Wen Muya was not stupid, so she naturally heard the ridicule in Duan Xiao's words.

His cheeks flushed, he glared at Duan Xiao angrily, and shouted, "Are you stupid to me?"

Isn't that stupid?

Duan Xiao felt that his poor cooking skills were a problem of talent, and this girl seemed to be a problem of IQ.

Under the command of Duan Xiao, the oil was finally heated.

"What are you going to do now?" Wen Muya had no idea, she had grown so big that she had never cooked by herself.

"......" Duan Xiao was also a little hesitant, according to the usual practice, the next step should be to put the cut ingredients.

But this guy has tried countless times, and there is a psychological shadow from this step.

No matter how he did it, the food he made was always so weird.

Could it be that he made a mistake?

It doesn't make sense!

The oil in the pan is at high temperature and begins to boil.

There was a "crackling" sound.

"Ahh Wen Muya covered her mouth and shouted, "Are you going to explode?"

Oops, no matter, so be it.

Duan Xiao didn't care about bitter gourd or potato, he poured it all into the pot.

Then he waved the shovel and began to stir up and down.

"Do you want to add spices?" asked Wen Muya

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It must be added with condiments, but what condiments to add, when to add, how much heat to use, and how much to add.

Duan Xiao had no clue, and he and Wen Muya were basically on the same starting line.

"Why don't you try it?" Duan Xiao handed the shovel to Wen Muya.

The girl's family should be better than herself in terms of dosage!

But before thinking of Wen Muya, the big pot that was brought to me was after I don't know what it was made of.

Inexplicably, I feel a little weak.

hasn't waited for Wen Muya, the girl, to figure out what condiments to put on.

"Ahem......" he covered his mouth and coughed, and the kitchen was filled with billowing smoke.

"Is it about to catch fire?"

"Didn't you turn on the range hood?" asked Duan Xiao. At first, he thought it was the smoke of normal stir-frying, but he didn't expect it to accumulate more and more now.

"What's that?" said Wen Muya, who was innocent, she had never been in the kitchen, let alone heard of such a thing.

It's only been a while, and a pretty face is even more smoky black.

It's like just finished a war, and it's a mess.

Duan Xiao stood a little farther away, so that he was not as embarrassed as Wen Muya, so he gloated there holding his stomach and laughing so unhappily.

"Bastard!" Wen Muya was annoyed, and raised her shovel to greet Duan Xiao's head.

Damn it, you dare to laugh at him, you must look good.

Where could Duan Xiao be beaten by this kind of three-legged cat's kung fu, in the small kitchen, Wen Muya tried her best, but still didn't touch half of Duan Xiao's clothes.

Until the smoke in the kitchen became heavier and heavier, and even the walls were smoked yellow and black.

Duan Xiao hurriedly turned on the range hood, the smoke was extinguished, and the dishes in the pot were basically scrapped.

Wen Muya looked at the black black, white white, green and green unknown objects in the pot, and held the shovel and poked it gently.

It's ok, although it is mushy, but at least it is cooked.

Wen Muya comforted herself.

Now it's time to add spices.

"Do you want to go on like this?" Duan Xiao looked at Wen Muya in surprise.

That's it, this dish should basically be able to be declared a death sentence, right?

"How can you give up until the end, what if a miracle happens?"

"God is a miracle!" Duan Xiao couldn't help but roll his eyes, did this little girl stay up all night and stay up confused? Or is she sleepwalking?

Is there a miracle here? This probability is lower than that of a sow going up a tree!

Wen Muya didn't know what Duan Xiao was thinking.

(End of chapter)

Wonderful!

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