Chapter 93

"Sister Pei, cooking?" Qin Ze stood at the kitchen door with a sincere smile on his face.

This kitchen is luxurious, with high-end customized cabinets and a full set of stainless steel kitchenware. There are six knives alone, which are neatly placed on the knife rest. Inlaid ovens, commercial coffee machines, and hardware accessories that are not seen in ordinary families, the floor is bright.

Zhennima local tyrant, how much does it cost.

Pei Nanman turned his head. Maybe Qin Ze didn't rashly invade the territory, and squeezed out a slightly soft smile: "go outside and wait, it's coming soon."

Bow your head and continue to cut vegetables.

Qin Ze hesitated and chose to break into the Queen's forbidden area. Before coming to the kitchen, he measured the difficulty of the task. The task is to shock four people. Considering the number of people, in fact, he only needs to deal with three people.

The difficulty lies in how to shock the four. The queen is expensive, and five-star chefs are dismissive. Either there is a taste problem, or the requirements are too high. Considering her confidence, the former is more likely.

The queen was cutting meat. Qin Ze approached quietly and looked up to his head. The knife work was general. The meat pieces were cut unevenly and incompletely, with an average of two pieces of a lotus root broken.

Have a heart that loves cooking, but lost to talent.

God is really fair. I won't complain anymore.

Pei Nanman heard the footsteps behind him. Looking sideways, Qin Ze noticed that the queen, who was not happy and angry, was dissatisfied from her light frown.

"What kind of food does sister Pei like?" Qin Ze asked again.

Pei Nanman pondered for a moment and said faintly, "Hunan cuisine."

It's amazing why you like Hunan cuisine as a northeast person.

Qin Ze's heart roast at the same time, the communication system, exchange Hunan cuisine advanced proficiency. After hearing that Pei Nanman even had five-star cooking skills, Qin Ze had an in-depth talk with the system. Advanced cooking proficiency really did not reach the realm of disdaining five-star chefs. But there is something fishy in it. Advanced culinary proficiency is a broad concept, which is superior to advanced culinary proficiency. There is also something called "eight cuisines".

Just to give an example, it is probably the difference between being separated and being transferred.

So, Pei Nanman finished a dish of farmhouse fried meat in Qin Ze's eyes. In this process, Qin Ze kept saying offensive words.

"The oil is not hot enough."

"The cooking is too fast, so be slow."

"The timing of soy sauce cooking wine is a little wrong..."

"Obviously, too much monosodium glutamate will occupy the taste."

"The chili is not sliced enough. It's put early. You see, it's all fried."

The experience and concentration accumulated by the queen over the past three decades were almost insufficient, and she ran away on the spot. After frying a dish with great difficulty, this guy boldly picked up a piece of meat with his hand and threw it into his mouth. After chewing it, his face was still sad and angry, and said, "the meat is fried too old. With a taste of monosodium glutamate, I said I put too much."

Pei Nanman picked up his delicate eyebrows, dyed a layer of sullen color on his white and round face, and angrily said, "Qin Ze, if you don't round your words today, I'll find someone to sink you into the Huangpu River."

"Is there any meat left?" Qin Ze didn't answer her words and said to himself, "get up, get up, I'll fry a plate for you."

If other people, especially men, dared to act wild in their own kitchen, Pei Nanman would have been bored long ago. But Qin Zeqi nearly fried her liver just now, and she calmed down instead. If this guy can't cook a dish that satisfies her, it's OK to sink into the Huangpu River. It's not fun to fight and kill these days. It's OK to let the boy who touches the scales come in vertically and lie down and go out.

Pernaman has always claimed to be a master chef.

"Don't be stunned. Give me a hand and wash the pepper." Qin Ze drew out a kitchen knife with perfect curve and didn't forget to order Pei Nanman to do things.

Pei Nanman almost suspected that he had an ear problem. He couldn't believe it: "do you want me to wash your vegetables?"

"Wash the pot by the way, and I'll cut the meat."

Pei Nanman: "..."

Let's sink into the Huangpu River and clean it up.

"Dudududui..." the neat and uniform sound of the knife reminds me that the kitchen knife in Qin Ze's hand is like the sword in the ancient warrior's hand. In the light of the continuous knife, the pork quickly disintegrated into generous and almost uniform pieces of meat.

