His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 1187

in the kitchen.

Two star chefs turned into servants, standing next to Qian Miao and Yu Manman respectively, dictating their experience.

but……

Neither of them was obedient.

Yu Manman: "Master, I have my own idea, go and peel the garlic."

After listening to the chef's explanation, Qian Miao said, "What I want to cook is not that dish."

Neither of them cooked the dishes ordered by the chef.

After a while, the two chefs who got in the way were sent off to peel garlic and chop fruit. In the huge kitchen, there are two girls left, one on the left and the other on the right.

Qian Miao cooks the two dishes that Feng Xian taught her, and the ones that Wei Wu cooked when she came here.

She was watching at the time and memorized those steps by the way.

The shredding was completed quickly, and the sound of rattling attracted Yu Manman's attention.

"It turns out that you are good at knife skills. What competitions have you participated in?"

Qian Miao: "No."

"Then you have practiced since you were a child, right? I heard that you have lived outside since you were a child."

"No."

Hearing "no" twice in a row, Yu Manman was a little bored.

She swallowed all the words and said, "No matter what, I'm here tonight, and I still want to invite you to our celebration party tomorrow night. Also, Professor Shen said, thank you for your support."

Qian Miao: "Not interested."

"Then I'll reply like this. You can't say it yourself, but it's not that we didn't invite you."

Qian Miao put all the cut vegetables on the plate and didn't say anything.

"My watch was designed by Hua Zijin, and Hua Zijin is a leader in the industry, so his watch is very expensive and hard to find."

"Pretty average."

"what?"

Yu Manman looked at her side face, and emphasized: "Hua Zijin's works, do you think they are average? From your tone, you should know him."

"Not only do I know, but I'm very familiar with it." Qian Miao stared at the stir-fried dishes and said calmly.

"Acquainted?" Yu Manman was puzzled: "He is from our Taishi Continent, how could you know him well?"

Qian Miao: "I can see it every day."

"Seeing him every day? Do you know what he looks like?"

Yu Manman's brows frowned even deeper, thinking about the meaning of his words.

Before she could think deeply, the old man's voice came over. Turning around and seeing the old man walking in, she immediately forgot about it, and said with a smile: "Grandpa Feng, what are you doing here, I will finish it soon."

Old Man Feng smiled, and his eyes fell on Yu Manman's face: "Grandpa came here smelling the aroma, so you are making fried pork chops, and you want to eat it just by looking at it."

"Grandpa, this is chicken chop."

The two were chatting and laughing, Qian Miao quietly placed the dishes on the side, put the steamed fish into the pot and started steaming.

Qiao Shiwan followed in, scanned around, and said happily, "It's all what Ah Xian likes to eat."

Qian Miao: "Yes... I like to eat."

The few dishes that Feng Xian taught her, and the dishes that Wei Wu cooked, coincidentally, they are all her favorite flavors.

She still has chopped peppers in her hand.

But the taste of Fengxian is bland.

Qiao Shiwan: "It's okay, it's okay, as long as it's delicious, this one looks delicious."

After all the meals were served, Feng Xian came back just in time.

The old man called him in, he didn't say it was made by two girls, he just asked him to taste it and rate it.

At a glance, these dishes are exquisitely presented, with good color and fragrance, but it can be seen that there are two styles.

One is heavy, mostly chili and soy sauce, and the other is light, even the chicken fried steak is not arranged with chili, only ketchup.

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(Good night.)