"Why?" The chef jumped up: "You have to figure out that I'm in charge of the kitchen!"

Xining smiled faintly: "You care about yours, I will do mine. You must also figure out that you hired by Mr. Ye for money, but I didn't ask for his money. I just called someone. Why don't you go to Mr. Ye to report to see if I can call it."

What is this kind of pediatric struggle? If you have the courage to report it. If the quality of the food is poor, don’t say that hers is not because she lacks staff.

What does the woman who cooks at this house without spending money have to do with the owner of this house... The chef finally got a little enlightened and squeezed out a smile: "No, Miss Tang just tells him."

He turned his head and opened his face again, shouting: "What are you looking at? Hurry up and work! You, go and cut onions."

He just pointed to someone, who had a bitter face and was better than cutting onions than potato skins.

Xiao Zhang looked panicked and cautious: "Miss Tang, what am I doing now?"

Xining began to look for what she needed: "You, help me take a small stove, don't wait for a while and there is no place to cook the dishes."

"Okay, OK!" Xiao Zhang asked: "What else do you need?"

Xining grabbed a radish, picked up another piece of tofu, and thought for a while: "Go and prepare the pressure cooker, I want to cook porridge."

Cooking porridge takes time, but now it is only quick and can only be used in a pressure cooker.

Cooking porridge? Xiao Zhang was stunned. Since it was the first meal, he should show off his skills. Is it okay to let Mr. Ye eat porridge? However, seeing Miss Tang as beautiful as a flower and beautiful as a foodie, it doesn’t matter what Mr. Ye eats.

After half an hour, breakfast was prepared soon. Put the breakfast on the tray and Xining wiped his hands: "I'm sending this to you. Thank you for your hard work. I still need your help during lunch."

"If there, this is what I should do." Xiao Zhang smiled apologized. In fact, what he did, except to look out a pressure cooker and look at a small stove, he did nothing.

Xining went out with the plate in her hand. Ye Chuhan was already sitting there, looking at her laptop: "I'll have breakfast before 8:30, so let's forget about it today."

"Did you understand? I won't be the case." Xining placed the tray on the table.

Ye Chuhan raised his head? The corners of his mouth couldn't stop raising up: "This dress is well worn."

Only he could think of letting others wear chef's clothes. Why don't they come over with the chef's clothes and wear such an exaggerated hat? Just like the pointed cone-high hat worn by Onmyoji on the last mission.

"Do you need to take photos as a souvenir?" Xining put the porridge and side dishes on the table one by one.

Looking at the white porridge on the table? A plate of sweet and sour radish? A plate of spicy tofu, Ye Chuhan's smile quickly disappeared.

The servant next to him was a little overwhelmed? Is there no MSG? But this is too simple. The spicy tofu is finally a little oily? But there is not much oil? This is simply a weight loss meal.

Xining sat down, took off her hat, picked up the chopsticks and started eating.

Ye Chuhan also moved, picked up the chopsticks and ate expressionlessly.

After eating? Put down your chopsticks: "I hope your lunch is not so casual." Then leave.

Xining pretended to have heard nothing and just ate it by herself.

Mo Ming: "Okay, you have successfully aroused Ye Chuhan's dissatisfaction."

Dissatisfied? No? On the contrary? It aroused his memories.

As the one who has been with Ye Chuhan for half a year? And married his master, I remember some stories about Ye Chuhan's childhood, including this breakfast.

Ye Chuhan once said that his childhood breakfast was made by his mother. Every day, there was almost a plate of radish or vegetables, and a bowl of tofu. This way, eating less oil and water can also supplement vegetables and soy products. After all, the schools in this country provide fast food, with few vegetables and almost no soy products. If so, they are roasted beans.

I just said that once, but Xining found out. The plot was different at that time, so the owner did not ask in detail. She didn't know how it burned at that time, anyway, as long as it was meaningful.

Sure enough, Ye Chuhan did not sarcastically and ate breakfast without saying a word. The purpose was achieved!

Next is lunch, and I can escape breakfast. If I don’t show any skills for lunch, not only Ye Chuhan, but also the chef will laugh at it.

The servant took the tray with used bowls and chopsticks on it and asked strangely: "Miss Tang, I'll just pack these things, you don't have to go."

He wore a chef's hat and his hands were in his pockets, and looked like he was dada: "The dishes I ate for lunch are about to be cooked now."

...There are three hours left before lunch time, so will you cook now?

The person in the kitchen was still there and was washing dishes.

Xining just kept busy and found a piece of pork belly and cut it into half an inch square piece. A piece of pork belly was only cut eight pieces. He started a pot and put it in cold water and cooked it over high heat. For this kind of good meat, it did not need to be blanched. Instead of blanching it, it would lose the deliciousness and aroma of the meat.

After high heat, turn on low heat to remove the foam on it. Add all the seasonings at once, find a casserole, put the meat neatly, put the skin facing up, put all the soup in, put the upper cover on the stove and simmer slowly over low heat.

After an hour and a half, start preparing rice.

Seeing that there was Thai fragrant rice, I washed it and put it in the rice cooker, plugged it in the power supply and started to burn it, leaving less water.

The chef and other kitchen workers came in talking and laughing. As soon as they entered the kitchen, they smelled the fragrance.

"Braised pork?" A man twitched his nose violently, it was so fragrant.

"It's Dongpo pork." The chef looked at the casserole simmering on low heat next to him.

"After all, he is the chief chef, and he is knowledgeable." Xining threw the vegetables into the pot.

The chef frowned: "Vegetables are just oil, can they be eaten?"

Xining didn't care. She just fryed it out and put some water into the pot to cook the soup.

The chef continued to frown, and did not even wash the pot of soup, nor was he afraid of scenting the flavor.

I made a simple tomato and egg flower soup.

The chef looked relentless and thought he had made a Buddha jump over the wall at noon, but he ended up making such a simple soup. It was so petty!

Xiao Zhang hurried to serve the rice, turned on the rice cooker, and the rice fragrance came to his nose with the heat.

Turn off the fire, and after a while, two rags placed the still hot casserole on the tray, and the insulation pads were prepared on the tray.

The food soup was ready, Xining grabbed the tray and it was really heavy.

Xiao Zhang immediately said, "I'll ask someone to come and get it."

"Okay!" Xining let go of her hand. She saved her energy and was lazy.

When the tray was placed on the table, Ye Chuhan looked at the casserole: "Is that all?"

"Yes!" Xining took off her high hat, threw it beside her, and sat down.

OK, it’s not too late to eat and then ridicule.

When I opened the lid, a steaming heat rose up. I saw a casserole full of large pieces of meat.

I didn't worry about greasy eating such a large meat... I picked up the rice bowl, stretched out the chopsticks, and gently tapped it on the dark amber and shiny skin. The piece of meat actually moved like jelly.
Chapter completed!