"It depends." Yu Qingqing said a meaningful "um", "My cooking skills are not something that anyone can taste casually." ”

Saying that, Yu Qingqing sandwiched a little of the dishes she made to Fu Shaohan, "Taste it, can you eat it." ”

Yu Qingqing has no confidence in her cooking skills at all, and she will never be able to say whether it is delicious or not. She doesn't ask for much, she can eat it.

Fu Shaohan looked at the greens that looked okay, picked up some chopsticks and put them in his mouth.

Yu Qingqing sat opposite, looking at Fu Shaohan expectantly, waiting for Fu Shaohan's response.

As long as she can eat it, she will try to make it for him as much as possible in the future, and she can't eat it...... Forget it. After all, Fu Shaohan had already tried his best to guide her, so he almost started to help her fry directly.

Yu Qingqing watched Fu Shaohan taste it slowly, his expression didn't change much, he didn't vomit or drink water, and suddenly there was a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Is it okay?" ”

Fu Shaohan slowly put down his chopsticks and nodded: "Well, it's okay." More practice is better. ”

The corner of Yu Qingqing's mouth, who was praised, raised a big smile: "I'll talk about it later." I'll just say how bad it is, after all, it was done under your guidance. ”

While speaking, Yu Qingqing took a mouthful of food and stuffed it into her mouth.

It doesn't matter if you eat it, Yu Qingqing's expression was almost distorted, and finally forced herself to swallow: "How can this be!" No, I did it the way you did. I didn't put much salt or anything, why is it so unpalatable! ”

Looking at Yu Qingqing's unbelievable expression, the corners of Fu Shaohan's mouth couldn't help but rise: "Actually, you can still swallow it, but it doesn't taste very good." ”

Yu Qingqing said with a bitter face: "Don't comfort me, I don't think I have this talent, I'll leave this kind of thing to you in the future." ”

As he spoke, Yu Qingqing pushed aside the dishes he had made, and put them all on Fu Shaohan's cooking. She stretched out her chopsticks and grabbed some, and after eating them in her mouth, Yu Qingqing almost cried.

This is not at the same level as what I did. My own is unpalatable and I want to cry, but Fu Shaohan is delicious and I want to cry.

Obviously, they all live in the same house and grow up on the same earth, so why is there such a big difference in cooking skills? There is no heavenly reason!!

Fu Shaohan raised his eyebrows, looking at Yu Qingqing's rapidly changing expression, the corners of his eyebrows were slightly raised, trying to mobilize her enthusiasm for cooking: "It's okay to practice more." After all, what makes perfect. ”

Yu Qingqing stretched out her hand and made a refusal expression: "Don't, it's just a waste of ingredients!" ”

After speaking, Yu Qingqing turned on the rice cooker without giving up: "This rice should be okay, after all, this doesn't need any skills." ”

Yu Qingqing, who wanted to find comfort in the rice, turned on the rice cooker, and suddenly there was a burst of fragrance.

Yu Qingqing couldn't help but be interested, got up and picked up the rice bowl, but when she saw the situation in the pot, Yu Qingqing almost didn't lose her breath: "Mom, it's obviously very fragrant, why is it ...... So indescribable. ”

Yu Qingqing gritted her teeth and unwillingly served half a bowl of rice.

Although it doesn't look good, the only consolation is that this rice is better than the dish, and it can still be swallowed, especially the aroma of pineapple, which has a lot of points.

After tasting it in person, Yu Qingqing recommended it to Fu Shaohan: "This rice is okay, it's better than the dish." Although the appearance is not good, it is acceptable. ”