put wildness in his heart

Chapter 155 Chef Wen
Wen Miao let out a long breath, hating her eyes for not being able to live up to expectations, she simply turned her head away, stopped looking at Shen Jiayu, lowered her head and fiddled with the phone, without raising her head, said: "Shen Jiayu, can I give you a suggestion? ?”

Shen Jiayu spat out a word: "Speak."

Wen Miao: "You must remember to protect your face, don't hurt it."

Shen Jiayu: "?"

This suggestion sounds odd.

Shen Jiayu asked, "Why did you say this all of a sudden?"

"Do you remember what I said to you before?" Wen Miao leaned back on the sofa, tilted her head to look at him with her mobile phone in her arms, and said, "My patience depends on your appearance, so you You can do whatever you want here.”

"..."

Ah, remember.

What is the original story?

Ordinary handsome guys start, peerless handsome guys are the best, is there a limit?

Wen Miao said again: "But you feel your conscience, aren't you a bit too pretentious?"

"..."

Shen Jiayu glanced sideways, her thin lips moved slightly, and was about to speak, when Wen Miao made a sharp turn: "But—"

Shen Jiayu paused and swallowed back what he was going to say.

Waiting for her next words.

Wen Miao glanced at him, and admitted with some reluctance, "But for the sake of your good looks, I think I can bear it."

"..."

"But if you are disfigured, then I don't need to bear it anymore. At that time, you will be beaten to death by me."

"..."

Okay, let me lend her auspicious words.

He will take good care of his face.

Shen Jiayu straightened his waist, walked around the sofa from behind, and stopped on the side of the sofa. There was still so much space on the sofa, but he didn't sit in the sofa, but sat on the armrest on the side of the sofa, much more than Wen Miao A little higher.

Wen Miao felt that most of the streetlights coming in from the window were covered by him.

It was dark again in the room.

Wen Miao changed her position, pinching the side of the phone with her slender fingertips, turning it up and down. She turned the phone and thought for a while, then said, "What do you want to eat? There is no 'casual' dish."

Shen Jiayu answered the question: "I don't like to eat takeaway.

"..."

It's kind of hard to serve.

There is a restaurant in the bar, but the chefs are not here, and they are on vacation with the staff. I can't call them back at this time, just to cook a meal for the boss, right?
Then this boss is too oppressive.

After thinking about it, Wen Miao shook the phone and came up with a compromise method: "Can I do it?"

Shen Jiayu: "?"

Shen Jiayu was skeptical about this: "You will?"

No matter how you look at this little girl, she looks like a young lady who doesn't touch Yang Chunshui with her fingers. She probably hasn't even touched a fruit knife since she was a child.

"What's so difficult?" Wen Miao said confidently.

Haven't eaten pork, haven't seen a pig run yet?
Are so many episodes of "Jiangzhou on the Bite of the Tongue" for nothing?
It's just that Wen Miao at this time doesn't know that there is a gap between "imagination" and "reality".

This gap may not be obvious to others, but once it is placed on her, it may become an unbridgeable gap.

Just do it, Wen Miao stood up from the sofa and walked to the kitchen behind the living room.

The third floor was basically empty, with the warehouse on the east and Shen Jiayu's room at the west end.

One bedroom with balcony and small living room.

Next to it is the kitchen.

However, according to Wen Miao's understanding of Shen Jiayu, Shen Jiayu might not have even entered the kitchen after it was renovated.

It's just for decoration.

After entering the kitchen, Wen Miao stopped at the door and swept inside casually.

really.

The kitchen was spotless and bright.

The sink is cleaner than a dog can lick it, and when the light shines on it, it can reflect streaks of bright light.

Apparently it was never fired.

Wen Miao stood at the door of the kitchen, looking at the kitchen with a serious expression, thinking about it. She had never cooked before. She ate in the cafeteria when she was at school. When she was at home, the nanny usually did it. meal.

Occasionally, Wen Tingzhi and Xu Lan would cook together, their skills... I can't say more.

As for Wen Yan, he has cooked rice twice, but the taste is really unflattering.

Wen Miao thought for a long time, and finally put out the idea of ​​asking her parents, mother, and brother for help, and decided to rely on herself and go to Baidu to watch it.

There is no shortage of ingredients at the bar.

Wen Miao went around the kitchen on the first floor, picked and picked some and brought them up.

Leaning on the counter behind her, she turned on her phone, glanced at the recipes she found, and found that cooking porridge was the easiest.

But simply cooking a rice porridge is too ordinary and does not show her true culinary skills. Wen Miao decided to add a little bit of her own creative play to the basic porridge cooking process from Baidu.

The water boils quickly.

Wen Miao put the rice in the pot, wiped the water off her hands, picked up her mobile phone and took a picture of a strange-shaped dish she placed next to her, sent it to the WeChat group, and asked her little friend: [Please explain to me who is ignorant, what is this thing? 】

06:30, it is still dinner time, and the attached high school has not started evening self-study.

He Yin happened to be looking at his phone, and quickly replied: [I can't see clearly, Mr. Cat, please move closer to take a picture, don't shake your hands. 】

Qin Ke also took a closer look at the photo that was so blurry that his mother didn't recognize it: [It looks like broccoli. 】

Lin Er questioned: [How big is broccoli? 】

Xie Xiao answered: [Maybe the original ecological broccoli? 】

Qin Ke: [Mumu, the broccoli you usually see is the garnish on the steak, this one may have just been dug out of the soil. 】

While he was researching whether this was broccoli, Wen Miao sent a new high-definition and unshakable photo. By the way, he said: [It must not be broccoli. It’s not like I haven’t eaten broccoli before, so I can’t recognize it? 】

At the same time, Qin Ke clicked on the high-resolution photo, and his scalp went numb for a moment: [Ah... what is this?I got goosebumps on my arm just looking at it. 】

Xie Xiao: [...? 】

Lin Er: [... I feel a little uncomfortable looking at these densely packed small particles, and I am about to suffer from trypophobia. 】

Only He Yin stared at the photo for a long time, and finally gave an accurate answer: [Isn't this Buddha hair dish? 】

Wen Miao: [? 】

He Yin: 【It's pagoda cauliflower, which is also a kind of broccoli. 】

Liner: [The name sounds weird. 】

He Yin: 【Didn't you realize that its shape is also very special? 】

He Yin finally came across his field of expertise, and actively popularized science: [It is because the shape resembles Buddha's hair that it got the name "Buddha hair dish". 】

(End of this chapter)