Chapter 1469

Zhang Ye stands up with a smile and looks at alpasino in a light gray suit. He reaches out his hand and holds it with him.

"Ha ha, frank, I see you. Just now I heard that Scarlett invited you but didn't call me. I'm still angry. This girl knows that I want to see you very much recently. She invited you but didn't call me. She's really angry. " Alsha hoarse but very magnetic voice is very happy to say.

"Mr. Pacino, I'd love to see you, too. You know, I'm a big fan of you. " Zhang Ye said with a smile.

"Call me al, Mr. Pacino. We don't look like friends at all." Although he knows that Al's character is very straightforward, he didn't expect that he was so unexpectedly easy to get along with.

You know, Al can be regarded as a national treasure actor in Hollywood today. Countless films have been canonized as classics, including the trilogy of "smelling women", "Scarface evil star", "hot afternoon", and "Godfather", which is regarded as a film textbook all over the world.

His deep and hoarse voice, strong style of old-fashioned hero, and arrogant and domineering image have thoroughly promoted al to the altar. Even Zhang Ye once thought that the godfather of the Mafia family in the United States should be like this.

However, after seeing Al, Zhang Ye suddenly felt a subversion of the impression.

In reality, although Al is still so arrogant and domineering, he feels like an old-fashioned hero, but he is more funny, even a little superficial when joking, and can't grasp the scale.

However, Zhang Ye likes the present al more and feels that he is more real than the godfather on the screen.

"Al, I don't quite understand. Why do you want to see me?" Zhang Ye asked al doubtfully.

"What else, of course, is learning to cook. You know, I'm crazy about Chinese food recently. I always want to learn how to make it myself, but I can't make it well every time. I'm so angry that I want to throw away the pot. " Al said with some anger on his face.

Huh?

Zhang Ye was almost speechless by Al's words.

He learned to cook Chinese food?

You're kidding.

"But now that you're here, that's great. I can't let you go today. I must teach me how to cook, or you won't be friends enough." Al clapped Zhang Ye's shoulder, very happy, and said to Mr. Morgan: "see, Chinese god of food teaches me how to cook. When we brag, I have more capital than you, and I will be shocked by Rodney."

Ha ha!

A group of people burst into laughter.

Zhang Ye also laughed. Rodney is also an old actor he likes very much, but it's not as good as Al, and he didn't see him just now, so he didn't think about it immediately.

"Al, I forgot if you didn't mention it. What's Rodney up to?" Zhang Ye asked.

"I don't know. We haven't been in touch recently. He may be filming. Hey hey, anyway, he doesn't have any food today. Come on, let's go to the kitchen. " It seems that Al can't wait for a moment. He's going to steal.

Zhang Ye also felt that time was almost up, so he stood up with a smile and went into the kitchen with al.

It has to be said that Scarlett's kitchen is very big, and what surprised him most was that it was Chinese style. It can be seen that the influence of Chinese food on the United States makes him feel more proud. This is what he always wanted to do before.

Looking in the fridge, Zhang Ye frowned a little. It's obvious that Scarlett doesn't cook much. Although the fridge is full, most of them are snacks, milk, drinks, beer and so on. There are not many things that can be used for cooking.

"Why, frank, is there not enough food?" Al stretched his neck to look, and then he was speechless.

There is not enough food in the fridge.

However, it's not difficult for the present people. After a phone call, someone soon sent the dishes and pork ordered by Zhang Ye.

However, looking at the pile of dishes on the kitchen table, Al was a little silly. He didn't know what Zhang Ye wanted to do. The stars who heard the sound of the kitchen also came to see how the legendary Chinese god of food was going to cook.

In fact, Zhang Ye doesn't plan to make any dishes with excellent taste. In this happy party, it's a better choice to make some home-made dishes. There's no need to carve and taste them carefully. The ingredients and the delicious smell can deliver everyone's taste to everyone's taste buds.

He even has a bit of bad taste. He knows that the Americans don't eat carp, but he orders one on purpose to make braised carp. Others are rough pickled cabbage and pork stewed vermicelli in the north, and exquisite stir fried vermicelli in the south. After all, there are almost ten dishes, all of which are cooked by Zhang Ye alone. Al is very excited to help Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye didn't want to. He couldn't hold up al's enthusiasm. He had to help, so he acquiesced.A few years ago, Zhang Ye never dreamed that he would cook in Scarlett's house one day. There was a group of heavyweight American stars nearby.

However, all this is happening now, his heart is like a calm lake, not half a wave.

A carp was dealt with very quickly. The speed of his cutting was so fast that Al was stunned. Even if he cut the scales and washed the blood clean, the carp was still bouncing in the basin.

"My God, frank, you are so skillful with a knife. I can't do that." Exclaimed al.

"Ha ha, I'm just practicing makes perfect. If I do more, I'll be quick."

Zhang Ye didn't mean to smile. He took al's green onion, ginger and garlic and cut them with a few Shua Shua. Between the flashing light of the knife, the green onion, ginger and garlic were cut into thin pieces and silk.

The whole process, including killing fish, didn't work for even five minutes, and it was ready to be cooked.

In addition to this, Zhang Ye began to deal with other food materials, each speed is fast, see al gaped, screamed repeatedly, exclaimed God.

When all the ingredients are washed and ready, the cooking that Al had been waiting for finally began.

Zhang Ye did not immediately start cooking braised carp, but chose the most difficult to cool down pickled pork stewed vermicelli. Large pieces of streaky pork were cut into half the size of tofu pieces, which he held in a clip and put in a hot pan, suddenly making a sound.

At the same time, his imperial spirit also mixed in the rolling oil and gradually penetrated into the colorful meat.