Crosstalk: There is no big or small thing on stage, but there is a new tomb offstage Chapter 347 Marriage will be bearable for Yun Cheng in the future, how could the food be so salty?
Chapter 347 Marriage will be bearable for Yun Cheng in the future, how could the food be so salty?
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"Have you forgotten? Master asked you to fire one?"
"Oh, that's right!" Song Yi recalled immediately, his expression became nervous, and he looked at the dishes around the cutting board, "Then what should I do?"
"After I pour out the soup, you can make a simple one."
"no problem."
Turning around, Qi Yuncheng saw that after the soup in the pot was cooked, it was poured into the basin prepared nearby, but he was about to take it out.
Song Yi, who was holding a spatula, said again, "I'll fry some cabbage, but can I do it without adding salt? I'm afraid it will be salty again."
"How to eat without salt? If you are worried, just add a little less, even half a spoonful, and then use the rest of the seasonings in moderation.
I'll take the soup out first."
"Half a spoon? Are you sure it's half a spoon? Are you really sure it's half a spoon?"
"Um."
Qi Yuncheng didn't know why she repeated it so much. He just took the soup away, but didn't go into the kitchen for a while. Even half a spoonful of it was not salty.
Unless the salt you bought has a genetic mutation.
So while waiting for the food, I chatted with Master and Uncle for a while outside.
When he saw Song Yi bringing out a plate of cabbage, he went back to clean up the kitchen, and then everyone went to the table to eat.
There are not many people at one table.
Master, mistress, uncle, aunt, Qi Yuncheng, Song Yi plus Yu Siyang, it was quite lively.
"The commercial performance of tens of thousands of people has been completed. Master Shi is very happy, but he can't leave. He is still serving as a judge for the competition.
But he called me because he wanted you to come and compete."
Yu Qian subconsciously spoke, telling his master's thoughts. It was indeed a pity.
Qi Yuncheng is indeed a little sorry, but if he really participates in that, he will not be able to go to subsequent performances. Now he has bought a house and has to pay off the mortgage.
Then he said, "I can't help it, but I have been to Master's house before and talked to him once."
"Well, you haven't been to the small theater for a long time, right? Xiaoyue has grown a lot recently and has a lot more energy than before.
They are still performing in theaters now."
Of course, Qi Yuncheng agreed with this point. Everyone said that Xiaoyue was not good at business, but he was also good at controlling the atmosphere in the future.
At the same time, I really feel a bit regretful. It has indeed been a long time since I went to Deyun Little Theater.
After the previous group of people reported it, he never went there again, or even took a look, because once he went, many people would probably come.
When the time comes to hire people to maintain the scene, I will also be annoyed.
Guo Degang saw what the child was thinking, "It's okay, you just finished your commercial performance, so it's time to go to the small theater to have some fun.
In a few days, I will contact the platform to hold several special live broadcasts.
There is a special performance of storytelling, a special performance of cross talk, and several cross talk dramas. Which one are you planning to go to?"
Qi Yuncheng was overjoyed, "Your storytelling session? What pit are you digging again?"
"As I said, there will be performances for several days in a row. It will be more lively in the small theater, so that the new children can also have a chance to show their faces."
"Okay, then let me go to Pingshu to assist you. I haven't been there for a long time, and I haven't talked about it for a long time. When I went to Tianjing last time, Mr. Jin told me a lot of things, but I didn't even have time to polish them."
Qi Yuncheng was extremely happy to get involved in folk art, not to mention that he had recently acquired storytelling skills that needed to be polished on stage, so he talked happily with his master.
Song Yi was holding dishes next to him and looking at him.
She didn't know why, but seeing her boyfriend happy made her happy too.
But Wang Hui, who is the master's wife, is not very happy. The two of them can't do without discussing business in any occasion. They can talk anywhere, but they just happen to be having dinner.
So he urged, "Stop talking and have a good meal. Most of them are made by Yuncheng. You haven't tasted them for a long time."
"Speaking of which, the last time I tried Yuncheng's food was when I was at the racecourse, but unfortunately I didn't cook much."
Bai Huimin also followed. After all, Yuncheng has been in Deyun for a long time. At that time, he had to do all kinds of busy work, such as cooking, sweeping the floor, and walking the dog.
But while the adults were talking, Yu Siyang, who was minding his own meal, suddenly reached out to one of the dishes.
Guo De just saw it and quickly put a chicken leg in just as he was about to reach over.
"Xiaoyang is getting cuter and cuter. Eat more of the chicken drumsticks your brother made for you."
Seeing that there were chicken legs in the bowl, Yu Siyang stopped wondering what the reddish cabbage tasted like and started eating it first.
But Yu Qian was not prepared at all. When he saw his son picking it up, he subconsciously picked it up and tasted it.
In fact, cabbage is a very simple dish, and it contains a lot of moisture when fried. It is a dish that is not too unpalatable no matter how you prepare it. After all, it is simple to make.
Oil and salt are actually enough. If you want it to taste better, you can add some chicken essence or other seasonings.
But as soon as he entered the room, there was something wrong with Uncle Yu's face. It wasn't too disturbing, but there was a slight change near his eyebrows.
He quickly put down his kuaizi, picked up the wine glass and took a sip. With this sip, my dear, I saved his life.
One bite of food almost stopped him from recovering.
Mainly because he was not prepared at all, because he knew Yuncheng's skills.
