Could it be that Aunt Liu is here?

Qiao Yue didn't see Su Mingyuan, so she strode downstairs.

She walked through the living room, walked into the dining room, and as soon as she walked to the dining table, she saw Su Mingyuan standing in the kitchen with an apron busy, turning on the range hood, he was holding a shovel left and right and holding a pot in his right hand, obviously stir-frying.

Qiao Yue looked at him with some astonishment, and seeing that he was still at home, she was not as disappointed as she imagined.

She retracted her gaze and saw that the tablet that Su Mingyuan usually uses was placed on the dining table, the screen was on, and there was no lock screen.

Qiao Yue couldn't help but look at it twice, this time it didn't matter, she thought she was wrong.

The content displayed on the tablet is neither English nor Japanese, but a kitchen app, on which the recipe for a dish is prominently displayed.

Su Mingyuan is learning to cook?

Qiao Yue turned her head and saw Su Mingyuan walking out of the kitchen with a plate smiling slightly, and the dish on the plate was the stewed prawns shown on the tablet.

When she saw Su Mingyuan preparing breakfast in the kitchen in the morning, she was fantasizing that if he cooked in an apron, he would definitely be fascinated by a girl, but she didn't expect to see an imaginary scene at noon.

The range hood was silent, so not long after Qiao Yue walked into the restaurant, Su Mingyuan heard the movement, but just now he was making the last process of this dish, and he didn't have time to turn around to say hello.

"I'm hungry, the meal is ready, and the food will be ready soon." Su Mingyuan said with a smile and put the plate of braised prawns in his hand on the dining table.

"Aunt Liu." Qiao Yue was surprised, and it took a long time to find her voice. Search

"Oh, I'm giving her a day off." Su Mingyuan said lightly, as if this was a natural thing, and it was not surprising at all.

As far as Qiao Yue knew, Su Mingyuan didn't seem to know how to cook except for the Western food of fried eggs, at least she hadn't seen him cook except for breakfast.

Qiao Yue was completely stunned, and for a while she even forgot about the feeling of hunger, until her stomach made a gurgling sound, and she glanced at Su Mingyuan with an unnatural expression.

Su Mingyuan obviously heard it too, he smiled, didn't speak, and turned around and went back to the kitchen directly.

Qiao Yue sat at the dining table, looking at the plate of stewed prawns with full color and fragrance, and couldn't swallow her saliva.

Su Mingyuan returned to the kitchen and quickly walked out again, with an extra white ancient porcelain bowl in his hand.

He walked up to Qiao Yue, put the bowl directly in front of her, and said, "Drink a bowl of soup first, and two dishes, and it will be fine immediately." ”

Qiao Yue looked at the yellow Cordyceps flower black chicken soup in the bowl, there was not even a drop of oil on it, it was very clear and very appetizing.

She picked up the spoon and took a sip, which was as fresh and sweet as she had imagined, and did not feel greasy at all.

Su Mingyuan had already returned to the kitchen, and soon the remaining dishes were also out of the pot.

When the dishes were placed on the table, Qiao Yue looked at the dishes in front of him, and he didn't believe that this was his first time cooking.

Qiao Yue took a bite of a braised prawn, and a sentence instantly appeared in her mind: Sure enough, smart people are better than others in everything they do, and even the dishes are so delicious.

"How about it, how does it taste, it's the first time I've done it, the taste is not good, if it is not delicious, you don't have to force it." Su Mingyuan looked at Qiao Yue like a schoolboy waiting to be judged.