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Yan chenrui can only think of Fu Sihan, who knows that his sister suddenly leaves the scene and has the ability and may save his sister's reputation.

Anyway, Gu Linchuan's scum is impossible!

What Yan chenrui doesn't know is that there are two forces in this absolute control field: one is Fu Sihan, the other is Nangong Yixiao.

Soon it was dinner time.

Yan chenrui volunteered to make dinner for Yan wanwan.

I didn't want to say that Chen Rui was tired, but he had to compromise.

The kitchen door is not closed, and the excellent exhaust system will not let the kitchen fume spread to the dining room and living room.

In the evening, I kneel down on the sofa with my arms resting on the back of the sofa, looking at the figure of the boy in the kitchen, and looking at his face of joy and happiness.

"It's too late to talk. Sit down!" Fu Si Han smelled a face, saw her disobedient, patted her buttocks.

"Ah At night, he exclaimed at Fu Sihan, and said, "Fu Si Han, you are...!" Fart me again!

Forshan raised his chin and motioned for her to sit down.

Housekeeper Lin was laughing. The young master couldn't see his grandmother's eyes on others. She was just like a child. Even when we were teenagers, we seldom saw the young master's temperament.

"Third brother, I'll tell you, Xiaorui is a good craftsman." In the evening, thinking about my brother's future living here, I can't help but brush my brother's favor in front of the house owner.

But in Fu Sihan's ears, he is showing off his brother's cooking skills.

He looked scornful: "how good can it be."

"I used to cook for me when I was ill." "Even if his cooking skills are not comparable to those star chefs you invited, they are also delicious and have the taste of home."

Warm, this is the flavor that many senior chefs are hard to make.

One year later, Fu Sihan stood up and went to the kitchen.

Yan chenrui, with an apron, is cutting bamboo shoots. He is not as skilled as late as late, but he is good at cutting. The thickness of the cut is almost the same. He is also adept at stir frying.

"What are you looking at? Don't tell me you can cook. " Yan chenrui contemptuously glanced at Fu Sihan and put cooking wine and other condiments into the frying pan.

Fu Sihan has not opened his mouth.

Yan chenrui said again: "don't try to talk nonsense. You must not be able to distinguish salt and monosodium glutamate."

Before Yan chenrui pretended to be a simple maid, the elder sisters chatted with each other. Among them, Fu Sihan's three daily meals were her sister's responsibility.

Fu Sihan, a scum, takes his sister as a cook. It's unforgivable and shameful!

Yan chenrui takes the bamboo shoots from the pot and skillfully loads the dishes. After washing the pot, he makes Coke chicken wings.

Yan chenrui doesn't pay attention to recipes and medicated meals in the evening party, but the color and practice of the food are the same as those of Yanwan evening party, with only a few differences. It can be seen that he is a person who has lived together for a long time.

Fu Sihan sipped his thin lips. He couldn't tell the difference between salt and monosodium glutamate.

They do not have to go into the kitchen, the subtle seasoning distinction of course not, food is prepared by a dedicated chef, they do not need to learn.

"I can get her chef Michelin." Fu Sihan looks like "I can make my wife eat the best".

Word morning Rui "cut" voice, "do not understand romantic straight man is really terrible."

Fu Sihan said: He felt that his brother-in-law was getting worse and worse.

Not the most eye-catching, only more eye-catching.

Yan chenrui despises Fu Sihan's brother-in-law and deliberately says, "my cooking is taught by my sister. She says that a man who can't cook for his wife can't be called a pain in his wife."

With that, he looked at his brother-in-law with profound meaning. He said with a smile, "Fu Shao, how about you?"

Fu Sihan's face was even worse.

In the evening, she deliberately left time and space for Yan chenrui and Fu Sihan to talk alone. They didn't quarrel. She sat on the sofa and stretched her neck to look at the kitchen. However, Fu Sihan stood in the porch, her tall body relying on the door frame. She could not see the expression of the two people and could not hear what they were saying.

After a while, Fu Sihan came back with a cold face.

"Third brother, did you and Xiao Rui quarrel again? Xiao Rui is a middle school student. You have a lot of adults. Don't worry about him. "

Fu Si Han's heart is cold hum, you this middle school student younger brother is not simple!

What's wrong with middle school students?

When he was 15 years old, he began to plot rk group and began to revenge.

Age is never a measure of one's intelligence and ability.

"It's too late." He called her calmly.

"Well?"

"Did you teach Yan chenrui's cooking?"

Later, he nodded and patiently explained, "I can't take care of him all my life. He wants to have a family in the future."

Yan wanwan means that if Yan chenrui moves out by herself, she can't cook for him any more. Cooking is a life skill. Naturally, you can have it. Yan chenrui is very talented in cooking and can learn it.Fu Sichan's face is more heavy: sure enough, Yan late let Yan Chen Rui learn to cook for his woman! I didn't expect that boy didn't lie!

Yan chenrui can only cook Chinese food. He has a lot of bruises on his body. He can't top the pot. So he gave up the fast fried dishes and finally made some common home dishes.

"Third brother, what would you like to eat? I'll make it for you. " Later I know that Fu Sihan has a mouth in his mouth, and Yan chenrui's cooking skills can cope with ordinary people, but Fu Sihan's cooking skills are obviously not.

"Sister!" Yan chenrui frowns, and her sister is too used to this man!

In the evening, he patted Yan Chen Rui's shoulder, and said that he was obedient and closed his mouth. He even glared at Fu Sihan for several times.

"No Fu Sihan sat down in the main seat and picked up chopsticks. He should pay attention to the appearance of his clothes.

"Sister, sit down!" Yan chenrui put Yan wanwan down on the chair and brought her chopsticks. Like a child waiting for praise, "I haven't cooked for half a year. Do you think my craftsmanship has gone backwards?"

I haven't cooked for half a year

Fu Sihan took a deep breath.

How bad does it have to be?

Night to see the eye Fu Si Han, their first move chopsticks, clip a quick Coke chicken wings, a small bite.

The sweetness of cola and the mellow flavor of soy sauce make the taste even. The heat control is very good. The chicken wings are not old, but there are also some shortcomings. The proportion of coke and soy sauce is not properly controlled, and the proportion of raw and old soy sauce is uneven, resulting in the color of chicken wings is not very beautiful.

Overall, it's pretty good.

The evening gave Yan Chen Rui an appreciative look, compared a thumb.

Fu Sihan felt relieved and took the oyster sauce and fried mushrooms next to him.

Yan wanwan and yanchenrui are both looking at him. The former is worried that Fu Sihan will not give Yan chenrui face, while the latter is worried that he is not good enough to disgrace his sister.