Chapter 508

GAO Yichen didn't answer right away. Her eyes fell on the bag in her hand. The green vegetable leaves were exposed from the plastic bag, which was very eye-catching.

Fu Mingyue looked at the dishes in her hand along his line of sight, suddenly a little embarrassed. She is really not a housewife, carrying this pile of vegetables is always a kind of forced suspicion.

"Can you cook?" Gao Yichen seems to be surprised by this.

Fu Mingyue was stunned, then blushed and shook her head. "This is the first time, and I don't know if I can eat what I've made."

She's really worried about Gao Yichen's sudden whim. She wants to have a meal. If she eats something that she makes, it's not good.

It turns out that she's really over compensated.

Gao Yichen just nodded and drove into Fengya Pavilion.

Fu Mingyue didn't know whether he came here to find someone or live here, but it had nothing to do with her, so she didn't speculate too much.

Carrying a bag of vegetables, Fu Mingyue wandered back to the rental house, then downloaded a gourd app with her mobile phone, and started to draw gourds according to the above tutorial.

It's not difficult to make white rice. As long as the water is put properly, the white rice can be eaten.

It's not difficult to wash and pick vegetables. At most, it's a little slower. however. It's a bit difficult for Fu Mingyue to cut vegetables. It's OK to cut celery. It's killing to cut pork. It took her more than ten minutes to cut a piece of pork half the size of a palm, and it was still in a strange shape, with different sizes and thicknesses. It was really miserable.

When she put down the kitchen knife, Fu Mingyue felt like she had done a thankless job. Her clothes on her back were soaked with sweat, and she felt very sticky.

Fortunately, she didn't chop off her fingers as a dish.

Looking at those strange shaped meat slices, Fu Mingyue once again sighed in her heart: cooking is really not what I can do! I'm afraid I won't be a good wife and mother in my life.

If in the past, it doesn't matter if she can't become a good wife and mother. Anyway, the man of Miss Fu's family will not be too bad. It's not a problem to ask a nanny to come back to serve her.

But now, even if she really can't be a good wife and mother, she has to learn to take good care of herself. Otherwise, how can she live? How can a promising man choose a down-to-earth young lady of the Fu family who has been in prison? Since we have to rely on ourselves, we should at least not let ourselves starve to death!

"Hu -" exhale, Fu Mingyue ready to start marinating pork, ready to put aside waiting for the next pot.

The electric rice cooker Fu Mingyue bought is a bargain of tens of yuan each. It has no other functions except cooking. The cooking time is much less than those of smart electric rice cookers. It's only ten minutes. So the rice was cooked before she cut the pork.

Like everyone who cooks for the first time, Fu Mingyue is in a hurry. When she heats up the oil, she throws it into the kitchen. The oil almost doesn't splash on her face. She is so scared that she directly throws away the spatula and basket and then goes back. The action of stir frying is the same as that of robot, one command at a time, and the same is true for seasoning. When she finished step by step according to the tutorial, the vegetable heart in the pot was almost turned into stew.

It's obviously more difficult to stir fry meat with celery than with minced garlic.

This time, Fu Mingyue was in a hurry, waiting for the dish to start, and the celery had already been fried.

Two dishes on the table, selling can only be described as miserable.

Fu Mingyue stood there and looked for a while. Finally, she sighed and turned to eat. The only comfort for her is that the rice is soft and hard, and there is no failure.

After eight years in prison, Fu Mingyue's requirements for food had already dropped to no bottom line, so although one of the two dishes was almost rotten and the other was dry and salty, she still ate them with white rice.

When putting down the chopsticks, Fu Mingyue touched her stomach and prayed: don't eat bad stomach, or you will suffer and cost money!

However, after cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks and turning on the laptop, Fu Mingyue has no heart to think about things.

The laptop is the public property of the Department, and xiazete allows her to take it back for use at the weekend, because other families have computers with good configuration, which are enough to meet the need of working overtime at home. Only Fu Mingyue is completely poor.

It's happy to do what you like, and the time of happiness always passes in the blink of an eye. When Fu Mingyue felt that her shoulders and neck were stiff and stretched out to loosen them, she found that it was evening.

In the spirit of repeated defeats, Fu Mingyue took the key and mobile phone out of the door and went straight to the food market. This time she bought tomatoes and eggs, a handful of vegetables and two pieces of tofu. Green vegetables, bean curd soup and scrambled eggs with tomatoes are the easiest dishes to make. She, who has no talent and no experience, should honestly start with the simplest one.

Before leaving, Fu Mingyue went to the cooked food area to buy a hand shredded chicken. If she made scrambled eggs with tomatoes, she would have two dishes.But coincidentally, she once again met Gao Yichen in the community.

Mr. Gao, who is elegant and casual, is wearing light gray casual clothes, which is a little different from wearing a suit. It seems that he is neither so cold nor so domineering. In other words, he has changed from a domineering president to an elegant gentleman, but they are all eye-catching.

