15. Dishes that are hard to swallow

When he came to Yang Xiajiao’s house again, Qi Ming had no discomfort, feeling sitting on the sofa playing with his mobile phone.

Yang Xiajiao took two large bags of vegetables and meat into the kitchen.

Immediately afterwards, Qi Ming heard a clicking sound from the kitchen, and guessed that Yang Xiajiao had locked the kitchen door.

“What the hell, why do you want to lock the kitchen door for no reason?”

Qi Ming felt a little strange, but he couldn’t ask too much, so he concentrated on playing the game on his mobile phone.

After half an hour passed, Qi Ming had just finished playing the game, when suddenly, he heard a scream from the kitchen.

“Wow…”

The crisp sound of cracking dishes sounded in the kitchen.

Qi Ming was startled, and rushed to the door of the kitchen, shouting: “Ms. Yang, is something wrong?”

“No…nothing happened.”

Yang Xiajiao’s awkward voice came from the kitchen.

Qi Ming was taken aback for a moment, then guessed that Yang Xiajiao might have broken the dishes in the kitchen.

Otherwise, it would not be so embarrassed.

As Qi Ming thought, Yang Xiajiao not only broke the dishes, but almost scrapped the phone together.

Just now, she opened the video in the kitchen and talked to her good girlfriends, asking them to teach herself how to make a delicious meal.

During the study, Yang Xiajiao was frightened by the live fish on the chopping board, and hurriedly dropped the bowls and chopsticks next to it to the ground.

“My President Yang, why should you embarrass yourself?”

In the video, an elegant young woman standing in a spacious kitchen with clear windows and a wry smile said: “If you want to make sweet and sour fish, you must first have a good knife skill. The knife skill is not too hard. I will teach you step by step. You can’t learn it either.”

“It’s all for this, I can’t call for takeaway, can I?”

Yang Xiajiao said angrily: “Teach me to be the simplest fish.”

“The easiest way is braised. Basically no knife skills are needed.”

The elegant woman in the video said with a smile: “First, scrape off the scales from the fish, then open the abdomen of the fish, take the internal organs out of the inside, put the fish in the pan and fry it for a few seconds. Zhong quickly turned over and put in accessories.”

“Wait…you said too fast.”

Yang Xiajiao said blankly, “You explain to me in detail, don’t say it together, I can’t remember.”

“My aunt, you…”

The elegant woman couldn’t laugh or cry, turned around and took out a cold fish from a large freezer.

She put the fish on the chopping board and said, “I’m optimistic, first of all, it is to scrape the fish scales.”

As she said, the elegant woman was holding a kitchen knife and scraping it back and forth on the fish’s back. Pieces of white fish scales seemed to become beautiful snowflakes under her hands.

Soon, all the scales on the fish were scraped off.

Yang Xiajiao thought it was easy to clean up fish scales, but she didn’t expect such a simple job to be overwhelmed by her.

The fish scales were too slippery, the kitchen knife accidentally cut her finger, tears in her eyes hurt Yang Xiajiao.

“Xia Jiao, don’t you think this will work? I am about six kilometers away from you. I will prepare the dishes and let someone deliver them to you. If you say that you did it, that’s not enough.”

The elegant woman really couldn’t bear to look at Yang Xiajiao anymore, she was clearly torturing herself wherever she was cooking.

It is estimated that after a few dishes are done, Yang Xiajiao will also be scarred.

“He wants to eat the dishes I made, and I must make them for him.”

Yang Xiajiao said stubbornly: “Start again, this time I will definitely not fail.”

Although Yang Xiajiao didn’t know how to cook, she knew how to plan ahead.

Not only did he contact his good sister, the beautiful kitchen god Blue Fluttershy, but also bought three servings of each ingredient.

Outside the kitchen, Qi Ming listened to the conversation between Yang Xiajiao and Lan Xiaodie with his extraordinary ear power.



At this moment, Qi Ming felt warm in his heart.

From childhood to adulthood, apart from his parents and masters, it was Yang’s grandparents who treated him best.

When Mr. Yang is with himself, he never puts on airs, and is kindly like a grandfather.

Yang Xiajiao has made so much effort to satisfy her casual request.

Going back to the living room and sitting down, Qi Ming rubbed his eyes.

This feeling of being valued is really good.

For this meal, Yang Xiajiao worked hard for more than three hours.

When it is done, it is already eleven o’clock in the evening.

Seeing Yang Xiajiao’s delicate hair messed up, and blood stains and vegetable leaves everywhere on her body, Qi Ming couldn’t help but want to go and give Yang Xiajiao a hug.

But reason told him that he and Yang Xiajiao hadn’t been familiar to this level yet.

“What’s wrong? Are you surprised?”

Yang Xiajiao took off the vegetable leaves from her hair and pretended to say triumphantly: “Don’t be too surprised, cooking a meal with my abilities is a piece of cake.”

“I’ll help you go to the kitchen to get food.”

Qi Ming couldn’t help but say that he entered the kitchen and was shocked.

Where is the kitchen? It is clearly a battlefield, and pots and pans are in a mess…

At the same time, Qi Ming could faintly smell the burnt smell in the kitchen.

“Go out, who let you in.”

Yang Xiajiao stretched out her hand to drag Qi Ming out of the kitchen, hurriedly put a few other dishes on the table, and closed the kitchen door heavily.

Looking at the four dishes and one soup on the table, Qi Ming’s mouth twitched.

He was not sure whether these things could be eaten.

Qi Ming asked tentatively, “Mr. Yang, when you were cooking just now, didn’t you add weird things to it?”

“Well, Qi Ming, you dare to laugh at me!”

Yang Xia said angrily: “I put rat poison and cockroach medicine in it. If you are afraid of death, don’t take it.”

“I am not a man of poison, and I am not afraid of any poison.”

Qi Ming smiled, picked up his chopsticks and said, “Mr. Yang, let’s eat together.”

“I made this especially for you. You can eat it first, and I’ll eat it later.”

Yang Xiajiao didn’t have much confidence in the dishes she made, and she was going to let Qi Ming come to test the dishes.

Qi Ming nodded, picked up a piece of fish and put it in his mouth.

The next second, Qi Ming almost sprayed out.

The fish in the mouth was astringent and bitter, and there was a strong sweetness.

This sweetness should be the taste of sugar.

It seems that Yang Xiajiao used sugar as salt. As for the bitterness of the fish, he must have pierced the fish’s gall when handling the internal organs.

Despite the unpalatable batch, Qi Ming still endured it and ate the fish into his stomach.

“Is it delicious?” Yang Xiajiao asked.

“It’s delicious, especially delicious.”

Qi Ming praised Yang Xiajiao against his will, and put his chopsticks on another dish.

The greens are dark, and at least there will be no strange smell.

Unfortunately, Qi Ming underestimated Yang Xiajiao’s poor craftsmanship.

When a vegetable was eaten down, Qi Ming felt as if he was overwhelmed in his belly.

Yang Xiajiao, the ancestor, used sesame oil as cooking oil for cooking.

At this moment, Qi Ming felt a burning pain in his stomach, thinking maliciously about how Yang Xiajiao would feel if he ate it?

“You can try this again.”

Yang Xiajiao picked up a piece of tofu and put it into Qi Ming’s bowl.

“Tofu shouldn’t be a problem, right? After all, you can eat it raw.”

Qi Ming put the tofu into his mouth uncertainly, and then revealed what it was like.

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