This man is the boss of the Blue Dragon Club and the president of the Yin Group, no matter which identity he is, it is enough to make people breathtaking. Yavin Bar '-=.-y· his wrist, his mind, how many people want to emulate and learn?

If you really have the opportunity to worship him as a teacher, who doesn't want to learn his strategy at the negotiation table, and who doesn't want to learn from his vigorous and resolute behavior in doing things and being a man?

But there is an illiterate little guy in front of him, who actually takes a fancy to the cooking skills that 99% of men in society disdain!

"Uncle Yin has a lot to learn from me, but what I want to learn most right now is cooking." Ye Zechuan's delicate little face was sincere, and his beautiful eyes looked at the man, "I beg my uncle to take me as an apprentice!" ”

Yin Mochen looked at him for a moment, and raised his eyebrows unhurriedly: "Is it for the bad?" ”

thought that the little idea of bad was well concealed, but Ye Zechuan didn't expect this man to guess his mind so easily, and his childish little face suddenly turned red. Yavin 8_> _ --'.· ｙ·ａ-`ｅ-ｎ·８-．`ｃ=ｏｍ

His eyes flickered, and he quickly moved away, and even the two hands hanging at his side suddenly became overwhelmed.

Yin Mochen took his flustered expression into his eyes, but he didn't say anything more, just quietly waited for his answer.

After a long time, Ye Zechuan nodded almost invisibly, and his handsome little face was still red: "Yes, but not all." > Yawen Bar_ ·''.'y·a==e=n="

Everyone knows that Bad likes to eat, and he privately hopes that he will have the opportunity to cook a dish by himself in the future, so that he can like Bad Bad when he eats it.

As for whether she wants her to like cooking or the person who cooks, it is unknown.

Of course, many years later, the facts also proved that Ye Zechuan's decision at this time was wise, how could Bad, as a senior and invincible foodie, be able to resist Ye Zechuan's cooking skills that are as good as her family's true inheritance?

When the wall clock in the living room pointed to seven o'clock, the bad thing brother and sister and Ye Zhixia came down from the second floor.

"Wow, it smells so good!" The rich and thick aroma of porridge permeated the living room, and the bad sniffed the tip of the little nose, and couldn't wait to run to the kitchen with his little short legs, "Baba, what are you eating this morning?" Before she could step through the kitchen door, she couldn't help but ask out loud.

Yin Mochen cut off the power of the purple casserole, glanced at his daughter who ran over to him, and replied softly: "Potato and beef porridge." ”

"My favorite porridge is Baba!" Badly coquettishly hugged the man's legs, raised his little face and said, "Baba, I'll help you bring the porridge out." ”

"Be careful." Yin Mochen knew that she had great strength, and handed her the heavy purple clay pot from the marble table.

It's all spoiled and spoiled by him, but most of the time at home, he will also let his daughter do what she can.

"Hmm." Bad didn't feel the slightest effort to hold the purple casserole that was bigger than her waist, and she was about to turn around and go out, when she suddenly heard the sound of a cutting board behind her.

She turned her little face suspiciously, and it turned out that Ye Zechuan was standing on the small square stool with his back to her, concentrating on what he was cutting with a kitchen knife.

Bad thought about it, walked over with the casserole in his arms, and asked crisply, "Brother Zechuan, what are you cutting?" ”

Ye Zechuan had been thinking about how to cut the potatoes into standard small potato pieces that were one centimeter long, one centimeter wide and one centimeter high according to what Yin Mochen said, when he suddenly heard her voice, the knife in his hand shook, and he almost cut his fingers.