to cook because of Miss Xia Ning?"

Qiao Yu replied, "That's not true. I was studying in the UK before, and I always missed Chinese food in a foreign country, so I learned to cook it myself, but I didn't do it often. Later..."

Listening to Qiao Yu's words, the photographer vaguely felt that what was said later was definitely a breaking point, and immediately asked, "What happened afterwards?"

(End of this chapter)