Sweetheart: Imperial school grass, please stop!

Chapter 233 The "Culinary Master" of the Dark Realm

Seeing the slight mist coming out of the cleaned pot, Gu Qianyi pushed An Zihao who was aside: "Why are you still standing there? The pot is hot, crack the eggs into the peas, add rice wine, A little refined salt and stir well."

An Zihao frowned slightly, "No."

"No? Don't you know how to do it?" Gu Qianyi was slightly surprised. That's what she usually does. Could it be that she did something wrong?

An Zihao nodded seriously: "This is different from your previous cooking steps. You should put the oil first, then pour the vegetables in and stir-fry."

……

Gu Qianyi couldn't help but rolled her eyes at An Zihao: "Idiot, that's stir-fried vegetables, you're making egg soup."

An Zihao still insisted on his own thoughts, "Is there any difference? There are dishes on the dinner table."

Gu Qianyi looked at An Zihao for a long time, but couldn't refute his words.

"Anyway, it definitely didn't happen like that." Gu Qianyi could only hold back such a sentence in the end.

An Zihao rolled his eyes at Gu Qianyi indifferently, but remained firm in his position: "Are you firing it, or am I firing it?"

Gu Qianyi shrugged and pointed to the hot pot in front of him: "Okay, youcanyouup."

An Zihao still insisted on following the steps of Gu Qianyi's cooking before, and poured the oil in the small pot in his hand, without realizing it.

Sizzling -- the oil poured on the hot pan made harsh sounds, An Zihao nodded slowly.

Well, this is the correct step.

Standing behind An Zihao, Gu Qianyi looked at him with eyes like watching a ghost and couldn't help shaking her head.An Zihao is absolutely, absolutely the "Master Cook" of the Dark Realm.

An Zihao didn't notice Gu Qianyi's expression of seeing a ghost behind him at all, he unhurriedly took out the salt, monosodium glutamate, chicken essence...and poured them down as he wished.

Gu Qianyi poked his head forward, looked at the "hot oil fried salt, monosodium glutamate, chicken essence, etc." hot food in the pot and couldn't help swallowing: "Are you making egg soup, or hot oil fried seasoning?"

"What are you in a hurry for? It will be ready soon." An Zihao said, breaking the eggs around the hot pot, and then all the eggs flowed into the hot pot.

The eggs flowed into the hot pan and made a loud "sizzling" sound.

Gu Qianyi was slightly taken aback, and the corners of her mouth twitched uncontrollably.She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something: "Egg soup is really not..."

Before she finished speaking, An Zihao had already picked up the spatula and imitated her cooking, stirring non-stop.

Gu Qianyi stood aside, hesitating to speak, until he saw that the eggs in the hot pan had already changed from beautiful golden yellow to black, and there was a strange burnt smell wafting out.

She couldn't help but said, "Well, what you make is egg soup, not scrambled eggs..."

An Zihao nodded slightly, and poured a pot of clean distilled water into the hot pot containing burnt black eggs.

Zizizi—the sound of water pouring into the hot pot made again and again.

An Zihao turned around and looked at Gu Qianyi and couldn't help but raised his head. He had such a fierce expression on the young master's face: "Idiot, you're working hard here to affect the performance of the young master, but the young master is still finished."

Gu Qianyi silently supported her forehead. At this moment, she no longer had the courage to look at the "egg soup" in the hot pot.

She raised her eyes and looked at An Zihao seriously, and couldn't help but ask, "Do Grandpa and Uncle Zhang have any grudge against you?"

(End of this chapter)