Zhang's mother followed the chef to the kitchen.

The chef took out his own set of tools for cooking Western food.

Then he introduced the purpose of these tools to Zhang's mother.

Zhang's mother listened very carefully, and then wrote it down.

In the end, the chef asked Zhang's mother to operate it herself.

Zhang's mother then followed what the chef said and operated all the tools.

The chef watched Mama Zhang's operation and seemed to be very handy.

"Mom Zhang, how did you learn it so easily?" The chef asked, a little surprised.

"No, cooking, it's pretty much the same, just remember what these tools do, and then watch you operate it again, it's easy to remember." Zhang's mother replied.

"You're so smart." The chef complimented.

"It's okay." Zhang's mother was a little embarrassed.

"Then what do you mean to teach me how to cook Chinese food?" The chef asked.

"Chef, do you really want to learn how to cook Chinese food?" Zhang's mother asked.

"Yes, I really want to learn, if I only teach you how to do Western food, and you don't teach me how to do Chinese food, I will suffer a loss." Chef said.

Zhang's mother laughed.

"Okay, chef, I'll teach you how to cook Chinese food, but Chinese food is more varied and complicated than Western food, and I'm afraid you may not be able to learn it." Zhang's mother said.

"It's okay, you can learn Western food, and I can learn Chinese food." The chef said with confidence.

"I haven't learned it either, I just know some tools for making Western food, and I'm still far from you." Zhang's mother said modestly.

"Yes, it only took you a moment to recognize these tools, and it was only a matter of time before you learned them. You teach me how to cook Chinese food, I want to know if I am talented or not. The chef said with some impatience.

"Okay." Seeing the chef's eagerness, Zhang's mother had no choice but to agree to teach him Chinese food.

"Okay, okay, teach you the simplest stir-fry?" Zhang's mother asked.

"Okay, stir-fry just stir-fry, but what is stir-fry?" The chef asked, a little embarrassed.

"Stir-frying, that is, putting cooking oil in a wok, then burning to the highest temperature, and then putting the vegetables to be fried in." Zhang's mother explained.

"Oh." The chef replied.

I still don't quite understand it in my heart. But it should be similar to how they fry a steak. Again, add oil and fry the steaks.

Zhang's mother then demonstrated to the chef.

Zhang's mother put the wok on the stove, then put in some oil, and finally waited for the oil to boil to the highest temperature.

The chef saw that the oil was boiling all the time, and smoke kept coming out of the pot. The chef said anxiously, "Okay, okay, it's going to burn again." ”

Zhang's mother didn't panic at all, and looked at the chef calmly. said: "Don't worry, I have my own measure." ”

When the chef saw her say this, he had to ignore it for the time being. Just thinking about the possible scene later, he was a little weak-footed.

After another minute, Zhang's mother put the shredded meat that had been cut into the pot.

I only heard the sound of "pop", which was the sound of the fire burning to the fullest. Then a fire came out of the pot.

When the chef saw it, he was shocked.

Where is this stir-frying, it's like playing with fire.

I didn't expect Chinese food to be like this. The Chinese are quite bold.

There has never been such a thing as a fire in Western cuisine.

Seeing Zhang's mother there as if she had nothing to do, she was stir-frying shredded meat there with a shovel.

The chef had the idea of escaping the kitchen.

"Chef, you see, stir-fry in Chinese food is like this, you can see how beautiful the color of this shredded meat is." Zhang's mother looked back at the chef.

Seeing the chef there, he seemed to be very nervous.

"What's wrong?" Zhang's mother didn't understand why he had such an expression at all.

"It's too dangerous." The chef came back to his senses, then waved his hand to Zhang's mother and said.

"So you just watched me stir-fry and were you scared?" Zhang's mother asked.

"Well, there was a fire just now, the fire was very big, and I was worried about you." Chef said.

Hearing the chef say this, Zhang's mother felt a little funny, but also very moved.

To be honest, for a person who doesn't know how to cook Chinese food, the process of stir-frying just now may be really scary.

When she first learned, she was also very scared.

Later, I didn't even want to learn anymore. It's just forced by life, so you have to learn.

It's been so long, and Zhang's mother has slowly gotten used to it.

But I haven't met a man who said he was worried about seeing the scene just now.

"Chef, it's just a normal thing. You think, the oil is boiling to the boiling point, so there will be sparks, but stir-frying is also about that temperature, and the stir-fried vegetables are delicious. Zhang's mother said.

"Oh." The chef nodded. It seems to be understood.

As a chef, whether it is Western or Chinese food, you should know that the heat is closely related to the deliciousness of the food.

"Then do you still have to learn to cook Chinese food?" Zhang's mother asked.

"Learn, why not." The chef wanted to give up, but then he thought about it, why can't he do what a woman can do?

