Meng Fanzhu knew Song Yang's amount of food, so he took out a large piece of pork loin from the refrigerator and put it in the microwave oven to freeze it, and took out a cinnamon fish and some Argentine red shrimp and soaked them in cold water. Seven servings of rice were stewed in the rice cooker, one for my mother and Zhou Ling, one and a half for myself and Lele, and the remaining two for the fat man.

I didn't prepare in advance today, so I just made some home-cooked Russian Western food with the existing ingredients at home. The main course is tomato tenderloin, grilled osmanthus fish in milk sauce, canned shrimp, grilled mix, the main dish is baked rice with milk sauce, and the soup is naturally the classic creamy mushroom soup.

There are a lot of Russians in Songjiang, so the people of Songjiang are also affected, and most of them prefer to eat Russian-style Western food.

Compared with the fine and elaborate French Western food, the light and concise British Western food that pays attention to etiquette, and the original Italian Western food with a lot of pasta, Russian Western food is famous for its high calorie, heavy taste and fried and smoked, so it is good for ladies to taste it occasionally, and it is not suitable to eat it often for the sake of the figure, and if you don't believe it, look at the body shape of Russian married women.

Switching to the chef mode, the kitchen immediately became Meng Fanzhu's home field, and suddenly there were swords, swords, and fires.

After a while, Song Yang and Zhou Ling arrived, Meng Fanzhu took the things, threw them to the two of them, and returned to the kitchen to continue the fight.

Song Yang is here like going home, and squeezing a bed with Meng Fanzhu for the night is not a matter of eight times out of ten. Zhou Ling came for the first time, and visited under the leadership of Song Yang, and was particularly interested in the small courtyard and the three treasures.

Sambo may not be the purest Labrador, but he is definitely the smartest dog in the world, and his excellent potential value makes Sambo's IQ close to that of a 6-year-old child. The white fat man he knows, but he doesn't like it, this guy always likes to hold himself and rub it, his body is very hot, and he often sweats, which makes him uncomfortable. This female guest is very good, her body is fragrant, and she is also very comfortable, so let's play with her for a while.

After playing with Sanbao for a while, Zhou Ling returned to the living room, and before she sat down, she heard the sound of frying and frying in the kitchen. A little curious, I didn't expect Meng Fanzhu to be able to cook, and asked Song Yang in surprise: "I saw the little pig wearing an apron just now, and I thought he was simmering some rice to make a show, wouldn't it really be for us to make a good meal, when did he learn to cook, do you know?"

Song Yang scratched his head, a little puzzled: "I cooked noodles and scrambled eggs for me in my sophomore year of high school, but I didn't do anything else, so I don't know when he learned it, this guy is very mysterious, he likes to learn things secretly, and he doesn't tell you when he learns, and he often scares you!"

Zhou Ling also nodded sympathetically, Song Yang saw that Zhou Ling agreed with his point of view, happy and curious at the same time: "I thought he would order some takeout, but now it seems that he is doing it himself, go, go and see, I'm a little worried, whether I can eat it, I'm very hungry!"

So the two heads appeared at the glass sliding door of the kitchen, and at this glance, they could no longer take their eyes off. I saw a dazzling flash of knife light in Meng Fanzhu's hand, and the tenderloin under his hand became a neat piece, with the same size as the width and narrow strips of the thumb, comparable to machine processing, but the speed was much faster, and it looked like a dance of Guanyin with a thousand hands.

The subsequent egg dipping, breadcrumbs, and plate laying are all carried out smoothly. In the interval between taking out the blanched mushrooms and cooling, the knife flashed again, and countless small diamond-shaped cut marks appeared on the cinnamon fish, which were quickly smeared with seasoning and put into the oven. Even the master chef in the hotel couldn't be so pleasing to the eye, and this cooking skill made Song Yang and Zhou Ling stunned. It wasn't until Meng Fanzhu came over after making all the materials into semi-finished products that the two of them came to their senses.

Song Yang immediately pointed at Meng Fanzhu's nose and asked loudly: "Look at your posture, this posture is definitely not just learned to cook, you only cooked noodles for me when I came before, do you think it is appropriate?"

Meng Fanzhu was a little embarrassed, but he couldn't explain the reality that he had really just learned to cook, so he could only touch his nose awkwardly and hold back a sentence: "Didn't I support you lose weight?"

Seeing Song Yang's sad and indignant appearance, he felt a little guilty in his heart, Meng Fanzhu hurriedly expressed his merits: "I prepared a meal for two for you today, to ensure that you eat and drink well, okay?"

At more than 5 o'clock, my mother and Lele came back one after another, and they were very happy to see Song Yang and Zhou Ling. Lele heard that his eldest brother was making food, and he cleverly ran into the kitchen. At this time, Meng Fanzhu had just fried the pork chops, and as soon as the kitchen door opened, the rich fragrance wafted into the living room. For the sake of his good brother, he stuffed a piece in his mouth and in his hand, and motioned to the fat man to give Zhou Ling a taste as well.

Then I opened the sealed double-walled oven with grilled fish and baked rice, which was amazing, and the few people who had just been immersed in the delicious taste of pork cutlet were immediately attracted to it. I only felt that this was the sweetest food taste I had ever smelled in my life, and even Zhou Ling forgot to be reserved, staring at the oven without blinking, and swallowing saliva in her mouth.

I can't see the appearance of these people!

hurriedly put the food on the table, and the three of them were able to hold back the gluttony, so they insisted on holding on until their mother came out after changing into home clothes.

Seeing the expressions of the three of them, and smelling the rich aroma of food, my mother didn't know what was going on. Quickly done, picked up the chopsticks and ordered directly: "Go!"

Song Yang was the last to get off the table, and the fat man insisted on eating the last bite of rice and vegetables on the plate, and then rubbed into the living room and reclined on the sofa, and the three people next to him, including his mother, were leaning on the sofa and humming.

Meng Fanzhu brought the sweet and sour fruit tea prepared in advance, and watched with a smile as the four of them took a small sip there.

When they were almost relieved, they took Song Yang and Zhou Ling back to their house, turned on their laptops, opened the framework of the website built by the fat man, and checked it.

It's really good, the fat man is really attentive, the structure is reasonable, and the command is concise. According to Meng Fanzhu's design, the homepage is planned with four sections: alumni directory, personal page, my friends, and Happy Farm.

The first three modules have been installed, and the alumni directory has specially added colleagues from the company in addition to elementary school, junior high school, high school, and university. At that time, Song Yang also asked why he was not a 'colleague in the unit', and Meng Fanzhu smiled and said nothing.

Happy Farm Meng Fanzhu had just finished it the day before yesterday, so he didn't have time to give it to Song Yang, and now it's just time for Song Yang and Zhou Ling to feel it. This is a big killer for website drainage, and the dogs in it are designed according to the image of Sanbao.

As soon as Song Yang heard that the fourth module was a game, he immediately couldn't help but start operating. But after a while, I felt bored and stopped playing.

Happy Farm is really boring to play alone, this game mode requires everyone to play together to discover the fun of 'stealing' vegetables. After explaining the concept in detail, the eyes of the two lit up.

Song Yang patted his thigh: "You can't grow vegetables unless you steal them!"

(End of this chapter, read the next chapter)