After it was done, he took a fork and tasted it, and found that it tasted pretty good.
He knelt down and handed it to his son. He knew very well that after giving the stick just now, he had to give candy to him now. Otherwise, when his wife came back, his son would run and cry.
Our boss Yan has the demeanor of a loving father. He asked him: "Do you want to eat the fried steak?"
"...No need, this is enough." Colin looked troubled and ran quickly with the vegetable salad in his arms.
What a joke. Is the food cooked by you, Mr. Yan, meant for human consumption?
Colin remembered that his mother and Aunt Tao went shopping one day and left the father and son at home.
Yan Mubei suddenly showed mercy and personally cooked a bowl of noodles for the two father and son.
Colin still remembered that bowl of noodles was so unpalatable that he wanted to vomit, but Mr. Yan ate it with relish.
It’s not that the two bowls of noodles are different, it’s just that some people are like that.
I think what I cook is pretty good, just like Yan Mubei.
With a bang, the door to the room slammed shut.
Yan Mubei-_-|||.
Yan Mubei felt a little guilty, and it seemed that he had gone too far in teaching his son a lesson.
But forget it, it’s okay if he doesn’t come to cause trouble anyway.
So he continued to fiddle with his steak, poured out the water in which the steak was soaked, pinched it, and felt that it was almost thawed.
Turn on the fire, pour in olive oil, and fry the love steak leisurely.
A certain boss was almost moved to tears by himself. I wonder if there is any gangster boss in the world who would personally cook for a woman to eat.
The answer was no, and he couldn't help but applaud himself.
(Qi Yifeng jumped out: Who said no? I cook every day.)
Mr. Yan was so moved that he accidentally browned the steak.
Yan Mubei(⊙o⊙).
It doesn't matter, there are still two pieces left, so he can keep trying.
Yan Mubei cheered himself up, then poured out the charred steak, and fried the second piece with confidence.
The olive oil squeaked, the color of the steak was changing, and a certain boss felt happy.
Boss Yan was so happy that he accidentally browned the steak again.
Yan Mubei(＞﹏＜).
It doesn't matter, there's still one piece left. He wants to give this deliciously fried piece to his wife.
Yan Mubei cheered himself up, then poured out the steak, and he was ready to fry the third piece.
The olive oil squeaked, the color of the steak was changing, and a certain boss felt his heart tightening.
Summing up the lessons from the previous two failures, Yan Mubei was particularly successful this time, and no burnt aroma was found.
So he put the steak on a plate and placed sliced tomatoes on the side for decoration.
After finishing it, he placed it on the dining table behind him and turned back to study the two seared steaks.
He picked out the better piece and cut off the burnt areas on the surface.
In order to cover up the uneven surface, he specially poured dark soy sauce on it and garnished it with a few slices of chopped green onion.
Of course, Lin Qianqian's piece should also be garnished with chopped green onion, so it looks like it's a pair.
Yan Mubei washed his hands and admired them with great satisfaction.
He is indeed an extremely good man who can make a lot of money outside and work in the kitchen at home.
Too perfect, there will never be such a perfect man in this world.
Lin Qianqian, after eating my love steak, why don't you crawl into my bed obediently?
hey-hey.
A certain man threw away the rag and completely ignored the kitchen behind him, which was like a typhoon passing through.