Ling Yuan said that he was also helpless about this.

He wanted to keep a strained face, listen to his little cook seriously and seriously tell her about the troubles in her heart, and then cheer her on, so that she could cheer up.

But he found that when his little cook was troubled, the slightly wrinkled willow eyebrows, as well as the little face that bulged into a small bun, and the little cherry lips that were unintentionally pursed like cuteness, looked full of irresistible cuteness.

So, a certain emperor couldn't hold back after enduring, and finally stretched out his wolf claws to his little cook.

It's a pity that Feng Jiao was only thinking about how to make this difficult golden garlic beef cube, and didn't notice Ling Yuan's movements.

She sighed and said, "A-Yuan, you don't know anything. The recipe left by the senior who cooked the golden garlic beef cubes is not very detailed. There are some details that I can only slowly figure out. ”

Based on her previous experience, when cooking beef, the first step is to marinate it with seasonings such as soy sauce, salt, and cooking wine.

However, if you do this, a lot of juice will appear during the subsequent cooking process.

The appearance of too much soup will cause the syrup she boiled to be unable to perfectly wrap around the beef grains, and cannot form the layer of sugar crust that is essential for the dish, which leads to the failure of the whole dish.

After two failures in a row, Feng Jiao began to change her cooking techniques, trying to coat the syrup first, at least to figure out how that layer of sugar crust came out.

But the effect is even worse.

The unmarinated beef is not only bland and tasteless, but also has a smell of blood, and when it is wrapped in the icing, it also oozes a lot of soup because of the heat.

Again, the attempt failed. Not only did the beef fail to be wrapped in sugar shells, but the taste was terrifying.

The experience of several failures even made Feng Jiao feel as if she had returned to the state when she was thirteen or fourteen years old and had just started to help her grandmother cook.

Constantly experiencing failures, constantly summing up experience, and constantly trying to find a trace of the possibility of success.

Listening to Feng Jiao finish talking about the difficulties she was currently encountering, as well as the troubles in her heart, Ling Yuan smiled at her: "Do you remember the last time you taught me how to cook?" At that time, I didn't even know what to do with the simplest questions for you, whether to put meat or vegetables first, how to control the heat, and how much salt to use. But I still didn't give up trying, ahem, even though it turned out to be a failure. ”

Feng Jiao was stunned for a moment when she heard this: "You mean, I don't want to give up easily, maybe I can find a way to cook this dish after a few more attempts?" ”

Ling Yuan shook his head: "Little chef, for the sake of your husband's intentions, you actually only guessed half right. ”

"Oh? Is it? So what exactly is the other half? Feng Jiao looked at Ling Yuan with great interest, with a look of willingness to hear the details.

Ling Yuan smiled, walked behind Feng Jiao, stretched out his hand to hug her, and then continued: "I want to tell you that your foodie husband with zero cooking talent is waiting to taste the taste of that golden garlic beef cube!" Your husband has faith in you and knows that you will succeed! ”