Bu Qingge said angrily: "Then why are you buying so many vegetables?"

Ye Qingyu said as a matter of course: "You make it for me to eat." ”

"So what do you do?"

"Egg fried rice. ”

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, Miss Ben, I'm Bingxue and I'm smart, and such a simple thing will be done at a glance. ”

Then, Miss Ye Er, who was smart about ice and snow, the first egg fell to the ground, the second egg was broken in the bowl, and the third egg was broken in the pot.

Bu Qingge couldn't bear to look any further, and he covered his forehead and walked out of the kitchen.

Silently went to the bathroom to get a bucket of water, and Bu Qingge moved a stool and sat by the bucket.

Be ready to put out fires at any time.

Listening to the sound of the bowl being broken, the sound of pots and pans falling on the ground, Ye Qingyu's angry roar, and Ye Qingyu's arrogant laughter, Bu Qingge couldn't help but put his hands together and prayed: God, please bless this girl from burning the kitchen. It's okay if the kitchen really burns, she must not set herself on fire!

Maybe Bu Qingge's prayer worked, and after ten minutes, although Ye Qingyu was in constant condition, nothing serious happened.

Until a terrible scream came.

Something happened!

Bu Qingge rushed into the kitchen in an instant.

Then a man threw himself into his arms, hugged him, and cried.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?" asked Bu Qingge hurriedly.

Ye Qingyu raised her hand with tears in her eyes: "It hurts." ”

Bu Qingge looked at it, and there was a striking red dot on the white jade-like wrist in front of him, which was obviously scalded by the splashed oil.

Bu Qingge was so distressed that he didn't want to think about it, he lowered his head, kissed the wound, and licked it lightly with his tongue.

Ye whispered and was shocked, and his crying suddenly disappeared.

Raising his head, Bu Qingge explained with some twists: "That, saliva can be disinfected." ”

He regretted it very much: impulsive, impulsive, he didn't even touch his wife's little hand, but as a result, he kissed his sister-in-law's little hand.

Ye Qingyu looked at him in a daze, with a very strange look in his eyes. But after a blink, she was back to normal. She said angrily: "Really, your saliva is on my hands, how stinky, ah, stinky to death." ”

She pushed Bu Qingge out of the kitchen: "Go out, don't come in again." ”

Ye closed the door softly, and then let out a miserable scream: "Ah, my balls." ”

Twenty minutes later, Ye Qingyu came to Bu Qingge with his hands behind his back and twisted.

Bu Qingge doesn't have to think about it to know that tonight's egg fried rice is over.

Ye whispered and said with a smile: "That, fool, the first time I went to the kitchen, I didn't have enough experience points, and I didn't light up my skills." So, you get the idea. ”

Bu Qingge comforted: "It's okay, as long as you don't make a piece of, I can accept the rest." ”

Ye whispered angrily: "I'm scrambled eggs, not." I'll tell you, although it's a little ugly, it's definitely delicious. ”

Bu Qingge squeezed out a smile: "I'm mentally prepared enough, please take your balls." ”

Although he had been mentally prepared enough, seeing the egg fried rice served by Ye Qingyu, Bu Qingge couldn't help but gasp.

Oh my God, this is the legendary "ugly is ugly"?

Who can tell which eggs are and which are rice?

Looking at Bu Qingge's dumbfounded appearance, Ye Qingyu blushed rarely. She weakly explained: "My hands weren't burned just now, but I didn't care about the egg, and it was burnt. This rice is that I accidentally poured too much soy sauce, and it was a little dark. ”

Bu Qingge smiled bitterly: "A whole plate of thirty eggs, you fry two such things?"

Ye whispered in a lower voice: "There are five better, however, they are all in the trash." ”

Bu Qingge patted his forehead: "Sure enough, I can't expect too much from you." ”

Ye Qingyu was very unhappy when she heard it: "Let me tell you, all the first times of women are very precious. I've given you this precious first time, and you have to cherish it. ”

Bu Qingge exclaimed, "Oh my God, you won't want me to finish it." That's murder!"

Ye whispered angrily: "If you don't want to eat, then you will be hungry, you are absolutely not allowed to eat outside today, otherwise I will hate you for the rest of my life." ”

Bu Qingge was helpless, and carefully clamped a chopstick. He frowned and tasted, then furrowed his brow, smiled, and nodded.

Ye whispered with joy: "Oh my God, can you really eat it?" I'm really a genius, I'll taste it." ”

Then, "Ahhhhhhh ”

After some fighting, the two collapsed on the sofa.

Bu Qingge proposed: "Let's go out to eat." ”

Ye Qingyu resolutely refused: "I, Miss Ye Er, count, what I say is not good." ”

She poked her head over and said with a smile: "Fool, it's your turn, come on, I'll support you spiritually." ”

Bu Qingge touched his nose: "You won't really be able to do anything?"

Ye whispered and pulled him away: "Of course, you are a peerless genius." ”

Holding a spatula, Bu Qingge felt that his head was big.

There are some things that are about talent. For example, his grandfather is benevolent, playing the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and knows everything, but his cooking skills are ......

Bu Qingge once asked: "Grandpa, why do you boil all the dishes in water and don't put the seasoning?"

Bu Qiuren replied: "Spices and other things satisfy people's appetites, but they hurt people's stomachs. Not the best. Grandpa's cooking like this is in line with the way of health, do you understand?"

This answer deceived Bu Qingge for thirteen years, and it wasn't until later that he found out that Bu Qiuren cooked and boiled in plain water that tasted the best. After using the seasoning, it will not only hurt people's appetite, but also hurt people's stomach, and by the way, it will hurt people's hearts.

And Bu Qingge has inherited his grandfather's talent for cooking well.

Therefore, he was really a little weak in his heart.

But after thinking about it, Bu Qingge thought: "With my current memory, it is not a problem to memorize the "Chinese Dictionary". How easy is it to memorize a recipe?"

Braised pork ribs, farmhouse stir-fried pork, and shredded cabbage, Bu Qingge decided to make these three dishes. He found the instructional video and wrote it down carefully.

Ye Qingyu sneaked in and exclaimed, "Ah, you really don't know how to stir-fry?"

Bu Qingge raised his head arrogantly: "How is it possible? Brother is a peerless genius, except for giving birth to children, brother can do anything." Even if you can't, my brother will learn it as soon as he learns, and he will be fine after a while. Dare to look down on my brother, hum, wait to swallow your tongue. ”

Half an hour later.

Bu Qingge looked at the results of his hard work with satisfaction.

Especially the plate of shredded cabbage, which is exactly the same as in the video.

It seems that the shape and size of each leaf is the same.

Isn't that tasty?

Just kidding!

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PS: I'm in the most desperate mood, writing the most cheerful words. Today is July 13th, and in the past five days, the daily new collection does not exceed 40, the recommendation does not exceed 80, the reading does not exceed 500, and the number of free words is 266,000 words. I'm still holding on, but I'm about to collapse at any moment.