"Okay, young master, wait a minute, I'll make pasta for you. Song Zhe ran into the kitchen excitedly. I was overjoyed, and thought to myself, it seems that the young master has agreed to take me in.

After Song Zhe entered the kitchen, he took out a box of pasta called Angel's hair from the refrigerator, which Song Zhe had arranged to flown back from Italy this afternoon. Zhou Qi'an went to Italy for the first time when he was 16 years old, ate the most authentic pasta, and fell in love with it deeply, and then flew to Italy every once in a while, just to eat the most authentic pasta.

After Zhou Qi'an took over the Jujiang Group at the age of eighteen, he was busy with work and couldn't often go to the local area to taste spaghetti.

In order to let Zhou Qi'an eat his favorite spaghetti, Song Zhe took the initiative to ask Ying to go to Italy to find the owner of the store where Zhou Qi'an frequented, and spent a month, grinding soft and hard bubbles, begging grandpa, suing grandma, and was also regarded as a stalker by the shopkeeper, and caught the police station, so that he was able to move the shopkeeper and get the shopkeeper to agree to teach him to make their spaghetti.

As the saying goes, I am born to be useful. Everyone has their own strengths, and everyone has their own shortcomings.

Obviously, Song Zhe's strength is not cooking at all, it took him half a year to learn to cook the few spaghetti dishes that Zhou Qi'an loves to eat, and the shopkeeper wanted to coax him out. But Song Zhe's biggest advantage is that he is willing to endure hardships and work hard. If others can learn it once, he will learn it a hundred or a thousand times, and he will not give up easily. Although it took a long time, I still learned it, and it is the taste that Zhou Qi'an likes.

Zhou Qi'an's favorite spaghetti is still this pasta made from the hair of the angel, which is like the hair of the angel like a noodle thread, which is more suitable for a clearer or thinner sauce, and is less likely to appear greasy due to the adsorption of too rich pasta sauce.

Zhou Qi'an often eats Italian red sauce noodles, with simple ingredients, which is Song Zhe's best and most handy.

Song Zhe started his teaching time of "Song's Italian Red Sauce Noodles" in the kitchen:

Ingredients:

150G SPAGHETTI, A LARGE TOMATO, A SMALL ONION, FIVE CLOVES OF GARLIC, A SMALL BUNCH OF BROCCOLI

Steps:

1. Finely chop the onion and garlic and puree the tomatoes

2. Heat the oil, add minced garlic and stir-fry until fragrant

3. Add the minced onion and sauté until the onion turns from light purple to white

4. Add the tomato puree and stir-fry for a while

5. Turn off the heat, cover the pot and cook for about 30 minutes, and the red sauce is ready

6. Boil the water, put a little salt, put the pasta, cook for five ~ seven minutes, that is, cook until the pasta is soft, there are no hard spots in the middle, pick it up and put it on the plate, and pour the red sauce.

Finally, put the broccoli on a plate, blanch it in boiling water, and put it on the plate for decoration, so that a dish of Italian red sauce noodles with full color and flavor is freshly baked.

Song Zhe snapped his fingers with satisfaction with his cooking work: "PERFECT!" Then he went into Zhou Qi'an's wine cellar and took a bottle of red wine, put it on the tray together, put it on his back with his left hand, and hold up the tray with his right hand.

"Young master, the Italian red sauce noodles you ordered... "Song Zhe dragged out the last two words for a long time, instantly changing the style of painting.

"Do I have some?" Zhou Qi'an was pulled back from his thoughts by Song Zhe's words, got up from the sofa, walked to the restaurant elegantly, and sat down at the dining table.

Song Zhe: "......"

After Zhou Qi'an sat down, Song Zhe put the plate and tableware in front of Zhou Qi'an, opened the lid of the plate, poured red wine, and stood aside: "Young master, please taste." ”

"Hmm. Zhou Qi'an picked up the napkin on the table, opened it, and put it on his legs. Pick up the red wine glass, take a sip and put it down. Hold a fork in your left hand and a spoon in your right hand to mix the sauce and pasta well, then hold the fork in your right hand, put the fork against the inner wall of the bowl or plate when wrapping the pasta around the fork, roll up the noodles, bring them to your mouth, and chew slowly...... The flowing dining action and the glittering man are like a moving oil painting, elegant and charming.

Song Zhe watched from the sidelines, falling into a daze, no matter how many times he looked at his young master, he couldn't resist the temptation of such a beautiful picture, if any woman married the young master, it would be blessed, she could enjoy such a scenery every day. Song Zhe couldn't help but think.

I don't know if Song Zhe's craftsmanship is really good, or because Zhou Qi'an is hungry, Zhou Qi'an finished eating all the spaghetti, then wiped the corners of his mouth, put it back on the table, got up and left the restaurant: "It's unpalatable." "Drop two words.

Song Zhe looked at the clean dinner plate, and then at Zhou Qi'an, a row of crows flew over his head. He is the patent of his young master.

After Song Zhe cleaned up the dining table, he returned to the living room. Zhou Qi'an leaned back on the sofa, his slender fingers pressing on his temples.

"Young master, go to bed when you are sleepy, eating a late-night snack once in a while will not affect your toned figure. Song Zhe said and prepared to go up to the second floor.

"Why are you not leaving?" Zhou Qi'an looked at Song Zhe.

"Young Master, didn't you agree to let me stay tonight? Why did you drive me away again? Young Master, you see that you are also sleepy, I will quickly release water for you. Song Zhe didn't wait for Zhou Qi'an to speak, and ran to Zhou Qi'an's bedroom on the second floor. He won't go back tonight, in case there is a hanged ghost, a headless ghost, on the way...... Something, then he's not going to be a scared ghost, no, absolutely not. Song Zhe shook his head and decided to stay tonight no matter what.

Zhou Qi'an saw that Song Zhe disappeared from the smoke, not to mention that he was really tired, and after eating, he was dizzy, so Zhou Qi'an had no choice but to give up and spare his life tonight: "It's really useless." A face full of contempt.

"Master, the water is ready, go up and take a hot shower and sleep. Song Zhe put the water and came down and said.

"Well, you sleep downstairs. No near the second floor. Zhou Qi'an saw that Song Zhe wanted to follow him upstairs.

"Okay, young master, thank you, young master, I will definitely not go upstairs to disturb you, good night, young master, I wish you a good dream. After Zhou Qi'an went upstairs, Song Zhe excitedly made a "yes" gesture with his fingers, and it was done. After calming down, I went downstairs to a bedroom and rinsed it casually. I fell asleep when I turned my head upside down.

Zhou Qi'an went upstairs, pushed open the bedroom door, locked it, and turned on the light. The bedroom is low-key luxury, simple but extravagant, just like the owner of the bedroom, the whole wall of the bedroom is a glass wall, and the curtains are being drawn at the moment.

Zhou Qi'an walked into the bathroom, the huge bathtub was full of water, the water temperature was just right, Zhou Qi'an took off his shirt and pants, and entered the bathtub naked. With his hands pressed on his temples and his brows furrowed, Zhou Qi'an thought that maybe he was too tired. After soaking for ten minutes, I walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel.