Chapter 327

Zhou Leping's cooking is really strange. The food she cooked

Zhu GuanLiang thought about the taste of the soup she made last time. He frowned and strode into the kitchen, ignoring the backache.

It seems that women wash their hands to make soup to teach their husband and children, which should be handy, but Zhou Leping is an expert in wielding knives and guns, which makes it very difficult.

In the kitchen, except for her and Yunqing, no one wants to stay. Even the cook has been driven out. Now she has a little trouble using the kitchen knife, so she uses a relatively light dagger.

Although she has no confidence in her own craft, she still carefully pondered the recipe before starting with the attitude of doing it well.

"It's said that the meat should be boiled."

Cloud light looked at the recipe, nodded, "I'll make a fire."

Zhou Leping mixed three scoops of water into the pot, cut the pork into large pieces with a hob and threw it into the pot.

Cloud light was splashed a face water, wipe face way, "want to wait for water to boil?"

Zhou Leping seriously looked at the recipe again, "it didn't say that we had to wait for the water to boil."

Cloud light added two fires to the stove, the fire was bigger, but after a while, the water boiled, the meat also boiled white, cloud light said again, "should be ok?"

Zhou Leping shook his head again. "It hasn't turned red yet. Isn't the cooked meat all red? I'll cook it for a while

Cloud light again sincere suggestion, "you don't put seasoning, don't add things to it, how to cook it is still white."

Zhou Leping looked at the menu again from the beginning to the end. He fished out the meat with a fence, changed the pot, poured some oil into it, and made a kind of moistening pot. According to the menu, he lost a handful of Chinese prickly ash, a few fragrant leaves, a large spoonful of chili noodles, onion, ginger and garlic. He didn't know how to cut them. He threw them all in. Finally, he put two spoonfuls of salt and a spoonful of sugar, fried them, and poured in the hob meat, Smelling good taste, complacent, "it seems that I still have the talent to cook."

Cloud light glanced at the color of the pot is not how meat, really don't agree with her this sentence.

"Cooking seems to be very interesting. You have to practice more in the future. Anyway, you're OK. Just stay and help me try the dishes."

The cloud lightly beat an excited spirit, "that doesn't need."

"Are you afraid that I will poison you? Look at the meat... It's broken! It's burnt! Don't burn so much, little, little

Zhou Leping melancholy looking at the pot of charred meat... Slag? Shovel out a piece with a spade and send it to Yunqing, "the appearance is worse, but it should still be able to import, you try salty."

Cloud light Wu mouth refuses, "I am not hungry."

"Just have a taste. You've taken all the poison, and you're still short of it?"

It's not meat. It's more poisonous than poison. Compared with this, Yunqing is more willing to swallow more poison. The poison is more delicious than the green meat.

Zhou Leping himself did not have the courage to taste it. He stirred it twice in the pot and thought that it was almost done. He put it out in a bowl and said, "if you have meat, you have to come to daosu."

There was a strange smell in the kitchen. The cook standing at the door was full of grief and indignation. "When you go back, you have to change all the pots and pans. I'll go to the cashier's office to report in a moment."

"I think it's better to tell the cashier to change the kitchen."

Just arrived to see the bustling accounting room shaking fan, "tell me it's useless, this matter must be approved by his highness five, I can grant you money."

Speaking of Cao Cao, as soon as the word "money" in the accounting room came to the ground, he turned to see Zhu GuanLiang, who came in a hurry. As soon as they were together, they bowed their heads and retreated to both sides.

There was a crack in the door. Without going in, Zhu GuanLiang stood at the door and said, "how long have you been in?"

The cook took the opportunity to complain, "it's been an hour or two, and I don't know what's going on. When you smell this, your highness, the slave has a lot to say. After a while, you'd better find someone to test the poison before eating it, otherwise..."

Zhu GuanLiang didn't listen to his words. Looking at them, he couldn't help laughing. "It's clumsy."

They all looked at each other, wondering if they should take his words.

The housekeeper was a sensible man. He made a silent gesture, indicating that everyone would not answer. Zhu GuanLiang's tone of saying this was doting and gentle. If he dares to answer this sentence, he can only say that he is brave.

The material is stir fried spinach. It's simple. When the oil is boiling, you don't need to put too many things in it. A pinch of salt is enough. This dish is very successful. It's green when it comes out. Yunqing counts this dish as the most reliable.

In addition, there is a shrimp, an egg and flower soup. She is very busy. The kitchen stove seems to have been robbed. She doesn't know when she rubbed the bottom of the pot on her face. At last, the success was achieved. She clapped her hands, pinched her waist, and looked at the three dishes and one soup that didn't sell so well. She was very satisfied.

"You really don't want to try it?"

Cloud light refused again.

Rice is also stuffy, she filled a bowl, three dishes and a soup ready, ready to serve to Zhu GuanLiang taste.

"I'll go back first. Don't tell her I've been here." After witnessing the whole journey, Zhu GuanLiang had no surprise, but he was still looking forward to the taste of the food. He went back and pretended to be calm, turned a few pages in his hand, and paced around the table. Finally, when the person came, he sat down in his shirt and said in a deep voice, "come in." Zhou Leping opened the door and came in. Yunqing put the dishes on the table one by one. He looked at them sympathetically and wished GuanLiang a quick flash. Before she could wipe the bottom of the pot, she grinned again, inexplicably like a big cat. Zhu GuanLiang couldn't help laughing, looked at the three dishes and one soup, and said, "this is...". I just made it for you. Try it. "“ For me? " He frowned, puzzled, and wrote on his face, "isn't there a cook in the house? What's good for me? " Zhou Leping was really not good at lying, so he had to say, "Anhe came here today. She told me why you were beaten. Before I asked you if it was because of me, you said no, but actually it was because of me. I feel sorry, but I can't think what else I can do for you, so I want to cook a meal for you myself."“ Although the appearance is not good, but the taste... "She patted her chest confidently," it shouldn't be too bad. If it's not delicious, you can say it directly, but you can rest assured that I didn't take any medicine this time. You can rest assured that you don't have to take it, and you don't have to take care of my face. " Zhu GuanLiang sat down at the table, smelling every dish. He picked up his chopsticks, hesitated and picked up a spinach. Well, as expected, the immature, oily and salty people said, "taste..." swallowed it, rinsed their mouth with mouthwash, "not bad."