In the early 2000s, Guo Degang had dinner at his home, and he often went there.
Yuncheng and his sister-in-law often cook together, so naturally they have eaten his food. How could it be like this?
Out of doubt, I added another bite of other vegetarian dishes, but unexpectedly found that the taste was bland.
But it's definitely not Yuncheng who is doing nothing.
Good guy!
Yu Qian's heart was churning at this moment, and he also had various doubts. Could it be that he had just eaten the part where the salt had not dispersed?
Out of curiosity, he went over and picked up a few more salt before eating it. Now he understood that it wasn't that the salt was not mixed in at all, but that it was mixed very evenly.
Unfortunately there are too many.
"oops!"
Yu Qian had to put down Kuai Zi and took a sip of wine.
Bai Huimin, who was standing next to her, slapped her with her arm, "What's wrong with you today? You drank two sips in a row. Don't seduce your children to drink in broad daylight."
Yu Qian felt bitter in his heart, he had to drink.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! If Qi Yuncheng could not notice this scene, he would not have been able to feel the emotions of so many audiences during the performance.
But I still wonder why the uncle did that.
I went over and picked up a piece of it, and the moment I put it in my mouth, the overwhelming feeling of déjà vu came again.
He immediately turned to look at Song Yi and whispered: "What's going on? Didn't I ask you to put in half a spoonful? How many spoonfuls did you put in?"
"Yeah, I put in half a spoonful, is it still very salty?"
"Not only that, it's a bit spicy, but the key is salty."
"But I really put half a spoonful in it. As soon as you went out, I took the spoon next to me and poured half a spoonful in."
"Oh my god, that's a spoon for ladling soup."
"Ah? It turns out you weren't talking about the spoon. I asked you why you put so much. I never see you put it like that, but when you said half a spoon, I put half a spoon."
"Then you are too obedient! Hey, no wonder you kept asking me if I was sure, blaming me."
"..."
"..."
After the two people glanced at each other, they both fell silent, but seeing the uncle's look, they felt both distressed and funny.
Needless to say, Guo Degang was looking forward to this scene.
"How about it, senior brother, this dish was made by my daughter."
Yu Qian was stunned. Well, it was finally broken. No wonder it was different from what Yuncheng made. But with his daughter at the dinner table, how could he say it tastes bad?
"Well, it's okay, but it's suitable for people with heavy mouths."
"That's because not many people can enjoy the food cooked by my daughter."
Said a few words.
There was still harmony at the dinner table.
It's just that Song Yi is a little embarrassed, mainly because he doesn't cook much. He eats in the school cafeteria and mostly eats out after graduation.
After all, Renyi's salary is not low, and he can still support her going to restaurants outside.
But when she saw Yuncheng putting a little bit of cabbage into the bowl, she turned around, stretched out her kuaizi to carefully pick up a little bit from his bowl, and put it into her mouth to taste.
It really doesn't taste good.
But when I saw him pinching it again, I quickly stopped him and said, "Isn't it delicious? Why do you keep pinching it?"
"It's okay. Anyway, there is soup. Just soak it in a bowl for a while and you can eat it. You can eat more other dishes. I also made a few dishes based on the dishes from your hometown.
By the way, don’t worry about it, Master just wants me to try it, even if there are no good people talking about cross talk, you should know."
"Um!"
Song Yi obediently agreed, and then looked at his boyfriend from time to time while the table was eating.
It's obviously not delicious, but I still pick it up from time to time, feeling moved but not feeling the taste at the same time.
But more or less, this can be considered the happiness of two people being together?
She didn't know, because it was her first time falling in love, and it was her first time to talk about marriage, so everything needed to be explored slowly.
that's all.
Qi Yuncheng and Song Yi finished their lunch while guarding against others picking up the plate of food.
Washing dishes or something.
Naturally, it comes from two children.
Yu Siyang put it aside and played with toys when he saw them. The living room was large enough for him to consume his energy.
But in the living room.
After finishing their meal, Guo Degang and Yu Qian sat together and talked endlessly, but the latter was both funny and helpless.
"Is that really what my daughter did?"
Guo Degang looked like someone who had come before, "What else?"
"Oh, it will be hard for Yun Cheng to get married in the future. How can it be so salty? Is it possible that it is the pickle you originally planned to make?"
"My daughter just doesn't know how to cook. She can learn how to cook in the future. It won't prevent their relationship from warming up now."
Of course Yu Qian knew that and wished them well, but he still had to complain. He really caught himself.
However, he also immediately changed the topic, "Yuncheng has nothing missing now, and he can perform smoothly in business performances involving tens of thousands of people.
You can leave all the arrangements to Huanyu Company and Xiao Luan."
"Leave it to them. Then Yuncheng will be busy in the second half of the year and is eager to act more. But this is the only way. Now that he has bought a house, it is a good thing to be a little stressed.
When the time comes, I will also have financial support for my marriage.”
"No, that's what I think. Besides, Xiaoyue's condition has been a bit better recently, so I can consider sealing it this year."
Of course Guo Degang will not forget him. After following him for so long, it is not easy to go from being scorned by others to having his own fans now.
Not to mention that in Yunzike now, except for Qi Yuncheng, Xiaoyue is doing better.
Programs and theaters are all available.
It also has its own style.
"Okay, I'll talk to him tonight. Click on him to see if he can move. If he can move, he will be the one to seal the box. If it doesn't move, he will have to leave it for a while."