She didn't know how long she had been watching, but the sound of sizzling oil brought her attention back, and the smell of spicy hotpot floated into the restaurant.
The strong aroma aroused Yang Yuran's greed. She couldn't sit still and followed the smell to the kitchen. Qin Muyu weighed the pot with one hand and stir-fried with one hand. The red oil in the pot gradually blended the onion, ginger, garlic and other seasonings into one.
"No wonder you don't buy hot pot. You know how to fry it yourself. It's so awesome." Yang Yuran took the opportunity to flatter the future "food and clothing parents".
"Stay away, be careful of oil splashing on you."
Qin Muyu stopped weighing the pot and used a shovel to stir-fry the seasonings opposite to where Yang Yuran was.
As a freeloader, Yang Yuran wisely took two steps back. If she doesn't work or help, she can't just cause trouble to others. That's too much.
"Wow, the bottom of your pot is so fragrant. Send me the secret recipe later on WeChat. I will learn from it, and when Yuanyuan comes back, I will personally cook her a meaningful reception feast."
Yang Yuran tricked Qin Muyu into answering the conversation. Usually after saying this, the other party would usually suggest that Zhou Yuanyuan come over to eat, and the other party cooked it herself.
Blinking his watery eyes, he expected a rather straight reply from the other party: "I'm just learning and selling now, look at your front right. You apply through my WeChat, and I'll forward the tutorial to you later."
Following the directions, I saw Qin Muyu's mobile phone standing on the edge of the chopping board. There was a pause screen on the screen, and the introductory subtitles read "Teaching on the Freshly Stir-fried Ingredients for Sichuan and Chongqing Hot Pot".
Hitting the wall, Yang Yuran felt embarrassed and surprised, and asked as if he had never seen the world before: "Did you only read it once?"
"Well, there are a lot of additives in the food sold outside, so try to come back for dinner later."
Qin Muyu answered calmly, but Yang Yuran felt a surge of emotion in his heart. He took the initiative to apply for a long-term meal ticket to fight. Whether to accept or not is a difficult question.
While hesitating, he had some time to look at Qin Muyu. He was wearing a light pink bunny apron. Yang's mother bought the M size in Yang Yuran's size. It looked like a little vest on him, and she looked a little girly, but it was limited to looking at him. As long as it was on him.
Moving his eyes slightly upward, his deep and handsome facial features are completely unrelated to those of his mother, which makes the overall atmosphere very warm.
Yang Yuran shook his head to dispel his wandering thoughts, and tried his best to help his best friend create opportunities: "I'm quite clumsy. When Yuanyuan comes back, why don't you give her a meal?"
Zhou Yuanyuan is more spicy than her. If she eats the hot pot that Qin Muyu washes, cuts and stir-fries with his own hands, she will definitely be moved to death. At that time, she will secretly leave, leaving the two of them sweet and sweet.
While Zheng Meimei was planning, she heard disappointing words: "Ran Ran, the biggest fear in relationships is unclear adhesion. I only have a brother-sister relationship with Yuanyuan. I will be a good brother and avoid other things that can easily cause misunderstandings."
"Do you have clairvoyant eyes?" Yang Yuran was deeply doubtful that you could actually see through her mind.
Qin Muyu picked up the wok, poured the ingredients into the special hotpot pot, and answered the question with a smile: "Are you hungry? It's time to eat."
"Eat first."
Yang Yuran compromised and struggled only to wrong himself, which was meaningless.
After eating every mouthful of vegetables and meat with Qin Muyu's mixing bowl, Yang Yuran was completely conquered by the delicious food, and had the illusion of traveling to a hot pot restaurant next to Hongya Cave.
At around ten o'clock in the night, Yang Yuran touched his slightly bulging belly, feeling annoyed that he had just woken up.
"If you eat too much, you will probably gain weight tomorrow. Wrong, the fat army is already gathering strength starting tonight."
Qin Muyu gently caressed Yang Yuran's head with his big hand, and advised with familiar words: "Girls are fatter and cuter. Don't worry about eating. You don't have to worry about getting married."
Don't worry about getting married. The reasons given by the other party are both right and wrong. The right thing is that Yang Yuran has not considered getting married in the past ten years. She wants to deal with the bad things at home and be chic enough.
The problem is that women keep their bodies beautiful not just to please men, but also to please themselves!
The advantage of appearance is particularly important to her, and she cannot fall into the deception of her enemies.
Rolling up his sleeves, he announced: "I'll wash the dishes."
"You can do yoga to achieve the same level of fat burning."
Qin Muyu didn't give her a chance to choose, so he picked up the high pile of bowls and chopsticks and walked to the kitchen.
Yang Yuran was not interested in pulling and grabbing, so she turned off the lights in the living room, turned on the projector, played a horror movie as background music, and started doing yoga.
Scientists have studied that people burn fat to a very high degree when they are afraid.
After completing the entire set of yoga movements twice, Yang Yuran went back to the house to sleep without noticing that Qin Muyu's bedroom light was on all night.
In the next two days, Yang Yuran deeply realized that his self-discipline was extremely poor. He could not resist Qin Muyu's excellent cooking skills and ate to the fullest every night.
On the third day, she took a chance and weighed herself. She was horrified to find that she had gained more than a kilogram.
Her ability in abacus and mental arithmetic has suddenly appeared. If she continues to eat like this, she will become a fat person in less than half a year. She should go back to the Yang family's old house to see Mother Yang tonight.
Make a decision and send Qin Muyu a message.
Five minutes later, I received a thoughtful reply from Qin Muyu: What a pity. I originally planned to make Coke chicken wings and sauerkraut mashed potatoes for Ran Ran in the evening.
Coke Chicken Wings!!! Yang Yuran swallowed silently. After watching this short video last night and seeing this dish, she had been thinking about it all day long.
What should I do? I really want to eat it?
No, no, she can't eat it anymore! Each 100g of Coke chicken wings contains about 182 calories. Qin Muyu makes at least one pound each time, which is a calorie intake of about 1,500!
However, Qin Muyu's cooking must be delicious.
Holding his head with both hands, he shouted in a muffled voice to remind himself: "Yang Yuran, you need to wake up!"
Dong-dong-dong, Fan Sirui's usual coded knock sounded on the door.
Yang Yuran put aside her worries and conflicts for a moment, regained her composure, clicked on the newly installed desktop unlock button, and agreed to enter.
Fan Sirui brought an unfamiliar boy to her desk and introduced him: "Beautiful sister, his name is Fang Kai. I mentioned him to you last time. He has a very good bass. He is a disciple of Teacher Huang Zidi."
"Hello, Teacher Yang, Teacher Gao from Jiade took an assessment on me this morning, and I got ninety points."
Fang Kai said calmly, using the more authoritative recognition in the company to prove his strength.
Yang Yuran raised her eyes and looked at the boy who was young but not frightened. Yes, judging from his appearance, Fang Kai could only be defined as a boy.
He has a baby face and is less than 1.7 meters tall, probably around 1.62 meters tall. He is only as tall as Fan Sirui's chest.
"The country set new laws for the entertainment industry last year, prohibiting minors from forming groups and using children as profit-making tools. Is this child over 18 years old?"
Yang Yuran looked at Fan Sirui, with a righteous look on his face, and expressed his unshakable principle: "Our group does not want to be underage, no matter how good the singers are."
"Look what you said, of course I can't pick a flaw to join the group. Fang Kai is just a bit younger. He is eighteen years old this year and will be nineteen by the end of the year. Mr. Zhou and I have confirmed that Mr. Zhou
