The kitchen is not far from the front yard and it didn't take long to arrive.

Steward Zhao led Qiao Jinyu into the kitchen, explained the precautions, and then stepped aside, letting Qiao Jinyu play freely.

As for Qiao Dazhu, he was arranged in the courtyard by Steward Zhao, and people served tea and hospitality.

After all, it is a person who may become General Zhao's future father-in-law, so why can't he be treated harshly, right?

In modern times, Qiao Jinyu is the top chef of Seven Star Restaurant, and she cooks the world-renowned Sichuan cuisine.

No matter how bad the guest is, after eating the dishes she cooked, he didn't say anything good.

This time, Steward Zhao asked her to try to make mapo tofu that is common on ordinary people's tables.

The tofu was delivered this morning, fresh and smooth.

As for the other ingredients, such as onions, ginger and garlic, they have already been washed and put aside, and she only needs to cut them fresh.

Qiao Jinyu didn't grind, she selected the condiments she needed and put them in one place, then picked up the kitchen knife and started to do it.

Steward Zhao watched her knife trick slipping away from the side, and couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at her more.

I thought it was just a formality, but I didn't expect it to be a person with real kung fu.

With this knife technique, even Lao Zhang, who has been in the kitchen for almost 30 years, has been compared.

Madame doesn't have any special hobbies, she just loves to eat.

If there is such a handsome daughter-in-law who can cook, I am afraid that she will smile from ear to ear every day.

When the ingredients were ready, Qiao Jinyu began to heat the pan and put oil, and Steward Zhao arranged for the person in charge of the fire, so she didn't need to worry about the fire.

When the oil is hot, Qiao Jinyu puts the condiments into the pot in order, then pours in the cut meat foam, and finally adds the tofu.

After a while, the whole kitchen was filled with an enticing aroma, and Steward Zhao and the guy who burned the fire couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

It smells so good!

It's been a long time since I've smelled anything like this!

Lao Zhang's cooking level can only be said to be improvised, far less than the one in front of him!

Finally, after a few stir-fries, Qiao Jinyu picked up the pot and put the finished product on the table on the side.

"Steward Zhao will bring this dish to Mrs. to taste, if Mrs. is satisfied, I will keep it."

"Oh, okay." Steward Zhao responded casually, and was about to step forward, when a woman's shouting suddenly came from outside the courtyard.

"Quick! This is someone making mapo tofu, right? Let the old students taste it! ”

When the sound fell, the sound of running sounded in the yard, and then a figure ran into the kitchen, rushing to the plate of mapo tofu like a gust of wind.

"Lao Zhao, bring me a pair of chopsticks!"

Steward Zhao's face was a little bad, and he glanced at Qiao Jinyu in a wry manner.

It's so good that there are outsiders here, madam, can't you take care of your image?

Those who don't know still think that the general treats your biological mother harshly and doesn't give you food.

There was a complaint in his heart, but Steward Zhao's movements did not dare to be slow, and he hurriedly handed over the chopsticks, for fear that someone would directly grab the vegetables and stuff them into his mouth.

It's not that he's exaggerating, it's that someone can really do such a thing.

Although she had a son who was a general, she was no ordinary peasant woman.

Yan's hand holding the chopsticks trembled slightly because of excitement, and finally grabbed a piece of tofu and put it in his mouth, and the person immediately screamed, so frightened that Steward Zhao hurriedly supported her, and glared at Qiao Jinyu with a fierce face.

"You put poison in the dish? I looked like a good person, but I didn't expect it to be a spy! Someone! Take down this spy pretending to be a cook for me! ”

The guy who burned the fire was the first to react, rushed to Qiao Jinyu in a few steps, grabbed her by the shoulders and buckled her.

Qiao Dazhu, who was drinking tea in the yard, noticed that the movement was wrong, threw away the tea bowl in his hand and rushed into the kitchen.

"What are you doing here? Let go of my daughter! ”

Qiao Jinyu blinked in confusion.

What the hell is this situation?

Isn't she just fried a dish, why did she become a spy in a blink of an eye?

The style of painting changes too fast, she can't keep up with the rhythm, hey!