v2 Chapter 189： Wire drawing yam class A

"I like you." Wu Minqi's voice was very soft, and Jiang Feng almost suspected that he was hearing it.

She walked very fast, and did not give Jiang Feng time to respond and reply. When Jiang Feng reacted from the slightest stupefaction, Wu Minqi had already walked two meters away.

"Jiang Feng player, is there any problem? Isn't your body uncomfortable?" Because Jiang Feng was the focus of Han Guishan's red circle, and there was a precedent, the staff saw that he suddenly stopped in place and thought He had an unexpected condition and asked aloud from the stage very nervously.

"It's okay." Jiang Feng turned his head to the staff at the stage and hurriedly walked towards the cooking table.

With each step, the heart beats a few times in the chest, the faster and faster, the faster and faster, Jiang Feng can clearly feel the heart's jumping, "Bang Bang Bang", "Bang Bang Bang", as if everything is silent. Only this beating heart is left.

Wu Minqi confessed to him.

It wasn't his hallucination, it was a real confession.

Jiang Feng calmed down for two minutes behind the culinary stand and reluctantly accepted the fact.

Jiang Feng lived for twenty-one years. This is the first time a girl has offered to confess to him.

Still on his birthday, Jiang Feng felt that he was almost unable to breathe.

It ’s breathing with your mouth and your nose. If you use your mouth, it feels like you ’re moving too much. If you use your nose, it feels difficult to breathe. Jiang Feng has a mess in his brain. Out of the beauties that disturbed his mind.

Jiang Feng hadn't noticed when the game started. Looking back at the scene just now, he thought it should be--

Wu Minqi turned suddenly, her lips opened slightly, her voice was cold: "I like you."

Jiang Feng was stunned and couldn't believe his ears. When he wanted to speak, he could only see the back of Wu Minqi. At that moment, the time seemed to be frozen, and he could only hear his heartbeat.

Fawns in the heart.

The overbearing president's little ...

...

No, no, this is not the case!

Jiang Feng looked at the yam in front of her, trying to make herself a little more normal, and picked up a yam to wash and peel it.

Think about it, it is not surprising that one or two girls who are chosen by the game as the protagonist of the game are beautiful or sweet or sweet or high cold or domineering or beautiful high or cold domineering.

This is the correct way to open an urban system novel. It's normal and nothing wrong!

Apart from being poor, not tall enough to be one meter tall, and unable to win two cousins, he was scolded by his father every day, the game system was unreliable, and Wang Hao wrote the master of sand sculpture novels. There were no shortcomings. Rounding up was one Perfect people.

Sure enough, the girl who had not been wise in the first 21 years of his life came to confess that he was too good to make them feel ashamed, which led to the first time in his life that he was confessed in the semi-final of the cooking competition. On the field.

It's also a conversation to mention it with children later!

Should the first child be a daughter or a son?

Jiang Feng glanced at Wu Minqi, who was concentrating on handling pork belly without looking up.

Oh, woman, I turned my face as soon as I confessed.

Jiang Feng poured oil into the pan and started frying sugar.

The first child is better to have a son, the second child has a new daughter, and the brother can take care of the younger sister.

The son learns Lu cuisine with him, the daughter and mother learn Sichuan cuisine.

Thinking about it, Jiang Feng's smirk appeared on his face.

In the auditorium, Jiang Jiankang looked at Jiang Feng and always felt that it was abnormal from the beginning.

"Wife, do you think it's strange from the beginning?" Jiang Jiankang thoughtfully.

"It's a bit weird. I've been smirking since I cut yam. Did you tell him something before you set off? I told you that my son can't win and you shouldn't give him pressure!" Wang Xiulian angered.

"I didn't say anything. I also know that you can't win if you hit it. And he was fine before, only after he took office." Jiang Jiankang called injustice.

Wang Formmore Xiulian frowned, realizing that things were not so simple. After thinking for a moment, the key to the question was: "Did Kiki turn her head and talk to her son?"

"Ah? No?" Jiang Jiankang looked blank.

Wang Xiulian turned back and asked Ms. Wu Minqi, who was sitting right behind her: "Mother Wu, did they see Qi Qi turn around and say something to my family when they came to power?"

Wu Minqi's mother leaned forward slightly, showing a just surprised and somewhat bewildered expression, and said, "Have you? I didn't notice it."

"No?" Wang Xiulian began to suspect that she was wrong.

"What's wrong?" Asked Wu Minqi's mother.

"Nothing, I just think my little maple is a little strange." Wang Xiulian said.

Wu Minqi's mother smiled and comforted: "Xiao Feng is mostly nervous, you see, my family Qi Qi is also a little nervous, and has been staring at the kitchen table, but dare not look up."

"Is that so?" Wang Xiulian was instantly convinced.

Wu Minqi's mother sat upright and saw Wu Hanxue stretched her face with a serious face. She nudged him and whispered, "Take away your expression and wait for the end of the game to be more friendly to Xiaofeng and don't scare them. Here, I ca n’t spare you for the good things that broke your daughter. "

"Huh." Wu Han hummed unconvinced.

"Huh, huh, let me tell you, this is the first time for Xiaofeng, I have asked Jiang's mother two days ago, he has never talked about his girlfriend and is a good boy." Wu Minqi's mother looked at the platform with a smile. Jiang Feng on.

"In this case, you also believe that the 20-year-old guy has never been in love or lied to his family or had problems." Wu Hanxue looked poor.

"What's the problem, Qiqi is almost twenty and hasn't talked about it? If I look at it, they are the most suitable. Give me this broken expression on your face, and let me see Xiaofeng's attitude later. Do n’t want to talk, just shut up and smile. ”Wu Minqi's mother whispered.

Wu Han learnt to put away the expression on his face and put on a stiff smile.

"That's the expression. Smile a little more naturally ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Tomorrow I will tell Mom Jiang to let the two of them go to the movie. I have picked the movie and the show." Wu Minqi's face showed a victorious smile. .

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Jiang Feng feels that he has done a great job with this drawing yam today.

As the saying goes, people are refreshed at every happy event, and being rounded off by someone's confession is equivalent to the night of a cave, which is one of the four great events of life. It is reasonable to have such a great event.

The left hand pot is fried with yam, and the right hand pot is fried with sugar. The time control is very good. Almost as soon as the yam comes out of the pot, the sugar can be pulled. Jiang Feng quickly poured the freshly picked yam into the pot and quickly stir-fried, watching the syrup evenly and thinly wrapped on the yam. During the process of frying, a fine shred of sugar was pulled out between the yam and the yam.

Two minutes later, the yam is pulled out of the pot.

The outer layer of the slightly yellowed yam is wrapped in a layer of light sugar coating. There is a broken sugar thread between each piece of yam. There is no need to place the plate. Touch the bottom of the plate with sesame oil and match it with a bowl of cool white. Good drawing yam.

Jiang Feng did not raise his hand.

The best time to eat Brassica is very short. It is best to eat immediately after it is out of the pot. When the temperature drops a little bit later, you can't pull out the silk, and most of the soul of the Brassica goes.

"What's wrong with him? Is there something wrong with the dishes?" Pei Shenghua asked Jiang Feng without looking up.

Sisters and sisters of the staff are always ready in the audience.

"I don't know, I look good." Yan Deyan said.

Jiang Feng raised his hand.

Miss staff went to serve.

Jiang Feng's expression was still a little hesitant.

Nothing else, because the display of this dish is simply--

[Brushed yam Class A (pseudo)]

A level!

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