In the kitchen, various ingredients have been prepared, many of which Murong Rong has never seen before.
There were two chefs standing next to him, one a Chinese chef and the other a Turkish chef.
"Dantony, why would he ask me to make breakfast?"
Leave such a professional chef unused and ask her to do it?
She learned how to cook after her parents died three years ago, and she can barely eat.
D'Antoni said with a smile: "Maybe the husband would like to have a breakfast of love from the wife. What does the wife want to do for the husband and what materials are needed? We can arrange it right away."
There are more than a dozen kinds of vegetables, fruits, eggs, duck eggs, quail eggs, and several unknown eggs on the kitchen cabinet.
There was all kinds of meat in the freezer, and there were a few loaves of bread in the basket on the table.
This stumped Murong. For breakfast, she could only cook white porridge and boiled eggs. She could only eat other things, such as steamed buns, dumplings, cakes, etc., but could not make them.
"Dantoni, what do you think I should do?" Murong Rong was a little nervous. Yin Zai was used to eating cuisines from various countries and his appetite had long been developed. Will he eat ordinary food?
"Whatever, as long as it is what the wife wants, the husband will like it.
There are so many things, just do whatever you want!
Murong Rong boiled a pot of water and threw one or two eggs of any kind into the water.
I took a few pieces of meat, but I couldn't tell what kind of meat it was, so I took it to stew.
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When the two chefs saw Murong Rong's unorganized cooking methods, their eyes widened: They are cooking everything, but is your wife making pig food?
D'Antoni helped Murong Rong explain: "This is a love meal, and of course it is different."
In order not to make them laugh, Murong Rong kicked out the chef and servants, rolled up his sleeves and prepared for a big fight.
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Yinzai ran for fifty minutes in the morning, washed up for ten minutes when he came back, put on a blue shirt, a black suit, shiny leather shoes, and combed his hair meticulously before walking out of the restaurant.
"Dantoni, breakfast is ready."
The servant spread out the napkin, placed the knife, fork and spoon in front of Yinzai, and prepared to start the meal.
Murong Rong was busy in the kitchen like a headless fly. She didn't know what Yin Zai liked to eat, so she made many kinds and turned on eight stoves.
As a result, the porridge forgot to turn off the heat and turned into rice. The omelette fried into a black mass. She also forgot what was being stewed in the other pot. When she remembered and opened the lid of the pot, it had turned into a strange pot.