Chapter 787

The Fancheng headline got this interview opportunity through the relationship between the boss and Yan Yu, so we sent the best and most knowledgeable and beautiful reporter Mo from the platform.

Mo reporter into the main house, the main house of high-tech all kinds of praise.

It's comfortable to hear, but she doesn't feel like a dogleg.

"Please do it for a while. Grandma is changing her clothes. Yan Shao is helping her do things in the kitchen. She will come out later."

A group of four reporters, camera, interview, lighting.

Mo reporter once found the new world in general: "what do you say, Yan Shao is in the kitchen? He went to the kitchen himself

"We Yan Shao occasionally go to the kitchen to make food for the little grandmother." "It's just incredible that Yan Shao can cook. I think he is a person who doesn't touch the spring water."

"It would have been impossible to have a little grandmother." Sanjin is very insipid, as if this is a normal thing.

"Can we go to the kitchen and take a picture of Yan Shao cooking?" Mo asked cautiously.

Sanjin refused: "of course not, except for the interview, other can not broadcast, you should understand the rules."

"We know that we know, but if you take pictures of Yan Shao cooking, it will be more helpful for Mrs. Yan to clarify this time."

Mo reporter advised.

If she could capture the picture of Yan Shao cooking, it would be the greatest report of her journalist career.

Yan Shao, who is cool and gorgeous and looks like a God, can also have such a grounded side.

Sanjin thought for a while, and Yan Shao would not object to anything that would help Yan Shao's grandmother. He said, "I'll go and ask first."

Sanjin went into the kitchen and soon came out: "please come with me. The kitchen is a bit messy."

Reporter Mo walked into the kitchen. It's just It's really messy.

Yan Shao stood tall beside the stove, wearing a white apron. He was still wearing military uniform, and his uniform was not changed.

The medal on his shoulder shows his noble status.

A man wearing an apron has such a charming scene.

The camera shot the scene quickly.

Mo reporter walked past, the man's handsome face without a couple let her heart miss a beat, although it is no longer a girl, but in the face of this beautiful face, the old woman's heart can be uprooted.

"Don't look at what you shouldn't see. Ask if you have any questions." Yan Yu stares at the noodles in the pot, coldly and coldly.

Reporter Mo adjusted his mentality and said, "Yan Shao, what are you doing?"

"Chutney."

"You'll cook in person. It's really unexpected."

"I want to eat."

Yan Yu fished out the vermicelli and put it into the soup. He took a sip of the chopsticks and felt that the taste was not satisfactory. But now the reporter came, and she had been waiting for such a long time, for fear that she would be hungry.

Let's eat this first.

In the evening, he can spare time to practice. Next time, he will surely taste better than this time.

"Do you mean your wife falls at night?" Mo asked.

Yan Yu Leng gave her a look: "otherwise, who else do you think you can have?"

Fancheng headlines how to send such a stupid reporter over, ask what idiot question.

Yan Yu takes the hot and sour powder and goes out.

Reporters and cameras followed, shooting all the way.

Yan Yu put the hot and sour noodles in front of the 5-6-meter-long table. The golden Phoebe's table is thick, which makes this bowl of hot and sour noodles look out of place with such an expensive table.

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