Pernaman thought, this boy's knife work is good, a little better than me. But whether the knife is good or not means that the cooking is good, just like your own knife, but the cooking is great

With the idea of "seeing what kind of tricks this boy can stir up", Pei Nanman started to wash the pot and pepper for the first time in his life. Put it neatly on the stick board for him.

In the living room, brothers and sisters who quarrel a little for two days and a big for three days prick up their ears and pay close attention to the movements in the kitchen.

Li Donglai, who didn't see his master chasing his little aunt with a kitchen knife, breathed a sigh of relief, while peiziqi, who also looked forward to different ideas, expressed disappointment.

The brothers and sisters were not paying attention to an anti Japanese drama. Li Donglai said curiously, "my aunt didn't get angry. My master has two sons."

Peiziqi disdained this: "it must be flattery, aunt. How delicious the dishes are!"

The only life of an impeccable aunt is cooking. Peiziqi met many elites from all walks of life. With wild hopes of fooling investment, he walked into my aunt's study with plans and market reports, and then went out with a disheartened face. In fact, just praise: your cooking is really nothing in heaven and nothing on earth! You can easily get hundreds of millions of investment.

Li Dong came to mean, "brother Qin said that we should use our brains and not rely on brute force alone. He must start with my aunt, otherwise my aunt won't leave him in the kitchen."

Pei Ziqi also used an uncontested tone of mourning for his misfortune and anger: "brother Qin, brother Qin, you Li Donglai are about to become someone else's lackey."

Li Donglai sneered, "I'd like to. What's the matter? Brother Qin has many cows and forks, good grades and fierce fights. It's better to mix with him than with a group of second generation ancestors."

Pei Ziqi's trademark white eyes: "it's as if he can do anything. He has the ability to conquer his aunt with his cooking skills."

"Shit, what kind of cooking do men want? Isn't it difficult for you?"

Just then, Li Donglai suddenly twitched his nose: "what smell!"

The enticing smell of vegetables faintly spread to the hall, which is also the effect of the powerful range hood. Otherwise, the whole living room is full of smell of vegetables.

Peiziqi felt the crazy secretion of gastric juice and quietly swallowed: "it smells good. Has my aunt's cooking improved?"

Brother and sister rushed to the kitchen side by side. Li Donglai shouted, "aunt, I'm so hungry."

Peiziqi flattered, "aunt, I said you are very talented in cooking."

Then, they saw such a scene: the dignified and elegant little aunt was sitting by the coffee table, with a pile of farmhouse fried meat in front of her, taking one bite, taking another bite... And the guy who wanted to save the little aunt Sanguan, stood in front of the pot and cooked skillfully, occasionally tossing up the dishes and showing off his operation.

What happened?

Peiziqi opened her mouth slightly, and what she saw was beyond her understanding. The little aunt, who has always regarded the kitchen as a forbidden place, actually allowed a man to make fun of the wind and rain in the forbidden area. Looking at her appearance, she was not only not angry, but also enjoyed her food?

Damn, who is Qin Ze? He is so powerful.

Li Donglai was surprised first, then delighted, and then worshipped. Shifu is really a Shifu. He's hidden deep. In the heart of the second grade junior, Qin Ze is increasingly a mysterious and unpredictable expert image.

Pei Nanman chewed slowly and didn't lift his head: "go out and wait, there's still a while."

Pei Nanman said nothing at home. He was so dignified that neither brother nor sister dared to have any objection.

Peiziqi turned around and muttered, "only state officials are allowed to set fire, and people are not allowed to light lights."

Qin Ze joked, "it's too loud."

Peiziqi suddenly turned around and gave this guy a vicious look. Turn around and go back to the living room. There are all kinds of small buttocks twisted.

Qin Ze cooked four dishes: fish head with double pepper, farmhouse fried meat, crab roe tofu, fish flavored eggplant. A person washed and cut vegetables, busy sweating. After the last and most troublesome dish of fish head with double peppers came out of the pot, he glanced at a woman with flying chopsticks angrily, and groaned, "if you eat it again, you'll eat it up. There are two starving children outside."

Pei Nanman said softly, "be talkative!"

Her style is crisp and domineering. Instead of Qin Baobao, he would croon twice: eat, eat. Wang Zijin praised it: it's all aze craft sticks.

This is good. Every woman should have her own aura.

Why is netizens roast? Ten netizens, nine sharp chin and big eyes, and one mold is engraved. This kind of woman is actually the most flashy and spiritless. It's easy to get aesthetic fatigue.