Chapter 177
On a sunny day, I was busy cooking and adding water at the same time. In a panic, both sides were too busy, like a headless chicken.

Chu Yao touched his forehead and couldn't stand it any longer, so he calmly stepped forward to take the water and poured it into the pot, "Zi"

The sound of oil and water splashed, and then Qingtian put down the spatula and let out a big breath, feeling like he had just walked through the gate of hell.

Looking at the burnt vegetables in the pot, Qingtian wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Why is it so difficult to fry a vegetable?"

Chu Yao looked at the back of her head and couldn't help laughing, "You can turn down the fire a little."

"Yes!"

Sunny Tian suddenly realized it, and turned down the fire when he stepped forward.

"." Chu Yaomo.

Green vegetables have become such a virtue, what's the point of turning off the fire now?
Two minutes later, Qing Tian picked up a plate and shoveled out the vegetables.

"Haha, you're done." She laughed triumphantly.

"." Chu Yao was silent again.

She picked up the oil pan and put it in the water to wash it. While washing it, she felt that Chu Yao standing beside her was an eyesore, "Can you go out first, I also want to make shrimp and soup, and your standing here will affect my performance. "

"puff"

Chu Yao was finally teased by him, and this smile made Qing Tian smile and turned her head. She widened her eyes and said in displeasure, "Why are you laughing, anyway, I have already made two finished products, how about you?"

Chu Yao touched his chin and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"In the past, I'll cook salt and pepper shrimp."

"Oh?"

Sunny rolled her eyes, "Can you still cook?"

It's impossible for Young Master Chu to be able to cook.

Chu Yao raised his eyebrows, noncommittal, pushed Qing Tian aside, rolled up his sleeves and started working.

After 10 minutes, there was a burst of fragrance from the pot, and Sunny stretched his head to look into the pot in disbelief..
She was shocked.

Not to mention that the salt and pepper prawns were not burnt, they seemed to be full of color and fragrance. She watched in a daze as Chu Yao shoveled out the salt and pepper prawns and put them on a clean plate.

It was so delicious that she couldn't help swallowing.

"Isn't it? You really know how to cook?"

She reluctantly shifted her gaze from the salt and pepper shrimp to Chu Yao.

Chu Yao raised his eyebrows, "Seeing is believing."

It's just that the sunny day didn't see a dark light flashing under Chu Yao's slender eyelashes.

When he was still in elementary school, he was sent abroad by his parents. He had nothing but money in a foreign country. His parents called it for his future and to create a perfect him.

There, he needs to take care of himself, and cooking is no problem.

"awesome.."

Qing Tian was still immersed in admiration, who would have thought that the dignified young master Chu could still enter the kitchen.

"Wash the pot."

Chu Yao withdrew that sliver of memory, and reminded Qing Tian indifferently.

"what"

Sunny Tian came back to his senses, stepped forward quickly, rolled his eyes with a smile, "You take out these three dishes first, and I'll make you a tomato and egg soup."

Chu Yao took a look at her and took out the dishes, and didn't go into the kitchen after that.

Qing Tian quietly glanced at the door, and smiled when she turned her head.

Chu Yao, Chu Yao, you have to pay for eating the food I cook, don’t blame me, who told me that I can’t cook.

Within a few minutes, all four dishes were served, and the sunny day was still gracious to help Chu Yao serve the meal.

"Come, come, drink some soup to moisten your throat."

Sunny day specially put the soup in front of Chu Yao, and said with a smile: "It's good to drink some soup before eating to moisten your throat and appetite. Look, this tomato and egg soup is not bad for me. I tasted it and it's very delicious."

(End of this chapter)

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