It's just a coincidence!

Two times a day, this probability can win the lottery. Maybe she can consider buying a lottery ticket. Maybe she will get rich overnight!

With a snigger, Fu Mingyue couldn't help muttering in her heart: does Gao always think that she's making an encounter out of ulterior motives? Besides, Gao doesn't really live in this place, does he?

"Mr. Gao."

Fu Mingyue said hello, did not dare to say more, lest say more wrong.

"Well." Gao Yichen nodded, and her eyes fell on the bag in her hand.

In Fu Mingyue's heart, not knowing whether to say hello and leave or to talk a few more words, Gao always said a word that made her almost jump up.

"Do you mind if someone rubs the meal?"

Fu Mingyue suddenly opened her eyes, raised her head, looked at the still expressionless face close at hand, and doubted whether she was listening. Mr. Gao, the flower of kaolin, even wants to eat. What's more, she's a rookie cook? Isn't he afraid of going to the hospital?

"Mr. Gao, are you kidding?"

Gao Yichen's face was still, and he was as stable as a mountain. "No way."

Fu Mingyue tangled, she really want to say a refusal. "Yes, yes, but my cooking I really can't flatter you. You really don't think about it any more? "

In fact, what she wants to say is that if I eat bad food and go to the hospital, I won't be responsible for the medical expenses.

"You can rest assured that your salary will not be deducted and you will not be allowed to pay for medicine."

"Ha ha..." Fu Mingyue gave a dry smile. She could only accept her fate and lead the man home. She wondered in her heart whether Mr. Gao was stimulated today, for example, her head was clamped by the door. Of course, this kind of thought she only dares to flash in her mind, and she absolutely dares not show it.

"Does Mr. Gao also live near here?"

"I live here."

"Ah? Oh When the facts were confirmed, Fu Mingyue was still startled. Not to mention other people, instead of standing on the sidelines, she should also suspect that this is ulterior motives. She lives in the same community with Mr. Gao.

However, the location of Fengya Pavilion is not bad, but it is not very good. Moreover, the community of Fengya Pavilion is not young, and its external walls and roads are very mottled. How can people like Gao Yichen, who have so much money to burn as firewood, live here?

Fu Mingyue thinks of the Huiteng that Gao Yichen often drives. Who would have thought that Yifei's president didn't drive a Bugatti Veyron, a Bentley moushan, or a Maserati GranCabrio, but a Volkswagen Phaeton? Even if someone breaks the news to the gossip media, they think the call is a prank!

So it's not strange for Gao Yichen to live in Fengya Pavilion. This boss is a low-key person. What's more, at his level, he really doesn't need these things to prove his status.

Fu Mingyue didn't know how, but she thought of herself. Sure enough, he is young and frivolous. He doesn't know what it means to have heaven and people outside, let alone to keep a low profile. I have to fall from heaven to hell to reflect, but it's too late.

Entering the room, Fu Mingyue poured a glass of water for Gao Yichen first. "Mr. Gao, I'm sorry. I don't have the habit of drinking tea. I can only aggrieve you to drink boiled water."

"Nothing." Gao Yichen took a sip of boiled water without changing his face.

"Mr. Gao, sit down first and I'll cook." Fu Mingyue just ran into the kitchen. She is really not familiar with Gao Yichen. Now that people come to her house to eat, she feels embarrassed.

White rice noon has confirmed that the online method of measuring whether the amount of water is appropriate is feasible. Fu Mingyue is familiar with it and cooks the white rice first. Then she began to wash and cut vegetables. At this time, she was glad that she was cooking scrambled eggs with tomatoes tonight and didn't need to spend half an hour to cut meat. As for the poor cutting of tomatoes, she was too lazy to be embarrassed. Anyway, Gao Yichen knew that she was cooking for the first time today.

Facts have proved that scrambled eggs with tomatoes is indeed an easy, delicious and nutritious dish. Rookies like Fu Mingyue can also make it, and they feel that it tastes good, but they can't compare with the pictures on the Internet. Can be red tomatoes, yellow eggs, and then sprinkled with a little green onion powder, with together is not too ugly.

As for the green vegetables and bean curd soup, that is to say, if you put it in and cook it well, it won't taste bad as long as you master the saltiness.

Gao Yichen has been sitting quietly in the sofa, looking at the moving figures in the kitchen through the glass door. His eyes are deep and his face is difficult to distinguish.

After about half an hour, Fu Mingyue finally made a dinner clumsily. Apart from other things, at least she didn't cut her hand, broke the bowl, scalded her skin by the oil, and didn't completely paste the dishes. She was very satisfied.Before the meal was served, Fu Mingyue felt it necessary to give the uninvited guest a shot.

"Mr. Gao, this is my second time to cook, and I really can't compliment my talent in this field, so you should be prepared."

It's too late for you to back out.