Because of that bet, Ouyang Mingmei didn't go out of the kitchen for three days.

In the past three days, there have been more than a dozen plates of wine-stuffed duck made, but after Qu Chengsheng ate it, he only said that it was okay.

Can it mean that it can't?

Ouyang Mingmei still has this bit of self-knowledge, and there is indeed a difference in taste between what she makes and what Qu Chengsheng makes.

So, if one plate doesn't work, then continue to practice, in short, she must make this dish, and make it convincing.

On the afternoon of the third day, Yan Zhu, who had rushed back from Paris, came to Ouyang's house.

Yan Zhu, who was dressed in a new shape, had just walked into the hall of Ouyang's house, and the familiar servant had already bowed respectfully and called her, "Miss Yan, good afternoon!" ”

Yan Zhu slowly took off the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, glanced at the living room, and asked lightly, "Where is your eldest lady?" ”

The maid lowered her head and whispered, "Miss is in the kitchen!" ”

"Kitchen?" Yan Zhu raised his eyebrows and went straight to the kitchen curiously.

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"Seal the bowl tightly and put it in the pot to steam for four hours! Ahem...... Master Qu, are you too hot, you're about to choke me to death! ”

In the kitchen, the hair was tied up in a ponytail, and the broken hair on the forehead was fixed with a bow headband. changed into a set of cotton home clothes, rolled up her sleeves, powdered without application, and Ouyang Mingmei, who was completely dressed as a yellow-faced woman, was chattering and cooking.

When Yan Zhuchu looked at it, he couldn't believe his eyes.

After confirming it again, she frowned and walked forward quickly, "Ou Yangmingmei, what kind of virtue are you?" ”

"Eh, Azhu, you're back!" Seeing Yan Zhu, Ouyang Mingmei was overjoyed and shouted excitedly.

"What do you look like now?" Yan Zhu looked disgusted.

"Haha, you go out first, wait for me, I'll just put this in the steamer!" Ouyang Mingmei urged Yan Zhu to leave.

Yan Zhu saw that the kitchen was full of steam, and he didn't want to make himself full of smell.

So, she turned and walked out of the kitchen.

After Ouyang Mingmei put the duck into the steamer and told Qu Chengsheng to pay attention to the heat, he turned around and walked out of the kitchen.

"Azhu, when did you come back? How about this year's Paris Fashion Week for Fall/Winter and do you have any designers you like? Ouyang Mingmei walked into the living room, saw Yan Zhu sitting on the sofa, and asked curiously.

"I just came back!" Yan Zhu smiled faintly and said, "But the theme of my magazine has been thought of and is being typeset and printed." If you want to say that this year's cutting-edge designers, there is no one in London at the beginning of the year that amazed me! ”

Ouyang Mingmei smiled when she heard this.

"The clothes you ordered will be delivered in a few days!" When Yan Zhu said this, seeing Ouyang Mingming's unsightly clothes, he couldn't help but ask, "But what kind of style are you now, why did you run to the kitchen to cook?" ”

"Hehe, I made a bet with Leng Rui!" Speaking of this, Ouyang Mingmei smiled mysteriously.

When Yan Zhu heard this, he was a little interested, and asked rhetorically, "What bet?" ”

"I told you not to laugh!" Ouyang Mingmei's face flushed a little shyly, and after glancing at Yan Zhu, she raised her hand, nodded lightly with her two index fingers, and replied: "If I make a wine-stuffed duck, he will kiss me!" ”

Yan Zhu was stunned for a moment at first, but after she reacted, she laughed and said loudly with disdain: "Ouyang Mingmei, what is the matter between you and that Leng Rui?" What age is it, you actually bet on kisses, your brain is pumped, do you know what efficiency is! ”