Then he would lower his head and look at the bowl silently, or grab his junior brother's clothes?
Of course not!
After staring at the plate for a while, the man in white said, "I'll fry it for you at noon."
Everyone: "..." (⊙o⊙)
He actually knows how to cook by himself to make his junior brother happy?!
This world where even steamed buns can rise is so unreal!
Everyone was so shocked that they asked him, "How did you think of doing this?"
"I saw Helian nightclub cooking for Jiang Yuyu."
"...but the princess and the master are husband and wife!" He Yan immediately emphasized the point.
Yu Yu immediately cooperated, pulled He Lianye over and kissed him, trying to make him face up to the meaning of husband and wife.
"She is my junior brother."
"..." Everyone was defeated by this powerful and ever-changing answer.
Forget it, junior brother is just junior brother, the title is actually not that important, anyway, no matter what the name is, he only cares about that person.
It is really enough to have someone who can properly keep you in his heart, be far away from other people, and always leave a unique place for you.
The man in white was serious when he said he wanted to cook. In view of his usual silly style... everyone was waiting cautiously outside the kitchen, ready to put out fires at any time.
But half an hour passed, and the kitchen became quiet and peaceful.
Not only was there no fire or black smoke, they even smelled a hint of the aroma of eggs being baked!
Everyone was shocked. Could it be that the man in white was a cooking genius? He could really succeed in cooking even a very difficult deep-frying dish for the first time with just a recipe book?
Everyone was so curious. Before, they were afraid that too many people would make him nervous and affect his performance, so they left the kitchen. Now they all ran to the window, wanting to see the new generation of chefs.
Then they were stunned...
No wonder they didn't even smell the normal smell of burning firewood, there was no fire at all in the kitchen.
The man in white was still dressed in flowing white clothes. Even though he was standing in the kitchen, next to the most life-like stove, from their point of view, there was a big, round and silly winter melon lying on his hand, which was not dyed.
A touch of worldliness.
Especially, between his hands, there is now a golden ball of light. When it moves, there will be traces of light flowing out like broken gold.
However, the stream of light will not run too far. It gathers bit by bit, like the golden tail feathers of a phoenix, circling and flowing, making the golden ball of light even more beautiful than anything in this world.
Looking at the handsome and elegant appearance of the man in white, and his usual indifferent eyes that could not see the sadness or joy, they even had the illusion that the man in white was really an immortal from heaven, and what was in his hand was a
The phoenix that is rising from the ashes will soon spread its wings and fly out.
Just as he was thinking about it, the ball of golden light actually unfolded like a lotus blooming, and a pale golden light jumped out of it and soared into the sky.
At the same time, the golden ball of light that seemed to have completed its mission also turned into a golden beam of light, flying towards the empty bowl on the stove.
I rubbed my eyes and looked carefully. There was an extra bowl of hot oil in the bowl.
I rubbed my eyes again, and I saw that the light and shadow that jumped out before had no longer ascended to immortality, but were now lying in another empty bowl, which contained five slices of fried steamed buns.
Everyone: "...that...what was that just now?"
The man in white's eyes fell on the opened recipe book, and he read out, "heat the oil pan until it is 70 to 80% hot."
"..." So is that golden ball of light... an "oil pan"?
Steamed buns, wake up! The oil pan refers to a pan with oil poured into it, not a pan made of oil!