981. Chapter 981 Advanced to the level of high-level foodies
After carefully storing the number in her current mobile phone, Luo Xiaoqian put the card into her bag, stood up and walked out of the office. There were some other tasks that she needed to deal with. She had agreed to cook for Leng Zimo in the evening. After finishing the work
, she should go back early to prepare.
It was already past two o'clock in the afternoon when Luo Xiaoqian had finished all the work. She ordered her subordinates who were traveling with her to get off work and go home first. She drove back to the villa community. She saw an empty supermarket on the roadside from a distance and immediately pulled over.
Exit the driveway on the right and go straight to the supermarket.
She picked left and right, and soon her shopping cart was filled to the brim.
"Fish? Fish and shrimp are all things that will cause inflammation and internal heat. No, Zimo has an injury on his hand, so he can't eat it... ribs, buy ribs... and some beef..."
She chose a piece of beef and was going to stew it. When she saw the steaks on the refrigerated shelves, her heart moved. She immediately put the shopping cart aside and walked over to choose.
There are several types of beef used to make steaks on Huohe. Luo Xiaoqian can't help but feel a little confused. Although she can cook now, her skill is only average. Looking at these kinds of steaks, she just doesn't know which one to choose.
Kind is better.
"Snowflake steak is relatively tender when grilled. If you like it a little chewier, you can use T-bone meat..."
Behind him, a pleasant male voice sounded.
Luo Xiaoqian straightened up in confusion, turned around, and looked at Jiao Yang, who was standing over her in light gray casual clothes, with a surprised look on her face.
"Jiao Yang?!"
"Xiao Qian?!" Jiao Yang was a little surprised when he saw her, "Why are you here?!"
"Passing by, buying something." Luo Xiaoqian replied casually, "I didn't expect that you also have research on steak?"
"A true foodie must not only be able to eat, but also be able to cook!" Jiao Yang raised his chin towards his shopping cart, "I have now advanced to the level of a high-level foodie!"
Luo Xiaoqian glanced at his shopping cart, looking at the ingredients and seasonings inside, and raised the corners of her lips slightly, "I didn't expect that, I remember you could boil eggs into fried eggs at that time..."
Speaking of this, she suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
Five years ago, the time when Jiao Yang boiled the eggs in the microwave into fried eggs, it was because she had a misunderstanding with Leng Zimo, and was later captured by the bad guys arranged by Lu Hao. She managed to escape, but was found injured by him.
The time I brought it home.
Compared to Luo Xiaoqian's embarrassment, Jiao Yang just shrugged his shoulders indifferently and smiled gently.
"When are you free, come and try my craftsmanship?!"
It was the first time in Jiao Yang's life that he cooked eggs for her, but the result was a failure.
That was also the first time in Jiao Yang's life that he confessed his love to a woman, but in the end, it also failed.
Jiao Yang is not a person who likes to fail. He has learned many things in the past five years.
For example, cooking.
His invitation was purely a friend's, and she couldn't refuse it directly.
"Okay, there's a chance!"
She smiled and answered that after five years in the mall, she has now learned how to politely refuse.
"Then...next weekend?"
The smile on his face was so bright that people couldn't bear to refuse. Luo Xiaoqian lowered her eyes.
"Maybe not next weekend, I'm quite busy recently!"
"Well, when you have time, give me a call. My number is still the same as it was five years ago!" Jiao Yang raised his hand, took a piece of beef tenderloin from the top layer and handed it to her.
"This piece is very fresh. It should taste good when made. Your husband will definitely like it!"
"Thank you!" Luo Xiaoqian thanked her politely.
Jiao Yang just shrugged his shoulders, "It's easy to do."
The two people pushed their shopping carts and left. No one noticed the paparazzi quietly taking photos behind the shelves in the distance.
