Chapter 470

Looking at the ingredients in front of him, Ji Ziming frowned tightly.

Edible oil, tenderloin, water, marinade, ketchup, starch, vinegar, sugar, white sesame

Ji Ziming looked at the ingredients placed in front of him and frowned tightly. His eyes were so focused on the dishes of ingredients placed on the kitchen table.

If it wasn't for the wrong place, but in a place like the kitchen, Ji Ziming's appearance really seemed to be holding some terrible meeting.

"Young master, the ingredients are ready according to your instructions." Sister Yun looked at Ji Ziming, who was so focused on the ingredients on the kitchen table, and carefully said to Ji Ziming.

"Yes." Ji Ziming gave a light hum, and his eyebrows were still tightly wrinkled.

He learned this dish only yesterday... Old he said it was OK. That should be... It's still edible?

"Then... President Ji, do you have any other orders?" Seeing Ji Ziming, sister Yun seemed to be absent-minded, and asked carefully.

"No..." Ji Ziming's words haven't finished yet. It's like he thought of something. He changed his mouth and said, "help me get an apron."

"Sister Ji Ziming stared at her words a little worse.

"Hurry up." Ji Ziming glanced coldly at sister Yun when he saw her standing still.

"OK, OK, I'll prepare an apron for you now." With that, sister Yun walked away dizzy.

Her whole mind is still full of what Ji Ziming just said.

"Bring me an apron..."

Apron... Apron

Oh, my God! She must be in a dream now!

Otherwise, how could the young master of their family, who doesn't touch the spring water, suddenly tell her that he wants to cook! And what else should I do? Sweet and sour tenderloin, something he never eats! Now, what apron are you going to wear?!

Oh, my God! Earth! This is a joke!

However, even if sister Yun's heart kept roaring, her spirit seemed to be in a state of collapse, but what she should do was accomplished very quickly.

"Young master, here's your... Apron." When sister Yun said the apron, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

Their young master doesn't really want to wear an apron, does he?!

"Yes." Ji Ziming took the apron from sister Yun and put it on her.

"..." looking at Ji Ziming wearing an apron on her without any rejection, and looking at the action of wearing an apron, it seems that she doesn't look like she was wearing it for the first time. Sister Yun was shocked.

This is definitely an illusion! She must be dreaming!

However, next, Ji Ziming's action made sister Yun dumbfounded again.

"Zila ~!"

The sound of cooking oil boiling brought sister Yun back to reality from her incredible daze.

This time she recovered, she saw that Ji Ziming didn't know what had turned on the fire, and poured edible oil into the pot and boiled it!

"Young master, be careful! The oil is burning you, or I..." come on, before sister Yun finished her words, she saw Ji Ziming pour ingredients such as onions, ginger and garlic into the pot with great grace, and stir fry them skillfully with a spatula

Sister Yun couldn't believe looking at Ji Ziming standing in front of the stove. She looked at this man who has always been unattainable in the eyes of others. At this time, wearing a white apron and skillfully frying vegetables, sister Yun was shocked.

Their young master can cook vegetables?!

Their young master can cook vegetables?! And it's sweet and sour tenderloin, a dish he never eats?!

God!!!! The young master of their family is really in love!!!

The country girl who doesn't know where to call is really their young master's girlfriend?!

But where can that country girl match our young master!!! That country girl wants to have no face and no body!

And it looks so uneducated! Where does she deserve their young master!

Just as sister Yun was roaring in her heart, Ji Ziming had already taken another pot and fried the tenderloin in oil again..

"Zila ~! Zila ~!"

The people in the kitchen were attracted by Ji Ziming's elegant and skilled behavior. Subconsciously, they stopped their work and couldn't help looking at Ji Ziming.

It has to be said that Ji Ziming is naturally a focus of attention.

No matter what he wears or what he is doing, he is destined to be the focus of people's eyes.

At this time, even though the man was wearing a very grounded white apron, it did not damage his noble noble temperament.

Even with a pot and spatula, he looks very elegant and noble, making people feel superior.

"President Ji is so handsome."

"Yes, sure enough, what you wear depends on your temperament."

"I believe in temperament now."

Even though none of the people brought by sister Yun are women, they are all men. However, under the charm of Ji Ziming, these men still keep their eyes on it.

Because Ji Ziming was very focused on frying the sweet and sour tenderloin in his hand, he... Didn't notice that at this time, the people in the kitchen were staring at him, which also led to the group of men in the kitchen talking more and more boldly.

After listening to the whisper in the kitchen getting louder and louder, sister Yun recovered from her shocked roar.

"What are you doing? Shut up!" Sister Yun turned her head, looked at the employees who gathered together and whispered to Ji Ziming, and scolded fiercely.

Being reprimanded by sister Yun, the whispering voice suddenly disappeared without a trace. They all lowered their heads and began to do what they were doing.

However, when sister Yun didn't pay attention, they would quietly raise their heads and look at Ji Ziming.

"Young master, you have a rest. Let me fry you." Sister Yun looked at some small sweat on Ji Ziming's forehead and said in a twinkling of pain.

However, Ji Ziming didn't give sister Yun any response. He just focused on frying his sweet and sour tenderloin.

"Alas ~" looking at Ji Ziming's disregard for her, sister Yun sighed and complained about Peige again.

This woman is really! I don't know that men are in charge of the outside and women are in charge of the inside! How dare you let such a noble young master of their family cook! It's so hateful!

"Sneeze ~!"