"Possibly?"

The corners of Wan Hongzhuang's mouth twitched, and he said secretly: "It's impossible!" ”

He doesn't know how many years he has been practicing this knife work alone, not to mention, he also has an understanding of the body structure of fish......

If you don't have thousands of "fish lives" in your hands, you can't be so silky.

It's like cooking, after years of practice, it can't be achieved overnight.

- However, it can also be seen how terrifying Tiantian's culinary talent is.

But...... Since everyone has shown such a high level of enthusiasm, he is embarrassed to hit others, isn't he?

The corners of Wan Hongzhuang's mouth twitched slightly, and he asked thoughtfully, "What?" Do you want to do it yourself? ”

"How...... Why not? Xiaoyu asked rhetorically, her eyes blinking, and her face was arrogant.

Wan Hongzhuang nodded, "If you really want to do it yourself, it's not impossible." ”

"In vegetable farms like ours, often those vegetable sellers are very talkative, and if you ask them to help deal with it, they usually won't refuse."

"Huh?"

For a moment, Wan Hongzhuang was in a trance...... Why does this sentence always feel a little familiar?

"Oh......"

Xiaoyu answered, then lowered her head and quickly recorded it in her notebook.

……

This grilled fish meal is still very pleasant.

At least, that's what Wan Hongzhuang thinks.

One question and one answer, peaceful communication, although daily, but full of a kind of warmth.

And every time she approached, if there was any physical contact, that kind of temperature, and throbbing, he could always feel ......

The world is worth it, and it's all good.

Xiaoyu, on the other hand, is like a curious baby, and there are always some questions that can't be asked.

It's just that those questions, whether high-energy or lack of common sense, can always make Wan Hongzhuang feel helpless, and even laugh.

- Mainly, she really doesn't know anything about cooking.

She can even ask questions such as why the fish should be dried with special kitchen paper before putting them in the pot......

Although helpless, Wan Hongzhuang could only be patient and answer carefully.

But I was secretly thinking to myself: I don't know who was talking just now, just look at it, and don't speak......

When production officially begins, she has even more problems.

First the hot oil.

As usual, Wan Hongzhuang relied on his feelings and began to boil oil.

"Hey, slow down, how much gas do you have to add?"

"How much oil? This...... How can I tell you this? ”

For a while, Wan Hongzhuang was also a little dazed, "I have always come by feeling, besides, the size and depth of each pot are different, and the oil added is naturally different." ”

"What about a pot like this?" Xiaoyu pointed to the pot on the stove, "It's such a size, how much should you add approximately?" ”

“……”

Wan Hongzhuang felt very tired, and this question really asked him.

Xiaoyu's brows tightened, and she suddenly stretched, and then took a moderately sized bowl from the shelf next to her.

"Well, it's about a few bowls."

"How many bowls?" Wan Hongzhuang looked at it, "About three bowls, right?" ”

"Okay!"

Xiaoyu nodded, then recorded it in the notebook, and drew a circle at the position of the three bowls, highlighting it.

Wan Hongzhuang's face was speechless: This cooking can be measured by such a standard, it is the first time he has seen it.

But on second thought...... Isn't that just a recipe?

Process-oriented and systematic.

However, if you follow such a standard, although it always feels a little less soulful, at least, the taste should not be too bad.

"You go ahead and leave me alone."

"Hey, wait, how long has your oil been hot?"

"How long?"

Wan Hongzhuang said that his whole body was numb, but he still patiently explained, "This, I also came by feeling, and I can't tell you the specific time?" ”

"What then?" Xiaoyu held the notebook, pitiful, "I can't write anymore......"

His expression froze, Wan Hongzhuang smiled bitterly and shook his head, but if he refused, he couldn't say anything.

- Perhaps, this is licking the dog, right?

When he was laughing at Fu Jiawen licking, how could he not be a licking dog?

"I see what you mean."

Wan Hongzhuang's face was bitter, and then he poured the hot oil in the pot back into a bowl.

Wait until the pot is cold, start again, and heat the oil.

Xiaoyu was holding a mobile phone, squatting aside, recording the time.

messy hair, slightly pursed lips, and the seriousness revealed in his eyes...... I have to say that Wan Hongzhuang is addicted again.

Lick the dog, lick the dog.

Think about Fu Jiawen, how pitiful, he doesn't even have a chance to lick it.

……

The meal was made...... It's been a lot of ups and downs.

The grilled fish, which could have been completed in one go, was interrupted by her again and again, and it took a lot of time to toss, and even a battle-hardened master like Wan Hongzhuang was inevitably a little speechless.

And her notebook was finally filled, held in her arms, and she looked satisfied.

"Okay, don't be stunned, it's time to eat!"

Wan Hongzhuang shook his head speechlessly, took the grilled fish, and walked towards the living room.

Xiaoyu also followed step by step, returned to the living room, and sat down obediently.

In front of the two of them, there is a pot of beautiful and delicious grilled fish, red, yellow, green, and all kinds of side dishes are embellished, making this pot of grilled fish look extremely attractive.

The steaming Miao Miao heat is mixed with a good smell.

Even though he had eaten it many times, Wan Hongzhuang still nodded with satisfaction.

In his opinion, this grilled fish has basically exerted all his strength, and even if it is that day, it may not be able to get benefits in his hands.

"Goo-"

The voice of hunger rang out empty.

Xiaoyu blushed instantly, a little cramped.

The corners of Wan Hongzhuang's mouth raised unconsciously, and he immediately retracted his expression, "Then, I will ask Master Xiaoyu for advice." ”

and mud has always been what he is best at.

Although he had laughed out loud in his heart, on his face, he still pretended to be serious and did not squint.

"Hmm."

Xiaoyu raised her chopsticks, and she also looked serious, "Then I'll reluctantly taste your craftsmanship and point you out!" ”

- yes, I'm really a master.

It's just, can you restrain your impatient appearance a little?

The light rain in front of him, although it was still light and light, the chopsticks did not delay at all.

The chopsticks are like the wind, and they are stunned and squeezed towards the most fatty area of the fish...... Don't say it, although you can't cook, you still have a lot of research on eating!

The sparkling fish with a hint of red broth is particularly attractive under the illumination of the light.

"Looks good."

Xiaoyu pretended to evaluate it, and then couldn't wait to put the fish meat in her mouth.

She was pursing, the corners of her mouth swaying.

But on his face, he was unusually calm.