So he walked over and took the shovel from Zhang's mother's hand. said to Zhang's mother: "Zhang's mother, you go to rest, I'll just fry it." ”

When Zhang's mother heard him say this, she stood aside with a smile and gave up the most important position to him.

I watched him fry from the side, although the chef is the leader in Western food, but it is not the same thing when it comes to Chinese food.

In particular, the movements were very rusty, which reminded her of some young people who had just learned to cook, or like a child. The movements look so unskilled.

"Mom Zhang, do you think I'm like this?" The chef turned his head and asked Mama Zhang while stir-frying.

"Well, yes, it's all like this at first, take your time, and it will get better and better in the future." Zhang's mother said.

The chef understood what Zhang's mother meant, but it didn't matter, it didn't matter if she didn't do it well now.

He will slowly learn from Mama Zhang.

After Canglan and Chang Zi ate Western food at night, they went back to their rooms.

Because Canglan is pregnant now, Chang Zhongye helped her all the way back to the room.

Back in the room, Canglan seemed to be much more relaxed, and then sat on the bed and watched TV.

Chang Zhongye relieved Canglan to do what he wanted to do.

I took out my computer, and then I took care of the company's affairs.

Canglan is still watching TV series. At this time, suddenly Wei Yangming called.

Chang Zhongye then picked up the phone.

"Is it always midnight? Where are you? Wei Yangming asked.

"Somewhere, of course, at home." Chang Ziye replied.

"Oh, it's so nice that you're at home, we want to come and see you, and by the way, tell you the time and address of my wedding banquet with Gongsun Zhan." Wei Yangming said.

"Okay, come on, we're done with dinner, Canglan is watching TV, and I'm with her. You must not come too late, if you delay too long, I am afraid that it will affect the rest of the storm. Chang Ziye instructed.

"Okay, let's drive over now." Wei Yangming hung up the phone after speaking.

Canglan turned his head to Chang Zhongye at this time, and he seemed to faintly hear who was coming just now. So he asked, "Who is it?" ”

"It's Wei Yangming and Gongsun Zhan, they are coming to inform us of the address and time of the wedding banquet. Really, how can this kind of thing be done in person, wouldn't it be good to send a wedding card directly? Chang Ziye said complainingly.

"Anyway, of course it's more important for us to come in person, and they're different from us in the first place." Canglan said.

"Okay, but I'm afraid that they will come and delay for a long time, which will affect your rest, and if you affect your rest, it will affect the baby in your belly, so the responsibility will be great." Chang Ziye said.

"It's okay, Chang Zhongye, I'm only in the early stages of pregnancy, how can it be as serious as you said, and even if they don't come, I will chase the drama until twelve o'clock." Canglan looked at the time and found that it was only ten o'clock in the evening.

So even if Wei Yangming and Gongsun Zhan can't exceed two hours?

Two hours, maybe explaining something, is enough, right?

Canglan saw that Chang Ziye was still a little unhappy, so he persuaded: "Okay, Chang Ziye, what kind of face are you throwing, Wei Yangming and Gongsun Zan only came to the house once, are you so ignorant?" ”

Chang Zhongye's original wrinkled face stretched out.

"Hee-hee, Canglan, I'm not angry, I'm very happy." Chang Ziye said with a smile.

"Are you really not angry?" Canglan didn't believe it.

"No, I'll be happy if you're happy." Chang Ziye said.

"Okay." Canglan didn't talk to Chang Ziye anymore. Continue to watch your TV.

About twenty minutes later, Canglan and Chang Zhongye heard Zhang's mother's voice downstairs.

The living room seems to be lively.

Canglan thought that Gongsun Chan and Wei Yangming must be here.

So I put the TV on pause, put on my slippers, and ran downstairs.

Chang Midnight followed closely. What should I do if I am afraid that Canglan will run too fast and fall?

"Canglan, you slow down." Chang Ziye shouted while chasing after him.

Gongsun Zan and Wei Yangming had already heard Chang Ziye's voice in the living room, so the two of them looked upstairs at the same time.

Since the upstairs and downstairs can be seen directly, the corridor upstairs just surrounds the room, like a circle, so Gongsun Chan and Wei Yangming can see it.

I saw Chang Ziye chasing after Canglan closely. And Canglan's figure has disappeared at the top of the stairs.

"It's strange, why is Chang Zhongye chasing Canglan, and you look very nervous when you see him." Gongsun Chan said strangely to Wei Yangming.

"yes, why are you chasing the vicissitudes?" But later Wei Yangming also reacted.

Doesn't this Chang Zhongye just like to run after the vicissitudes? Wherever the vicissitudes go, he goes.

"It's not strange, Zhan'er, Chang Ziye likes Canglan so much, you don't know."