Chapter 747

After saying the gift, Tang Tianlin got up and went to the kitchen. Shi Bingxin was cooking. It was hot. Tang Tianlin walked behind her and looked up at the pot.

She is making sweet and sour tenderloin and thicken it in a hot pot.

Tang Tianlin took a look and couldn't help laughing, "sister Bingxin, you..."

Shi Bingxin's craftsmanship is OK, but compared with Tang Tianlin, it's still a little worse. Thickening is too thick or too thin. Tang Tianlin is going to preach.

However, he just entered the house without moving. Shi Bingxin didn't see it. Suddenly he heard a voice from behind. He was shocked, his hands trembled wildly, and the pot was about to turn over.

Tang Tianlin hurriedly took her hand and helped her stabilize the pot and spoon.

Not only did he touch his hand, but his body also stuck tightly to it.

Shi Bingxin hasn't had a child yet. He keeps a good figure, especially a pair of upturned hips, standing in front of Tang Tianlin.

Tang Tianlin felt the soft fragrance in front of him and almost lost his temper.

"Tian... Brother Tianlin."

Shi Bingxin's face was so shy that he knew that Tang Tianlin was behind him. He felt the changes in Tang Tianlin. He couldn't help shaking both physically and mentally, and his voice trembled faintly, adding another temptation.

"Cough... Cough... Did it scare you?"

Tang Tianlin coughed twice and asked softly.

"No... no..."

Mingming scared her very much, but Shi Bingxin didn't want Tang Tianlin to blame himself.

"You go back and sit down. I'll be right away. Don't come to the kitchen."

She tried to get Tang Tianlin out.

Tang Tianlin smiled and kept this posture. He held her left hand in his left hand and her right hand in his right hand. He generously said, "I just wanted to say that your thicken hook is too thick, the sweet and sour tenderloin is not crisp enough, and your frying method is not uniform enough. Let me teach you."

While talking, he began to turn the pan and spoon, and taught Shi Bingxin how to make sweet and sour tenderloin.

Feel Tang Tianlin clinging to his body. His hands are like puppets held by a line. Shi Bingxin's head is completely empty and let Tang Tianlin guide him. As for Tang Tianlin's teaching, naturally he doesn't understand a word.

Soon, Tang Tianlin made a sweet and sour tenderloin and let her go.

"What's next? I'll get it. Just watch."

"Next... Next, get a three cup chicken. I'm ready for the seasoning."

Tang Tianlin turned his head and saw that the chicken cut into pieces had been pickled in the next container. He couldn't help swallowing saliva.

"Yes, I can make three cups of chicken!"

Tang Tianlin couldn't help praising that three cups of chicken is an authentic Chinese food. Tang Tianlin was greedy when he heard about it. He hasn't eaten three cups of chicken for a long time. It's a great pleasure in life to be able to eat authentic Chinese food in a foreign country.

But this three cup chicken woman can't do well.

Tang Tianlin said, "but I'll test you first. Do you know why these three cups of chicken are called three cups of chicken?"

"Ah, this..."

Shi Bingxin was stunned. She really didn't know. She learned three cups of chicken from her mother, "I... I don't know..."

Tang Tianlin laughed, "if you don't know, you may not be able to make this three cup chicken. Three cups of chicken is because you need three cups of seasoning, one cup of sesame oil, one cup of soy sauce and one cup of rice wine to make this dish. If you don't know the name, I'm afraid you won't be able to master the measure of seasoning."

Shi Bing was ashamed. "Brother Tianlin, how do you know everything? You must have cooked this dish very well?"

Tang Tianlin was not polite. "That's not good. My mother-in-law didn't like me before, but she was greedy to see me make three cups of chicken."

"You mean... The Jiang family?"

Shi Bingxin looked gloomy for a moment, "Zihan is really happy."

"That's not true. My wife also likes to eat my three cups of chicken. Speaking of this, I'm itching again. Let me do it. Step back."

"Well, I'm just fooling around. I'm sure I can't do as well as brother Tianlin."

Shi Bingxin said and stepped back.

Tang Tianlin laid out the ingredients. The chicken had been almost pickled, and the mushrooms and red peppers were cut and put aside.

He started the pot and burned the oil.

Expertly fry the chicken nuggets to golden yellow, then look back at Shi Bingxin, "you pour the seasoning."

Shi Bingxin gave a cry and hurriedly made sesame oil first.

She took out the cup she had already prepared and was ready to fill it.

However, just half poured, Tang Tianlin grabbed her hand, "enough."

"It seems that sister Bingxin is really not very good. Although there are three cups of spices, there is less sesame oil. In addition, our chicken is much less than the standard. If you add more sesame oil, the taste will be too strong..."

Tang Tianlin taught a lot.

Shi Bingxin still didn't hear a word.

He looked straight at Tang Tianlin's hand and blushed to the root of his neck.

Tang Tianlin touched her hand again.

She is a widow now. There are many rights and wrongs in front of the widow's door. Is Tang Tianlin intentional or really just trying to teach her cooking?

She was in a state of confusion.

Tang Tianlin saw something wrong with her and let go of her hand. His attitude was colder. "I'd better come."

Pour the seasoning yourself.

Tang Tianlin turned around and started cooking seriously.

We're making a small fire and preparing to stew slowly.

Suddenly, the fragrant and soft body stuck to his back, and two soft things like cotton pressed his majestic back.

Shi Bingxin hugged him from behind, his hands tightly around his waist, and his arms trembled.

"Brother Tianlin, it's so happy to be your woman. I... I think... I can't suppress myself..."

The voice choked.

"This... Is just a dish..."

"But a strong man like you... Why do you still cook so well?"

"Well, I used to cook in the Jiang family. If I can't do it well, my father-in-law and mother-in-law don't look very good. I'm also forced by life."

Why do you cook so well?

Tang Tianlin thought of his life as a redundant son-in-law of the Jiang family.

As a great young master of the Tang family, he had never been in the kitchen before he was 18 years old, and he had never paid homage to any famous chef. He did a good job and was completely self-taught.

"This... It's actually this. I don't know what you've been through. Is the Jiang family... Very bad to you?"

"Oh, that's all before. Don't mention it."

"Sorry, brother Tianlin, I'm a green tea now. I know I can't do this, but I really love you. I can't control myself."

As Shi Bingxin said, he moved his hand down from Tang Tianlin's belly.

Tang Tianlin took a deep breath and gasped for evil fire.

"If you can't control yourself, don't control yourself. Don't be so lucky and bitter. Besides, you're not green tea. Don't think about it."

He comforted.

Shi Bingxin immediately felt encouraged, so he acted more recklessly.

Tang Tianlin grabbed her hand: "three cups of chicken are going to be pasted. We'll talk after dinner."