Empress Industrial Project

Chapter 122 Fuck and Feed the Dog ([-])
Fan Wang hesitated, what the master said just now, if you want to eat and make it yourself, is it true that you make things yourself?How could he feel otherwise?
Qiao Yurong opened her eyes and urged: "Your master is starving after practicing for so long, why don't you go quickly? Be careful that you miss your master's meal, I will beat you up."

Only then did Fan Wang leave, with doubts in his heart, he went to buy a series of roasted whole lamb.

No wonder Fan Wangjue's Qiao Yurong's words are credible, isn't it because his master doesn't even punish Qiao Yurong for disturbing his practice, with such an important position, can Fan Wang not realize what Zhu Yurong said is true?

When Han Qing came out after changing his clothes, he saw a large grill placed on the open space in front of the house, and the mutton was roasting with fireworks, giving off a sizzling aroma.

At this moment, Qiao Yurong was holding a roast leg of lamb and roasting it on the grill with great interest.

Han Qing's pretty brows frown, his deep eyes sink, and he looks at Fan Wang lightly, Fan Wang only feels his heart tremble, those eyes are like thousands of sharp swords that make people tremble.

Finished!

Sure enough, you can't believe the words of this dog prince!

Fan Wang scolded Qiao Yurong in his heart, lowered his head, not daring to look at his master.

Seeing Han Qing come out, Qiao Yurong looked at Han Qingfei with clear glazed eyes and smiled, and stretched out a hand to greet Han Qing: "Brother Han, come and taste the unique and secret roasted leg of lamb, it's delicious, Guaranteed to be the only one in the world.”

Is this the king or the street sellers? Han Qing looked at the flattering smile on Qiao Yurong's face and said lightly, "I'm afraid your baked goods are worse than the street ones."

Qiao Yurong had already cut a small piece to the point of roasting, put it in a high-quality porcelain bowl glazed with blue, white and blue background, brought it over, blew on the hot and painful mutton, picked up a small piece with chopsticks, Send it to Han Qing's mouth, with a flattering smile: "Brother Han, take a sip, it tastes really good."

Han Qing's eyes flashed with vague complexity, and he shouted, "Fan Wang!"

Fan Wang came over immediately, Shang Qian took the bowl and chopsticks from Qiao Yurong's hand, and handed it to Han Qing.

Qiao Yurong stretched back the chopsticks embarrassingly, put it into her mouth and swallowed it, thinking, what are you arrogant!

If you don't eat, don't you eat?

My old lady is too lazy to feed you.

At this time, Han Qing lightly picked up the chopsticks. The mutton exuded a very fragrant smell. Smelling this smell, Han Qing raised his eyebrows and picked up a piece of meat with the chopsticks, and put it in his mouth. Immediately he was taken aback.

Qiao Yurong looked at the expression on Han Qing's face, and said with a smile: "It's delicious, I said it, my barbecue skills are excellent, and opening a big restaurant can make a lot of money."

Han Qingyu's face was cold and cold: "Then you are not going to be a prince, but are you going to be a chef?"

Qiao Yurong choked: "Why can't you speak well? Didn't they ask you for credit?"

"Credit for this delicious food?" Han Qing sneered, then the cooks in his mansion have to learn from her to climb up by rubbing their faces.

Qiao Yurong looked disapproving: "This king is honorable, this is the first time you cook for others, you have to take care of me."

In fact, Qiao Yurong doesn't know how to cook, but she likes to eat barbecue very much. It just so happens that several ex-boyfriends often cook it by themselves in order to let her eat delicious barbecue. During barbecue, a few friends gather together Qiao Yurong gradually learned how to grill this and that.

And she was right, in her previous life, she had never cooked in the kitchen at all, she had never cooked for others, and this was the first time she cooked for men.

Those who can eat lamb skewers grilled by her are a great blessing.

　Thank you, little cuties, for voting for me, okay!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)