Yu Wanwan smiled at Han Ye with some embarrassment, and explained in a stammering voice.

After a moment of frying of the fish balls in the oil pot, there are not many oil stars scattered around.

Yu Wanwan got out from behind Han Ye, stretched out her hand to arrange her apron, and stretched out her hand towards Han Ye with a confident expression: "Okay, leave the rest to me." ”

"Are you sure you can??" Han Ye looked at her in disbelief, and after hesitating for two seconds, he still handed her the shovel in his hand.

"No problem at all!" Yu Wanwan showed a confident smile at him, picked up his mobile phone and looked at it twice, and said, "Next...... After the fish balls are fried until golden brown, add the greens and stir-fry, then add an appropriate amount of water...... Wait, how much water is this right amount of water? ”

She turned her head and looked at Han Ye with a pair of dark eyes full of question marks written on them.

"Whatever, if you want more soup, put more water, and if you want less soup, put less water." Han also replied casually: "You just need to see the mood." ”

"Oh!" Yu Wanwan nodded, took a large bowl of water and poured it into the pot, and then continued to read: "When the soup in the pot is boiled, add a little salt and a little chicken essence...... And how much is this little? ”

Han Ye's eyes drooped slightly, looking at Yu Wanwan standing in front of him, and there was only a strong question in his eyes: Do you really know how to cook!?

Probably because the doubts in his eyes were too obvious, Yu Wanwan smiled a little unnaturally and said: "That, I'm more sensitive to numbers or something, if it asks me to put how many grams of salt and how many grams of chicken essence, I can still understand, but a little, the right amount of this kind of word, it's really confusing......"

"Okay, I see, who made you a scholar." Han Ye sighed helplessly, and once again took the shovel in Wanwan's hand and said, "The logic must be rigorous, and the numbers must be accurate, right??" ”

Yu Wanwan smiled a little embarrassedly, and obediently stood beside Han Ye to watch him put salt.

"Put salt in this kind of soup, you just put a little less first, taste it, and if you think it's light, add a little more until you feel that the taste is normal."

Han Ye added a little salt to it as he spoke, then picked up the soup spoon and tasted it, added a little more, and then he sent the soup spoon to Yu Wanwan and said, "You taste it, is this okay??" ”

"Huh??" Yu Wanwan was stunned, and subconsciously lowered his head and took a sip of the soup spoon he sent, well, it was very good, not salty or light.

Yu Wanwan gave Han Ye a thumbs up and said, "I didn't expect you to be so talented in cooking!" ”

"......" Han also rolled his eyes a little helplessly, to be honest, he didn't really want to hear this kind of compliment.

Knowing that Yu Wanwan couldn't count on it, Han Ye had no choice but to resign himself to Yu Wanwan's supervision and finish all the other dishes that were going to be cooked.

Yu Wanwan stood next to him, watching with excitement as Han also brought a plate of cooked dishes out of the kitchen, and couldn't help but say happily: "It's amazing, Han Ye, it's better for you to cook the dishes in the future." ”

"What about you??" Han also tugged at the corners of his mouth, turned his head, and looked at her with disgust.

"I'm in charge of cooking!" Yu Wanwan said proudly: "I cooked the rice so fragrant!" ”