Youth Idol Drama: Domineering, Broad and Young Chase Love

Chapter 22 Kitchen Idiot (1)

Wang Qiang was busy washing and chopping vegetables.

At noon, the wife and the young master are busy at the company, and they usually don't go home for dinner at noon. The driver, Lao Gao, drives the wife, so naturally he doesn't go home for dinner with the wife.

Hua Xiangrong yelled, "Hurry up, Wang Qiang, haven't you finished yet? My stomach is going to be hungry."

Wang Qiang glanced at her and said slowly, "What are you rushing for? It's not time for dinner yet. If you want to hurry up, go and cut the potatoes on the chopping board for me, and I'll make them for you first."

Hua Xiangrong looked around: "Potato? What does a potato look like? Where is it?"

Wang Qiang pointed far away: "Isn't it? You don't know what potatoes look like? Uh, don't you? You can cut the round ones for me, and I'll start cooking right away."

Hua Xiangrong said: "Okay." Hua Xiangrong said again: "Brother Qiang, you are really a good person! In fact, everyone in the Song family, except Song Xiaofei, is a good person, and Madam is also a good person."

Wang Qiang hurriedly said, "Hua Xiangrong, don't talk nonsense! In fact, the young master is kind, and treats all of us well, except for you. Maybe the two of you have too strong personalities, and you have a bad temper. So head-to-head. Hey, Hua Xiangrong, you are a girl, can you be gentle?"

Hua Xiangrong said: "Why should I be gentle? Not gentle when I shouldn't be gentle?"

Wang Qiang shook his head, smiled and muttered: "You have such a bad temper, be careful not to get married."

Hua Xiangrong shrugged, and said very unconvinced: "Who says I can't get married? I'm so young and beautiful, like a flower."

Hua Xiangrong said while holding a kitchen knife to cut potatoes.

Weighs, those so-called potatoes are round and flat, the size of a fist.Hua Xiangrong didn't know how to cut it with her hands, after looking at it for a long time, the only way she could do it was to hold the kitchen knife with both hands and chop it vigorously.The shapes of the chopped potatoes are square, round, long, short, and of different sizes.

Wang Qiang saw it and yelled anxiously over there: "Oh, Hua Xiangrong, what are you doing? Stop, stop, stop quickly! Hey, potatoes should be cut into long strips. I use them to fry French fries. Who told you? You're chopping like this, you think it's pork chopping? My God, Hua Xiangrong, why are you so stupid? You've never eaten pork, but you've seen pigs run away."

(End of this chapter)