Hua Simu knew his cooking level, and carefully chose to fry a poached egg first, looking for a hand, I heard that the place where a person's cooking skills began was the omelette, which was at the level of a primary school student.

Took two eggs out of the fridge and took a bowl.

Carefully knock on the edge of the bowl.

Hua Simu picked up the egg and glanced at it, exhaled, and was a little satisfied, "Very good, a perfect crack has been formed, and the Chinese little chef god will be born tonight." ”

Grab the crack with your thumb and snap it to the sides.

The eggshell cracked violently, and Hua Simu panicked, and the more force she used, the eggshell split apart, not like in the video - a perfect egg slipped into the bowl.

Instead, the yolk is cut by the edge of the eggshell, and several larger eggshells are mixed with each other and drip together.

The position was not aligned, and part of it fell out of the bowl.

Hua Simu's movements froze for a few seconds, and he swallowed, "Okay, things are far more complicated than expected, and this beginning is a bit bad." ”

Who would have thought that a proverb would become a prophecy.

After that, everything didn't go well, and the whole dish of the ghost and demon Niangniang was going to be depressed.

Hua Simu finally picked out the eggshell and poured oil into the pot, the chef used a large bucket of oil to get it directly, Hua Simu also has a lot of strength, this is not difficult for her to lift the oil.

However, the opening of the oil drum is too large.

Good guy, with a shake of his hand, he went straight to half a pot of oil.

Forget it, let's make do with it, Hua Simu shook the oil in the pot, pondered for a while and reluctantly decided.

It's like boiling soup with a little more water, what's the problem?

Hua Simu was inexplicably confident, and felt that she had a strategic plan, and even set up another pot next to her while the oil was heating up, pouring water into it and lighting the fire, preparing to make another boiled broccoli.

There was smoke in the pot, Hua Simu nodded solemnly, saying that she was not nervous, but her body involuntarily stepped back, stretched out her hand and poured it into the pot.

The oil and egg mixture in the pan reacted violently, and the oil crackled and collapsed.

"Forehead, forehead, forehead, ......" Hua Simu changed her face to tears and retreated quickly.

Picking up the spatula from the sink, plucking up the courage to approach and retract, this was repeated several times, and finally I saw that there was black smoke in the pot, and the egg was a little wrong, so I mustered up the courage to reach in.

The ghost lady has no experience in stir-frying, and the spatula is still wet.

Needless to say, the oil in the pot boiled and collapsed everywhere.

Hua Simu stepped back in a panic.

I don't know which step I made a mistake, or if cooking is like this, it's not easy, Hua Simu decided to improve his cook's salary.

I don't know how to be good, Hua Simu saw black smoke burning in the pot, and had no choice but to adopt the same strategy as fighting the fire.

Pour water into the pot.

The scene was even more miserable, the pot exploded, and the water next to it also boiled, and the boiling water rushed through the lid and overflowed.

The oil splashed everywhere, and in Hua Simu's eyes, it was more terrifying than the flying fire on the battlefield.

After Hua Simu added water again and again, the oil pot that was not stable tilted, and the oil in the pot was poured directly on the gas stove.

Half a day.

boom！

The gas stove exploded, which is comparable to **.

Hua Simu escaped from the kitchen with the gray marks on his face, ran away from a shoe in a panic, and a large piece of wet on his waist at some point, and the fabric stuck to his body.

Smoke sensors in the castle sound alarms.

The servants hurried to hear the commotion.

Hua Simu couldn't figure it out, a simple activity that was obviously accessible to elementary school students was turned into a survival challenge by her.

"Miss Hua, are you okay?, are you hurt?" the servants were startled, and hurried in with fire extinguishers to put out the fire.

Hua Simu scratched her messy hair and shook her head, feeling like a child was caught doing bad things.

After learning that Hua Simu fried the kitchen, the servants fell into an eerie silence, crying and laughing. In the end, they all adopted an encouraging education for Hua Simu.

Hua Simu can do it again, and I feel that I am very good.

The kitchen was quickly cleaned up.

Knowing that Miss Hua wanted to surprise the young master, no one went to tell the young master about the explosion in the kitchen at home.

I didn't sleep anymore, and gathered around the kitchen to watch Miss Hua make a bento.

The stove is temporarily useless, but there is an induction cooker, and with the help of the chef, oh no, it is the chef who quickly makes a beautiful bento with the help of the chef.

Looking at the packed lunch, Hua Simu was relieved and exhaled a long breath.

Went to simply pack up and went out.

When I arrived at the company, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening, and the Han Group was still bright, in fact, not only Han's, but in the center of the city, the light had never darkened for a day.

In an increasingly competitive world, everyone is struggling.

Hua Simu got out of the car with his hand, looked up, and a strong and powerful Han hung on a high place, this 'Han', Hua Simu is very familiar with it, it is Han Mo's technique.

High-rise buildings rise.

In this city center, is the tallest building, the landmark.

It's breathtaking.

The little assistant made an excuse, went downstairs early and waited at the door, and led Hua Simu in.

The servants hurried to hear the commotion.

Hua Simu couldn't figure it out, a simple activity that was obviously accessible to elementary school students was turned into a survival challenge by her.

"Miss Hua, are you okay?, are you hurt?" the servants were startled, and hurried in with fire extinguishers to put out the fire.

Hua Simu scratched her messy hair and shook her head, feeling like a child was caught doing bad things.

After learning that Hua Simu fried the kitchen, the servants fell into an eerie silence, crying and laughing. In the end, they all adopted an encouraging education for Hua Simu.

Hua Simu can do it again, and I feel that I am very good.

The kitchen was quickly cleaned up.

Knowing that Miss Hua wanted to surprise the young master, no one went to tell the young master about the explosion in the kitchen at home.

I didn't sleep anymore, and gathered around the kitchen to watch Miss Hua make a bento.

The stove is temporarily useless, but there is an induction cooker, and with the help of the chef, oh no, it is the chef who quickly makes a beautiful bento with the help of the chef.

Looking at the packed lunch, Hua Simu was relieved and exhaled a long breath.

Went to simply pack up and went out.

When I arrived at the company, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening, and the Han Group was still bright, in fact, not only Han's, but in the center of the city, the light had never darkened for a day.

In an increasingly competitive world, everyone is struggling.

Hua Simu got out of the car with his hand, looked up, and a strong and powerful Han hung on a high place, this 'Han', Hua Simu is very familiar with it, it is Han Mo's technique.

High-rise buildings rise.

In this city center, is the tallest building, the landmark.

It's breathtaking.

The little assistant made an excuse, went downstairs early and waited at the door, and led Hua Simu in.