"Huh?!"

Three question marks slowly popped up above Jiang Lin'an's head.

Three minutes later.

In the modern, well-equipped kitchen, the island is piled up with messy spices and ribs that have just been taken out of the freezer.

In the center, there is a mobile phone supported by a stand, which is in the process of video connection.

On the other end of the hand, a somewhat short and fat middle-aged man explained while operating.

“...... Che Ye, you cut the ribs into three-centimeter square pieces, which is almost like this......"

As soon as the words fell, Hoscher raised his knife and cut the ribs in three or two clicks, "Is that all?"

The chef froze for a moment and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "Uh, yes, yes...... You are really neat with your knife work......"

It's just that Che Ye didn't know how to use a cutting board to cut vegetables?

And he didn't even chop the tabletop......

What kind of perverted power control is this.

"Ahem, that ...... After the ribs are cut, wash them, add salt, cooking wine, eggs, starch, and oil, and marinate...... Wait, the one you added is sugar, and the salt is the bag on the side, ahem...... Okay, okay, then get out of the pan, wait until the oil is 70% hot, and then put the ribs down......"

Jiang Lin'an took a bench and sat in the kitchen, his eyes wide, looking at the phone screen without blinking.

Watching his cousin cut the ribs with a few swords.

Although the seasoning was misplaced several times during marinating, it was corrected by the chef in time.

The oil pan also burned up and did not explode......

Could it be that Brother Che, who has never been in the kitchen in his life, can really make sweet and sour small ribs?!

That's amazing, isn't it?

Could it be that this is the power of love?

However, in the next second, he realized that he was thinking too much.

Hoscher grabbed the ribs and poured them into the pan, but the chef didn't have time to stop them.

A puff of black smoke rose from the pot.

Pork ribs, mushy.

Hoscher's face darkened.

The chef slapped his thigh, "Oh, Tsuba, you can't be in a hurry, I'll let you get the ribs, and you can get the ribs down." Let's ...... again."

Next, Jiang Linan saw what the 101 overturns of the kitchen idiot were.

The ribs are either undercooked, burnt, or pasted......

Nearly half an hour passed, and the trash cans were already piled up, and the shadow of the sweet and sour ribs was not seen.

Hoscher's face visibly darkened to the naked eye......

Jiang Lin'an had never seen his cousin in such a hurry, so he couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

In the next second, Hoscher's eye knife swept over.

Even through the screen, he could feel a terrifying murderous aura, which frightened Jiang Linan and turned into a quail in seconds.

"You give me ......"

Hoscher was about to speak, when he heard a crunch behind him.

He turned his head to look, and saw that the cerebellar had entered the kitchen at some point, and was crouching on the cooking table to sharpen his claws.

Underneath the counter, there was also a pile of glass fragments, apparently accidentally touched by it.

The cerebellar axe was caught doing something bad, not only did he not have a weak heart at all, but straightened up and grinned at Hoscher.

"Woo woo woo !!"

Stinky, you're such a big liar!

You won't make sweet and sour short ribs at all!

I'm going to go to Ma Ma to expose you and let her see the true face of your stinky!

The cerebellar glanced at Hoscher with disdain, turned his round body, and jumped off the counter.

Although it looked chubby and had short legs, it ran with an unexpectedly brisk movement, like a golden electric light, swishing out.

However, the cerebellar axe was only proud for a second, and suddenly he stiffened, and was pinched by the back of fate's neck and lifted up.

Hoscher lifted the kitten up in front of him with one hand, "Want to run?"

The cerebellar's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe that he had been caught by this dog man!

It's the fastest cat in Xiaoyun Village!

Wen Jing wanted to kill it three hundred times a year, but he couldn't even touch a single cat hair.

How could a stinky dog possibly catch it?

The cerebellar axe twisted its body and tried to struggle, but under Hoscher's cold gaze, its body did not obey, as if it was frozen, and could not move.

Woohoo......

Why is this dog man so scary?!

In front of Ma Ma just now, he was obviously a good-natured little milk dog, and he didn't get angry when he was scratched by it several times......

Is it all pretended?

Hoscher watched the cerebellar axe gradually become more well-behaved before snorting coldly.

"Call Daddy!"

......

Jiang Linan waited in front of the screen of his mobile phone for five minutes.

Just when he thought his cousin had overturned and was swept out of the house by the warmth, Horscher returned.

"Cousin, this sweet and sour little rib...... Are you still going to do it?" he asked cautiously.

Hoscher pursed his lips, "Not really." ”

If it is delayed any longer, the little girl will be so hungry that she will come downstairs to see it in person, and then she will be able to get the stolen goods.

Jiang Linan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but was a little worried: "Cousin, what ...... Sister-in-law's side...... What are you going to say? If she knew you couldn't cook, wouldn't she ...... I don't like you anymore...... I, I mean what if......"

Hoscher glanced at him coldly, "Who said I had to admit that I couldn't cook?"

"Huh?" Jiang Lin'an was stunned.

Hoscher: "I remember that your Jiang family doesn't have a high-tech company that specializes in drones and night navigation equipment? Give you ten minutes, let your chef make sweet and sour small ribs, and use drones to send them to the kitchen window." ”

Jiang Lin'an: ???

Table ...... Cousin, the night navigation equipment in our house is a military cooperation project and is used in munitions......"

"You can't even send a sweet and sour ribs, you can directly dismantle the navigation system and throw it away. Hoscher interrupted him.

Jiang Lin'an choked for a moment, "It's not that I can't send it, but it's ......"

"Since you can send it, then don't talk nonsense, hurry up and send the small ribs over. If I don't have a daughter-in-law, then my cousin doesn't need to have one. ”

Hearing this, Jiang Lin'an was full of excitement, and the cold hairs on his back stood up.

For the safety of his life, he didn't dare to say anything, so he could only obediently write down the address of Nuan Nuan's home.

Hoscher continued: "In addition to the finished sweet and sour small ribs, send another four catties of raw small ribs. ”

Jiang Linan: ......

Sao is still you.

What is the brain circuit that can come up with the trick of drone delivery.

Poor Nuan Nuan sister is still in the dark by this white cut black, and she thinks she has found a warm man.

Jiang Linan didn't dare to slack off, and hurried to contact the drone technicians, and at the same time wondered in his heart, what is the use of delivering food and sending four catties of raw ribs?