Jiao Yang turned around and saw two packages of noodles for hot pot sitting alone in the huge shopping bag on the side of the stove.
"Xiao Bei, I love you so much!" Jiao Yang turned around and walked over to take the two packages of noodles from the shopping bag, "Fortunately you haven't washed them yet, otherwise, we wouldn't be able to eat the hot pot tonight!"
"You mean..." Mo Bei looked at the meat in the pool, "These are all inedible?"
"Try it." Jiao Yang raised his chin towards the meat in the pool.
Mo Bei stretched out his palm and pinched a piece of mutton. As soon as he applied force, the meat was already rotten before it was washed.
Although she lacked common sense, at this point, it was not difficult to guess that she was wrong. She had been struggling from eight o'clock to almost midnight, but she had made a mess. Mo Bei's little face was full of defeat.
"Sorry, let's go out to eat!"
"It's okay!" Jiao Yang raised his hand and hugged her shoulders, stuffing the noodles into her hand, "I'll teach you how to make hot pot noodles for me!"
Although she did a terrible job, she still had good intentions after all, and he really couldn't bear it.
"Forget it, let's go out to eat!" Mo Bei lost all confidence in himself.
Jiao Yang patted her shoulder, "Actually, it's nothing to you. Do you know what I was like when I cooked for the first time? My house was almost blown up by me!"
"I don't believe it!" Mo Bei looked suspicious.
"Really, what did I lie to you for?" Jiao Yang hugged her and walked out of the kitchen and pushed her to the table. "Now, let me teach you how to cook noodles. First, you need to get some water and half
The pot will be fine.”
Mo Bei did as he was told and quickly got the water.
"Very good, now, put it on the pot and turn on the switch... smart... now cover the lid, let's wait for the water to boil, and I can tell you the story of my first time cooking!" Jiao Yang sat on the chair.
Next, "Five years ago, I cooked for the first time in my life. I boiled eggs. It was very simple. I added water, eggs, and boiled over high heat... Everything went smoothly. But when I was about to peel the eggs, I heard a bang...
It turned into fried eggs, and the whole kitchen was covered with broken eggs, and the same happened all over my body. It was the most embarrassing time in my twenty-nine years of life."
Of course, it’s not just the cooking that’s embarrassing.
That night was the first time in his life that he confessed his true feelings to a woman, and then, he was rejected.
Mo Bei didn't smile, a pair of black and white eyes just stared at his face, "Is it for Luo Xiaoqian to eat?!"
"You are very smart." Jiao Yang did not deny it. "From that day on, I started to learn to cook!"
At that time, he always thought that the only difference between him and Leng Zimo was that he couldn't cook.
Later, when he really learned to cook, he realized that this was far from the case.
Love is a feeling.
It's the same for everyone, just like different ingredients have different tastes. You just like some ingredients if you like them, whether you steam them or braise them, but you won't like some flavors no matter how you cook them.
He is not Leng Zimo. Even if he learns to cook, he is just Jiao Yang who can cook.
"Has she eaten the food you cooked?" Mo Bei asked.
Jiao Yang laughed, raised his hand and opened the lid of the pot, "The water is boiling, it's time to get down!"
Mo Bei stood up hurriedly, opened the package of noodles, and put the noodles into the pot.
