Chapter 266: Is Zhao Han Reliable in Cooking?

"Miao Miao, why didn't you call me?"

After lying down for a while, his waist and legs were no longer sore, and Zhao Han, who had recovered his strength, came to the kitchen, and saw that Xue Miaomiao was chopping vegetables, and there were a lot of fish pieces, sea shrimp, and cut radishes next to him, so he immediately frowned and looked at Miao Miao with disgust.

"Isn't it early?"

After a pause in the action of cutting the ingredients, he glanced at Zhao Han funny, and pointed to the cut hairtail fish, Xue Miaomiao cleverly diverted the topic: "Since you are here, castrate all these fish, you should remember the method, the next is your performance time, don't embarrass me." ”

Fortunately, these things can still be bought in the city, although they are more expensive, but fortunately, she is not short of money now, and this little cost is still affordable.

"Don't worry, I'm sure I won't disgrace you."

Saying this, Zhao Han didn't waste time, took the seasoning and added it to the basin, and grabbed the ginger shreds from the side dishes cut by Xue Miaomiao, stirred well, and put them aside to marinate.

"You cooked this rice?"

Glancing at the gurgling rice in the pot with a big fire, Zhao Han took the spatula a few times, scooped some rice soup out, tasted it, there was no strange taste, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"I only washed the rice, Aunt Guo got it."

replied confidently, and didn't feel embarrassed at all that he didn't know how to cook.

"You've cut this dish, just go and take a rest, aren't you tired?"

Hearing this, Zhao Han showed an expression that was really like this, and when he saw Xue Miaomiao cutting the vegetables quickly, he was shocked, coughed lightly, looked away, and did not make fun of Miao Miao on the issue of cooking.

"I'm leaving, what will you do with this shrimp?"

Rolling her eyes, Xue Miaomiao cut the dried chili peppers and hummed coolly.

She is not tired, that is, she got up too early today, and she is a little sleepy, but there are guests at home, and this point is at this point, if she goes to sleep, she says that she can't sleep at night, and the guests are there, and she is a host who leaves the guests to sleep, which is very rude.

"No, it won't."

Glancing at the big guy with teeth and claws, Zhao Han didn't say anything, he hadn't seen it before.

"I'll leave this to me, you're busy with other dishes, just put this on top of the rice and steam it together."

The conditions are limited, and the ingredients are too complicated to get together, so Xue Miaomiao directly decided to use the steamed prawns and then pour the sauce on them, which tasted very good.

This is probably the best dish she can handle.

“…… It's that simple? ”

Always feeling cheated, Zhao Han watched Miao Miao put the steamer on the rice, and then put half and half a shrimp in it, frowned slightly, and opened tentatively.

"There's also a sauce, but don't worry, you stir-fry the vegetables first, and I'll pour some water and go out to greet the guests."

After Xue Miaomiao put all the five prawns away, she smiled lightly at Zhao Han's obviously suspicious eyes, pointed to other dishes, patted him on the shoulder, and left the kitchen with a light shake.

"Huh? Miao Miao, are you cooking well? Or is there something we need help with? ”

Aunt Guo and a few people sat in the courtyard with a stool to enjoy the shade, chatting about Xue Miaomiao's dishes, and suddenly saw her coming over with water, they were all stunned for a moment, and then asked with a smile.

"No, Zhao Han is frying, don't worry, we will definitely be able to eat before dark."

Handing a glass of water to Aunt Guo, Xue Miaomiao replied with a smile.

"Who's frying?"

After being stunned for a moment, Aunt Guo thought that she had heard it wrong, and opened her mouth to ask.

"Zhao Han."

Repeating with a smile, Xue Miaomiao handed the second cup of water to Aunt Lin.

Zhao ...... Culvert? ”。

was almost choked by saliva, Aunt Guo's eyelids jumped, her head was full of black lines, and she secretly thought: Is Zhao Han reliable when cooking?