After receiving all the plots, Ye Lin couldn't help but sneer, this Yang Mulian, who didn't seem to eat fireworks in the world, had learned from other people's lives, and he actually felt that he could offset it after working here for a few years?

How many chefs in the world are eager to be accepted as apprentices by Yang Guanzhong, some would rather be cattle and horses, and some are willing to spend a huge amount, but what about him? Teaching cooking, he accepted it with peace of mind, fatherly love, he accepted it with peace of mind, except for a good look and a little talent, how could he bear such kindness? He looks like a human being, and his heart and liver are darker than anyone else.

Chu Yu's drama of returning the knife is simply an excuse to return the knife, hooking up with an idol is true, you have to beautify yourself to be honest and simple, Ye Lin really has to vomit out the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

With a dog for a long time.

Ye Lin asked Mrs. Yang to go through the discharge procedures for her and returned to the empty villa of the Yang family.

Because of the financial constraints of Songyue Building, Yang Guanzhong's surgery expenses were huge, and he had to afford the high-end ward where Yang Yelin lived, and the Yang family's finances were suddenly stretched.

Yang Song Xiuqin dismissed the maid at home, and even Wang's mother, who had served in the Yang family for more than ten years, also gave a sum of money to send away, and now the whole villa is deserted, and the smell of fireworks from the kitchen when she gets home from work on weekdays is now gone.

Yang Song Xiuqin touched her somewhat shriveled stomach, she cried in the hospital for a day today, she is now tired and hungry, thinking that her daughter is not good at cooking, she took out her mobile phone and planned to make a takeaway call.

Usually, she can't touch these things, but in the end, this time is different from the past, and she can only be wronged.

Ye Lin didn't speak, walked to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, there were only a few eggs and a piece of frosted beef that hadn't had time to cook.

Song Xiuqin, who had just finished the phone call and was sitting in the room waiting for takeout, took a deep breath, her stomach, which was already rumbling, was even more hungry after she smelled the smell, she stroked her empty stomach, hesitated and was a little greedy, squinted her eyes and muttered: "What, why is it so fragrant......"

She went downstairs with her hands on the stairs, and was about to ask her daughter, but she was attracted by the strong fragrance and followed the smell to the kitchen.

"Ye'er? How are you cooking? As if she had seen something strange, her eyes widened as she looked at the frosted beef that Ye Lin was frying in her hands.

I saw a plate of thinly sliced beef with fine knives on the neatly packed kitchen table, and a plate of white noodles stretched as thin as silver threads.

A pot of soup was boiled next to the frying pan, and she wrapped it in gauze and flew up and down in the boiling soup pot, and the milky white noodle soup gradually became yellow under steaming, and she threw the neatly stacked noodles on the plate into it with a wave of her hand.

Ye Lin scooped it with a gauze net with his left hand and put it in the cold water urn that had been prepared to cool down.

The noodles are ready, and the sauce in the pan is pre-heated.

I don't know what kind of sauce is pre-heated at the bottom of the pot, and the aroma is incredible. Ye Lin pouted a few chopsticks of butter with a wooden block and put it in the sauce-red pan to melt, and the fierce aroma of the sauce mixed with a little sweet milk fragrance rushed into Song Xiuqin's nose fiercely.

It's the smell just now!

She stared at Ye Lin holding slender wooden chopsticks, and spread the thinly and evenly cut frosted beef on the sauce in slices, the uniform fat in the frosted beef overflowed under the high temperature of the sauce, and the brown meat slices gradually took on the red luster of the sauce, and the meat slices were very thin, Ye Lin didn't let it fry on the fire for too long, grasped the tender heat, and neatly stacked the fried frosted beef in the prepared black bowl.

The noodles are arranged in a circle around the frosted beef in the middle, and the frying pan is held in one hand, and the concentrated red sauce inside is poured over the white and shivering noodles. Beat two more raw eggs in two bowls, and you can add them if you want to eat.

Finally, he sprinkled a handful of green onions on top to decorate, and served the bowl to Song Xiuqin, who was stunned on the side.

Song Xiuqin smelled the smell of fresh meat, and didn't have time to ask Ye Lin when her cooking skills had improved so much, she mixed the sauce and noodles with chopsticks slightly, and buried her face in a big black bowl.

Before the noodles were eaten, Song Xiuqin knew how delicious the red sauce of the pan-fried beef was. She had never eaten such delicious noodles in her life, and the pure Japanese soy sauce was mixed with the fat of the frosted beef to create a very good flavor. Not to mention the soup, Ye Lin's hand-kneaded noodles are very slender, very flavorful, and the thickness is even when rolled, although it is as thin as silver threads, it is elastic, soft and hard and palatable, such noodles are matched with a fresh and fragrant sauce, soft and tender egg liquid, it is really a perfect match!

She almost swallowed her tongue when she ate it, although she has been married to Yang Guanzhong for more than 20 years and has seen countless delicious foods with him, she has never eaten mixed noodles with such a good taste.

Ye Lin also tasted it with her, and was immediately conquered by such a taste.

The shopkeeper told her that this cooking skill was pawned by one of the best chefs in the Forbidden City of the Qing Dynasty in the Soul Affairs Office, and he had been cooking for decades, and even the emperor could not give up such a delicacy.

She saw that there were only these few ingredients in the refrigerator, so she suddenly came up with the idea of making such a mixed noodle dish.

I really have to say that the cooking skills of this person are so strong, she almost thought that she was dreaming, and when she saw the food, she could keenly feel the effect of it entering the dish.

That Yang Mulian also doesn't know the height of the sky, he just thinks that he is the best in the world, if it weren't for her, I'm afraid he wouldn't know how high Tianyou is and how deep the sea is.

"Ye'er, why did you suddenly improve your cooking skills so much?" After the tea and dinner were full, Song Xiuqin took a sip of tea and couldn't help asking.

Ye Lin just said that he was too lazy to cook before, and because his father was partial to Yang Mulian, he deliberately made the dishes difficult to eat.

Now that her father is dead, the Yang family has nothing to rely on except her, so her true skills are revealed.

She made up a set of rhetoric at random, but she didn't expect Song Xiuqin to have no doubts at all after hearing it, she smiled with raised eyebrows, she patted Ye Lin's thin shoulder, and said with satisfaction: "It's worthy of being my Song Xiuqin's daughter, Yang Mulian's dog thing still thinks that my Yang family can't do without him, I want to see what kind of capital he uses to be proud!" ”