Chapter 1780

Back to where he lived, Qiao Yu asked Enoch to go back to his room to play, and then he went back to the kitchen to cook with his basket.

Looking at the fish and meat in the basket, the photographer said to Qiao Yu, "Mr. Qiao, what are you going to cook?" In fact, what he wants to say is, even if your son gets the fish and meat for you, will you do it?

Qiao Yu took a look at the basket and said without thinking: "braised fish, green pepper, double cooked pork, braised eggplant, corn soup."

"So rich." The photographer couldn't help swallowing, but he said he was a little suspicious of Qiao Yu's craftsmanship. Can it be eaten? After thinking about it, he said, "Mr. Qiao, do you want a fellow townsman to help you?"

"Is the program allowed?" Qiao Yu asked.

The photographer was stunned and shook his head.

Qiao Yu indifferent said: "no, I can do it myself." Then he took the fish out of the basket and went to the lake.

The photographer originally thought he could photograph Qiao Yu's embarrassment. Unexpectedly, he was very skillful in this technique, and he didn't dislike dirty at all when dissecting the fish's stomach.

He said subconsciously, "Joe always cooks?"

"A little bit." Qiao Yu answered, put the fish under the tap to wash, and soon washed the fish clean.

Photographers don't think so. They usually say that they will be a little bit. It must be good, especially for characters like Qiao Yu, who won't boast easily.

After the fish is washed, Qiao Yu takes up the meat and washes it. Then he starts to cut the meat. The knife work is very neat, and the photographer stares. It's too skilled.

He couldn't help asking, "Mr. Qiao, do you often cook at home?"

"Occasionally, because there's not always time." Qiao Yu replied.

The photographer nodded, no wonder so skilled, but can let such an empire president to cook, even after the summer film general, but just listen to people envy.

When the materials are ready, Qiao Yu starts to make a fire. Because it's a earthen stove, he has to start the fire.

Qiao Yu took the hay and lit it first, then put it into the stove, put a handful of licorice in it, and then began to put firewood into it, and soon the fire was made.

The photographer didn't expect that Qiao Yu could even make a fire. If he cooked well, wouldn't he be a decathlon? Soon, his conjecture was confirmed.

As soon as the oil was hot, Qiao Yu put the prepared fish into the pot, fried them on both sides, and put seasonings into it. Before long, a fragrant braised fish came out of the pot.

The photographer next to him smelled saliva and looked at the intact braised fish. He sighed in his heart that he was absolutely a master. Even after cooking for such a long time, he couldn't do it.

Looking at Qiao Yu's dishes coming out one by one, the photographer felt that he was suffering at the moment, because he wanted to lose the camera and rushed to eat all the dishes. His greedy insects got up.

"Mr. Qiao, how does sister Xia Ning evaluate the food you cooked?" The photographer decided to change the subject.

Qiao Yu will be the last soup out of the pot, replied: "she likes to eat my cooking."

Oh, shit, that means he's trained in this craft?! Photographer some gossip, asked: "Joe is not always for Xia Ning sister, so just learn to cook?"

Qiao Yu replied, "that's not true. I used to study in the UK. I always miss chinese food in foreign countries, so I learned to cook it myself, but I didn't cook it very often. Later..."

The photographer listened to Qiao Yu's words, vaguely felt that the words behind were absolutely explosive, and immediately asked, "what happened later?"

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