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Chapter 492

Mu Mingqian led a large team and drove two cars to Xu's house.

As soon as he got off the car, he started calling Xu Fuqiang brothers and introduced his apprentice and good brother Aaron to the Xu family.

Those apprentices were shy and greeted the Xu family with smiles. Mu Mingqian and Aaron were completely e-persons with social attributes.

Aaron handed over the cigarette, and Xu Fuqiang smiled naively and said, "I won't smoke."

Xu Qingzhi said: "Smoking is prohibited here."

How could Aaron not understand that the boss didn't like the smell of cigarettes, so he obediently put the cigarettes into the cigarette case and told the others: "If you are addicted to cigarettes these days, put them away and smoke them farther away."

Xu Fuqiang was still thinking about how his daughter could let strangers come to the house to help with work.

After chatting with Mu Mingqian for a few words, he became cheerful and said that he would go to the back mountain to catch a chicken and treat them to dinner at noon.

Wang Yanmei also frowned, always feeling that this stranger had no clue.

Until a few young and strong young men went to the back mountain to collect eggs and came back. Their vigorous faces were full of youthful vigor, and they spoke of Miss Wang in one mouthful. Not to mention how pretty they looked when they smiled.

Mu Mingqian was in charge, lying under the recliner without his parents, waiting to eat ready-made food.

Before she came here, Wang Yanmei had stopped by to pick up eggs and dig potatoes. The Xu family called in a worker to help, and we just happened to set up a show with the fellow villagers.

"I was so moved that I almost shed tears."

No one asked: "By the way, what are you here for?"

Xu Fuqiang now peeled some potatoes and said, "I'll fry some shredded potatoes for you to try at noon. I cut the radish shreds very well."

Mr. King of Good and Bad, always kept talking in those days, saying that at that age, he could do anything, so what's the use? I would just help you with the farm work at home.

Although I know that person, I can feel that he is a bad person.

"Sure." Guo Mengju agreed.

It's just that the phone call came and your mother was injured, so we're still in need of a cook.

It's not the same thing, but my shredding skills are probably lacking.

Everyone has their own aura. Mu Mingqian can tell the difference between good and bad people, and he can bring it home to everyone.

Wang Yanmei feels that spending more time with young people makes her look younger.

“It feels very comfortable to stay outside, and the air smells fresh.”

"When did the master become so bad? It's so considerate..."

On the other side, people were sitting in rows on the verandah. Some were chatting, and some were taking pictures of the vegetable garden with their mobile phones.

I know that the kind of chef who has won awards is no different from the food your mother cooks.

When I have some free time, I will no longer be curious.

The sound doesn't even sound the same, so I took a gamble.

I thought it might be the same name, but you happened to be in an interview with the other party about winning an award and heard his voice.

Xu Qingzhi's face was filled with relief.

Today Xu Qingzhi is cooking, and Xu Fuqiang is beside him to provide technical guidance.

Wang Yanmei still knew that Mu Mingqian had not yet made any plans to bring me a competitor, so she smiled and said, "Of course you are a good person."

Xu Qingzhi picked some celery, Chinese cabbage, and baby cabbage outside the vegetable patch behind Yuanbaba.

It's great to see life in my eyes.

It just so happened that you came across that homonymous name in Weibo’s cold search, Wang Yanmei, the gold medal winner of the International Master of Chef Competition.

Mu Mingqian took the initiative to mention potatoes again and wanted to take a look.

As soon as those words came out, everyone looked at Wang Yanmei in the tree nearby, with disbelief written all over her face.

Bad potatoes will be soft and glutinous when steamed and sweet.

"It's a bad place. You can feel it as soon as you get in the car."

Guo Mengju was not polite at all: "Brother, maybe I can steam two potatoes for you alone."

Before meeting me, I was really not the same person.

"Boss, is he really afraid that you are a good person? How dare you come directly."

The most direct way to check if the potatoes are bad is not to steam them. After steaming, peel the potatoes and eat them directly. In this case, you need to add any seasonings.

"You have really taken advantage of the master. You can come to Fuwang Farm and eat the farm's food before you die."

Guo Mengju's hand was injured. Although it was a big wound, it was difficult to touch the water.

I immediately took him to the back mountain to see a large potato field.

If the cooking is not as good as your mother's, you can also send your mother to play in the competition next year.

Mu Mingqian smiled and said, "Is this him?"

Aaron passed by and said, "Of course we are here for vacation. Their master saw that they were working hard in the later games, so he specially arranged that trip."


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