"Wow, that's so good? Can I go?"

"Of course, but if you come, it's best to finish writing earlier. I'll get off work at about 10 o'clock in the evening. I may help here and go back to pick you up at about 10:30."

"Okay, then I'll write it now. I can put on some makeup after I finish writing. After all, I've finally gone out once and can't embarrass you!"

"It's okay, you're pretty, you can do it without makeup. I'll call you when I get off work."

"No problem, bye."

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Zhaomei came back to continue working, but the others were still very curious about Qiao Zhaomei's girlfriend.

But this is just a normal curiosity about the profession of novel writers.

I'm also curious about what kind of girls you can find in online dating.

So in the following time, Qiao Zhaomei had to talk to them about some of the novel's lifestyles and routines while busy with work. Of course, most of the lifestyles Qiao Zhaomei heard from her girlfriend.

At night, everyone in the kitchen planned to stay and wait for midnight snacks, so Feng Honghong naturally stayed there, saying that she wanted to help clean up together.

After all, after I go back, I just watch Douyin and watch live broadcasts or novels, and nothing else is going to happen.

I just happened to learn what my son does in the restaurant every day after he goes back.

But Wen Hongxia has to go home. After all, she has worked all day during the day and is a little tired at night.

If you wait until twelve o'clock, you will probably have no energy to work tomorrow.

So in the end, Qiao Zhaomei rode Chen Nian's electric bike and sent Wen Hongxia home.

Then change the route and go back to your home to take your girlfriend over.

Chen Nian was busy in the kitchen at the moment, telling He Hai what to pay attention to when making small noodles.

Among them, the ratio of water, noodles, salt and alkaline noodles must be carefully placed. There is one thing in common between making small noodles and other noodles, that is, the air humidity in summer and winter, so the water placed in the noodles must also be carried out for a certain amount.

Slight adjustment of degree.

It's different from when it rains and when it doesn't rain.

He Hai kept all these firmly in his heart.

Although it was not the first time Xie Yu, who was standing by, heard this, after all, he went home with He Hai every day, and He Hai also told him a lot of knowledge about white eucalyptus.

But now it still sounds a bit magical.

He has always made red gum before, and never thought that when making noodles, he would have to be divided into seasons.

Then there is still time to ferment.

Since Chen Nian studied the fermentation project thoroughly when he was in school, he clearly understood the mechanism and principles of fermentation, so he learned the kneading speed very quickly later.

If a normal person can understand the factor of season and fine-tune the proportions of seasons, he has to learn for at least many years.

Although He Hai does not understand fermentation projects or something, Chen Nian is very competent as a teacher. It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t understand the principles. He just needs to memorize it by rote first, and then slowly understand it based on experience.

"Master, do we have similar precautions on red eucalyptus?" Xie Yu felt a little itchy. He also wanted to learn more about this knowledge, but it was obvious that the knowledge on white eucalyptus was not very useful to him.

"Yes, although you mainly cook Sichuan cuisine, you should still master some other cuisines. Let me give you an example. Soup in Guangdong depends on the season. Different solar terms make different soups, spring and summer.

It’s different in autumn and winter, and it’s different in noon and evening.

Each soup has their corresponding effects and effects. Although they have a high chance of getting gout, they have to say that their various old fire soups are really delicious.”

"What you lack now is actually just some experience. Secondly, there is still a lot of room for improvement in knife skills and heat. Secondly, you also need to think carefully about the understanding of cooking. Once you understand these, you can do it.

I started to study ingredients, and in many chef competitions, if I don’t have this understanding, I will never get a ranking.”

Chen Nian said, Xie Yu listened.

He felt a little vague, and he seemed to have caught something, but he wasn't particularly clear.

But today the master is making noodles, so I'll wait until the next time I have the chance.

After kneading the noodles, Chen Nian taught He Hai to make rib toppings.

The recipes for ribs and beef toppings are basically the same. The order of ingredients and ingredients is similar. The heat required to make ribs toppings is exactly the same, but it is enough to take half an hour to reduce the overall time.

The pork ribs are made of pork, which is easier to cook than beef.

Moreover, there are bones in the middle of the ribs, which means that the meat is not that thick, so the time naturally needs to be shortened.

Otherwise, the stewing time will be too long and the meat on the ribs will rot too much.

Although it tastes convenient, the pork ribs are gone.

