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Chapter 619 "You are sweet enough, you are the sweetest, but you can't use it to make Coke chicken wings, understand?"

Nan Song pretended not to hear what he said, and began to change the subject.

"How many eggs do you use?"

"One tomato has been wiped out, so only two eggs are needed."

"it is good."

Nan Song beat the eggs in a bowl, and then imitated Shen Du's usual way of stirring eggs and broke them up.

Shen Du poured the oil in the pan for her, and started the formal teaching.

"When the oil is [-]% hot, pour in the eggs and scramble them into egg flowers, then serve them out, then fry the minced garlic, add the tomatoes and stir-fry until—"

Nan Song interrupted him before he finished speaking.

"It's not that you wait, you speak slowly, and I can't remember so much in one breath."

Shen Du: "."

Do you have a clear understanding of yourself?
Just based on these words, he could almost foresee how chaotic the scene would be in the future.

"It's [-]% hot, it should be about the same, can we put eggs?" Nan Song turned to ask Shen Du's opinion.

Shen Du took a look: "Well, it's almost there, let's let it go."

Nan Song poured the egg liquid in the bowl, and there was a prickling sound in the pot instantly. She was startled, and quickly took a step back to turn over with a shovel.

"Oh, this voice! It's terrible!"

"This oil splashed on my hand! It hurts!"

Seeing this, Shen Du hurried forward to take the shovel to fire for her, but Nan Song ruthlessly refused.

"No, no need! You go! I'm on the fence with this tomato scrambled egg. I must succeed today! Come on! Go!"

Nan Song was chanting slogans for himself while wearing a pain mask and flipping scrambled eggs, afraid and wanting to do it.

Shen Du looked at her as if she had lost her mind: "."

"Could it be that you are the legendary person who has a big food addiction?"

Nan Song pretended not to hear his words, and asked with a loud voice, "Ah? What did you say?"

Shen Du: "It's nothing, as long as you are happy."

"Happy, I'm very happy! It's fun, it's not scary at all! Ah—"

There was another scream of being splashed with oil.

Shen Du was completely speechless: "."

Do you want to be so divided?
In fact, there would be no harm if the skin was splashed with a small oil star, but he was mainly afraid that Nan Song would be surprised all the way, and he was pregnant again, which made people feel a little uneasy after all.

So Shen Du stretched out his hand and firmly grasped the spatula in Nan Song's hand.

"Go to the side, I'll fry."

"No, this is my task, I have to do it." Nan Song insisted.

Shen Du couldn't control her so much anymore, he directly stretched out his left hand and grabbed the back of her fate's neck, and pulled her aside like a chick.

Before Nan Song could react, the spatula in his hand had been snatched away.

Just about to speak, Shen Du seemed to have predicted her prediction, and didn't give him a chance——

"Help me an empty plate."

Nan Song went to the Nakadao Terrace and took a plate, handed it to Shen Du, he put the fried frangipani into it, it was yellow and had a burnt aroma, it looked very attractive.

Nan Song couldn't help taking a deep breath: "It smells so good!"

"Bring me the minced garlic and tomato."

Nan Song followed suit one by one, completely becoming a little helper in charge of staring at the side and waiting to open his mouth to eat.

Less than ten seconds after the minced garlic was put into the oil pan, there was a burst of aroma. The tomato juice was rich, and there was a sound of bursting oil after being put into the pan.

Nan Song dodged to the side reflexively, and Shen Du had a panoramic view of her little movements.

"If you're afraid, stand behind me."

Nan Song moved his steps slowly, and really hid behind Shen Du, and peeked out with a small head.

Shen Du glanced at her head out of the corner of his eye, and asked while cooking: "What are you looking at?"

"I can't learn if I don't look at the steps."

Shen Du chuckled lightly.

Obviously afraid of splashing oil and afraid of becoming like this, I still have to learn.

"If you can't learn it, don't learn it. There is no need for two people in a family to be able to cook."

Nan Song pinched the clothes around Shen Du's waist with both hands, his right cheek was pressed against his arm, and he heard his words clearly.

"Why don't you need it? If the person who knows how to cook feels sick and doesn't want to cook, another person can at least take over, so that the two of them won't have nothing to eat."

Shen Du thought for a second, and said, "From now on, we can make our children work harder and learn how to cook for us from an early age."

Getting kids to cook from elementary school?

Nan Song was speechless for a moment: ".Shen Du, you are a real dog."

After 1 minute, the tomato scrambled eggs came out of the pan, and the color and aroma instantly captured Nan Song's taste buds.

Standing beside her, she rubbed her hands excitedly: "Can I have a taste?"

"Go get the chopsticks."

Nan Song picked up a piece with chopsticks and put it in his mouth, blowing rainbow fart full of praise.

"It's delicious! Husband, you are amazing!"

Shen Du showed a satisfied smile, but immediately stopped it.

He replied calmly: "It's okay, don't 6."

Nan Song snorted lightly when he saw his tail was about to go up to the sky.

"What's the next dish? I can't wait."

Shen Du turned his head and looked at her with meaningful eyes, and Nan Song understood the meaning in those eyes clearly——

Can't wait?Baby, are you doing it or am I doing it?
Nan Song stuck out his tongue at Shen Du, his actions were extremely naughty.

"The next dish is Coca-Cola Chicken Wings, but I don't seem to have found Coke. Go to the canteen and buy a bottle."

"Where is the canteen?"

"It's just at the intersection of the main road in front of the house, and it's only a few hundred meters away."

"Would you like Coca-Cola or Pepsi?"

"Delicious, and the delicious ones are a little sweeter."

"Okay, then I can ride a small electric car?"

"No."

Nan Song: "Why?"

"It's not safe for you to ride a small electric scooter."

".All right."

Anyway, I won't be cooking for a while, so Nan Song simply took off the apron on his body.

He just turned around and walked two steps away, when he was stopped by Shen Du again.

"I will go with you."

Nan Song turned around and looked at him: "No need, didn't you say it's only a few hundred meters? I'll just walk over, and there will be staff following me along the way, so nothing will happen, don't worry."

Shen Du thought about it, but it was true, he seemed to be too careful.

Nan Song walked a few steps, then remembered something, and stepped back to look at Shen Du.

"What's the matter?" He found that there was something wrong with her expression, as if doubts were written all over her face.

"To make Coca-Cola Chicken Wings, use Coca-Cola because it's sweet enough. Why, isn't my sweetie not sweet enough?"

Nan Song asked this question seriously.

Shen Du stared at her for a few seconds, then replied solemnly——

"You are sweet enough, you are the sweetest, nothing is sweeter than you, but you can't make Coke chicken wings, understand?"

Nan Song: "."

A little embarrassment floated in the air.

(End of this chapter)