rushed back to the kitchen at the speed of light, only to find that the situation here was not much better, a large pile of vegetables that should be washed were piled together, and I really didn't know where to start.

But... This one... Feng Yao turned out to be a guest invited home by Yan'er, judging from today's performance of this Nizi, there should be a situation, but Feng Yao, although we haven't known each other for a long time, it is not difficult to find that he is a long-term person, and his love for Zhuxuan is so deep, Yan'er is afraid that she will have a long way to go.

Suddenly, a picture of Xue Zhenjie and Qianyou hugging each other appeared in front of me, how similar this is!

Shook his head, put these things that are not hindered for the time being, everyone has their own trajectory, and everything will only know the result on that day, and now the troubles are just in vain, and it is a lot easier to think about this snack, washing the piles of dishes, and regardless of his three-seven-twenty-one, they are all thrown into several large basins.

When the dish was washed, I was worried again, holding the knife up and down for a long time, but I never got my hands on it, I was harmed by the magical fish, I just fell into such a decline, people cook well, I just ran into such a play, and now I can't even cut a dish.

But fortunately, God is still merciful, the process of cutting vegetables smoothly makes people want to cry, as long as you don't pay attention to the miserable vegetables that are cut, everything is not bad, and I don't suddenly pop up and say something like "you cut off my leg", I am already very content.

After that, the job is to light the fire and stir-fry!

Open the natural gas valve, gently turn the switch, the flame 'boom' burst out, the pot suddenly heated up, and this time I was even more confused, "Uh, what to put next?" I glanced at the kitchen to myself, "Anyway", picked up the nearest dish, and poured the soup and water into it.

There was a "zila" sound, like an explosion, and the pot made such a terrifying sound.

I hurriedly stepped back, hiding far away, still holding a shovel in my hand, and cautiously looked at the pot that seemed to be about to burst into a hurtful situation.

I only heard the sound in the pot getting quieter and quieter, and finally gradually disappeared, and the kitchen was filled with the smell of vegetables (let's think it was the smell of vegetables. When I approached cautiously, I found that the dishes had all turned into pots, clinging tightly to the bottom of the pot, and there was a faint smell of burning.

"This......"Hurriedly lifted the pot, scraped the dish out, and put it on the plate that had been prepared a long time ago, "Is it the first dish to be baked?" ”

Looking at this plate of burnt and blackened dishes, he wiped the sweat on his forehead, "You shouldn't be able to eat the dead, right?" That being said, I still don't know for sure.

"Forget it, this elimination, replace it with the next one" push the charred dish aside, and bring a clean plate again! ”

Confidently put the pot back in, "I seem to remember to put the oil first" I suddenly remembered that by chance, I saw a program on TV that taught people to cook, and those guys in aprons said so.

"Oil, oil, oil, Chek fuss" rummaged all over the world for traces of oil, only to find it standing right in front of you, this is the so-called black under the lamp?

Pour the oil into the pot with a black face, and soon the aroma of the oil made me, who was cooking for the first time, so excited that I almost drank it directly, (Okay, I agree, I want to change the protagonist, so it's okay.) Yin Ning's eyes narrowed slightly, "Yin~"... I didn't say that just now... Immediately mentally prepared, he picked up the dish and threw it in.

"Zila" sounded this terrifying voice again, and when he was proud and not frightened by this movement, he tragically found that the hot oil was generally discussed, and he scrambled to jump out and splash on the exposed skin.

I was excited, covered my mouth to suppress the pain cry, and once again jumped out of the old "Obedient!" ”

Soon after, the dish stood gloriously behind the first course, waiting to be processed.

Looking at the few dishes left, I frowned and thought, "Whose turn will it be next?" ”

... ... If the vegetable has an expression, then it must be crying now, it doesn't want to die so ugly, worthless, undignified...