This time, Chen Nian felt that he should thank Miaomiao Wu for his good thanks. If Miaomiao Wu had not helped him and told him so many points to pay attention to, his production progress on the small surface would not have been as fast as it is now.

Being fed is much easier than exploring from 0.

There are so many friends who can communicate and discuss with each other, Chen Nian thinks it is also good.

At least it is much better than working behind closed doors by one person.

Even if you have a recipe, you are not the kind of golden finger that is ultimately invincible and you can’t be invincible in the world, so you still have to communicate with friends.

Just as they were chatting, there was a harsh sound of brakes outside.

It’s Qiao Zhaomei who is here.

After parking and locking the electric car, he walked in with a very beautiful girl.

The girl is about 1.7 meters tall, with long straight hair, about twenty-three or four years old, with a melon-shaped face that is extremely delicate and light makeup on her face. Although her makeup looks not professional enough, it also highlights the girl.

Much more beautiful.

The girl was wearing a loose chest with Mickey Mouse's yellow short sleeves, and a pair of denim shorts underneath. Her fair and straight long legs were even a little dazzling. She looked thin and tall, and she would not think of it at all.

Novel writer.

After all, when it comes to writing novels, many people may think of the first thing they want is a fat man.

"Boss, this is my girlfriend." Qiao Zhaomei introduced.

"Hello, come and sit down first, wait a moment and you'll be ready." Chen Nian hurriedly greeted.

"Thank you." The girl also acted very politely, and she gave people the feeling that she was a relatively introverted personality.

But I think so, I have to stay at home every day when writing novels. Even if I have many author friends, I’m just chatting online.

"This girl is so beautiful and tall. You are so lucky to be a girl!" Feng Honghong exclaimed.

"Yes, she is very good. I think the two luckiest things I have come to Chengdu are the first one of them to meet my girlfriend, and the second one is to be able to work here." Qiao Zhaomei said seriously.

"Okay, then you guys talk first, I'll go back and take a look at the ribs." Chen Nian stood up and said.

"I'll learn from my master." He Hai followed closely behind.

"I'll go and smell the smell." Xie Yu also found a reason casually.

Then Chen Nian, He Hai and Xie Yu and the other two returned to the kitchen at the same time and continued to stare at the pot.

Only Feng Honghong was left outside and chatting with the young couple about pouring water and so on.

After all, Chen Nian and the other three were also afraid that their three big men would stand outside, which would make the girl feel embarrassed.

After all, no one knows the newcomer except Qiao Zhaomei.

Chen Nian thought about asking her mother to chat with the girl more. When the girl is not so nervous, it will be much better for everyone to have dinner together.

Feng Honghong is worthy of being the number one social expert in Honghong Hotel. The girl let go of her guards and gradually became less nervous.

As for Qiao Zhaomei, she gradually felt relieved after seeing her girlfriend getting used to the environment here. After all, she was still afraid that her girlfriend would not be able to adapt to such an environment.

"Girl, I heard Zhao Mei say you wrote a novel. What book do you write?" Feng Honghong asked curiously. After all, I heard Qiao Zhao Mei talk about this before.

When the girl heard this, her cheeks were slightly red, and she couldn't help but pull her hair on her temples: "Auntie, there are very few people who read the books I wrote, otherwise I wouldn't say them."

Qiao Zhaomei added: "Auntie, she's just a little embarrassed."

Feng Honghong thought about it and thought it was normal. After all, sometimes the things written in the novel are more exaggerated. If the girl says it, it may be a little embarrassed. Moreover, if there is no one to read the thing, bragging around will make the other party embarrassed.

The most important thing is that everyone is not a peer.

After all, Feng Honghong secretly wrote some love stories when she was in school, and she was particularly afraid of being discovered at that time.

"That's right, then I won't ask you? But can I ask what your pen name is? After all, I just want to know your industry." Feng Honghong thought about it and asked again.

When it comes to the pseudonym, girls are not ashamed as their works.

After all, the names of some of the books she wrote are very high-end and shameful.

But when it comes to the pseudonym, this aunt may not be able to find it.

But that is mainly to cater to the market.

But if it's okay online, it's very socially dying in reality.

"Auntie, my pen name is Viagra."

Feng Honghong was shocked after hearing this and subconsciously said, "Jingjiezi? It's the domineering president who spoiled his wife..." She suddenly thought of a book she had read some time ago, but before she could finish reading the book, she was again

He quickly closed his mouth.

After all, I still read such books at such age, and it is a big deal to say this.
To be continued...