Sweetheart: Imperial school grass, please stop!

Chapter 232 Young Master Di Cooks Himself
Gu Qianyi looked at the aggressive An Zihao and couldn't help but take a few steps back, "You, what are you going to do?"

An Zihao silently grabbed the high ponytail on his head and couldn't help but shook his head: "It's nothing, I just want you to see who is not up to date."

"What do you mean?" Gu Qianyi swallowed silently, looking very hopeless.

Hearing Gu Qianyi's words, An Zihao once again stood up for the **** little mantou: "You said it (the little mantou) is worthless? Then why did it (the little mantou) become like this once it changed its soul?" Is there any pay off?"

Gu Qianyi silently cast her resentful eyes on An Zihao's two little steamed buns, "I can only say that this guy is a serious guy."

An Zihao snorted coldly, "The revolution has not yet succeeded, and both sides still need to work hard."

Gu Qianyi frowned: "What do you mean?"

"We switched bodies at night, so I'll ask Ali to prepare stewed fish with papaya at night. You'll have to drink more than three bowls at night." An Zihao couldn't help lowering his voice as he spoke.

Gu Qianyi refused without even thinking about it: "Why, what does my little steamed bun have to do with you? What are you doing?"

An Zihao narrowed his eyes, and grabbed Gu Qianyi's wrist domineeringly: "Because you are the young lady of the An family, I don't want to spend my whole life with a poor man."

Gu Qianyi opened his mouth to refute, but seemed to think of something.She tightly covered her mouth, her handsome face flushed instantly.

Did An Zihao just say that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her? !

"Well, I'll cook first, you stand aside and play." Gu Qianyi immediately fled from An Zihao's side, and accidentally spilled the oil that was about to be poured into the hot pan with trembling hands.

An Zihao stood beside Gu Qianyi with his arms folded, "Then I'll learn, and when the time comes, the old man will have to reveal his secrets if he wants to eat."

Gu Qianyi nodded lightly, "Then you just stand by and learn. I will cook two dishes and leave one for you."

An Zihao nodded slightly, "Okay."

After a while, oily smoke rose from the pot, making a "sizzling" sound.Gu Qianyi first threw the chopped scallions into the pot, waited for the scallions to turn yellow and gave off a scent, then poured the vegetables into the pot, picked up the spatula, and kept turning them.

When the dish gradually turned from white to yellow, Gu Qianyi poured in soy sauce and vinegar, sprinkled with salt, then turned it a few times with a shovel, sprinkled with sugar and monosodium glutamate, quickly took off the pot, stir-fried a few times, and it was ready. It's out.A bowl of sweet, sour and fragrant sweet and sour cabbage is just out of the pot.

"Have you seen that? In fact, there is nothing difficult about frying vegetables. You just need to put them where they should be, keep the spatula in the pot, and master the timing and maturity of the dishes." Gu Qianyi earnestly taught An Zihao his experience.

An Zihao couldn't help frowning: "This is too difficult. It didn't take long for you to fry, but there are so many steps in the process."

Gu Qianyi fried another fried pork and handed An Zihao two eggs.

"I'll wash the pot, you can make the simplest egg soup." Gu Qianyi turned around and went to wash the pot.

An Zihao held the two eggs in his hand, but he kept thinking about the steps of Gu Qianyi's cooking in his head.

He shook his head slightly, as if he had memorized the steps by rote.

Isn't it just egg soup?How could it be so rare to defeat An Zihao?
(End of this chapter)