Be a scholar after rebirth

Chapter 817 Deciding to Design a Game Fashion
Ling Feng was also very excited, so he quickly signed up and asked An Ying to fill in the information.

The two looked at the time, and it seemed that there were only three days before the end of the competition. Ling Feng asked worriedly: "Only three days, An Ying, can you plan it?"

An Ying nodded, "If there is only one set, I can definitely do it, but I want to draw two sets."

Ling Feng looked at An Ying, "You actually know how to draw, I really didn't see it, you said, in this small town, even if we study and study, we just learn some cultural lessons, how did you learn to draw? ah?"

An Ying blinked at Ling Feng with a smile and said, "I won't tell you the secret."

"Okay, then I'm going home. I'll come to you when I finish my painting." An Ying was a little excited.

Ling Feng pulled An Ying, "Why are you going? I called you here today for dinner. Now that you're gone, why did you come here? To deliver yogurt and Coke to our house?"

An Ying smiled dryly, but when she thought about the relationship between Ling Feng and her parents, she felt a little embarrassed again.

Ling Feng took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry, I should have controlled myself just now, but I didn't, which embarrassed you."

An Ying waved her hand, "It's okay, it's just Ling Feng, they are your parents after all, why do you treat them like this."

"They just gave birth to me. What did they do for me? When I was young, they let me stay with a nanny. When I grew up, I didn't even bother to hire a nanny anymore, so they let me stay at home alone. What kind of parents are these?" Ling Feng smiled bitterly, "Back when we were in primary school, I was quite envious of your family, how kind your parents are to you..."

Speaking of this, Ling Feng seemed to remember something again, he quickly waved his hand and said, "Forget it, let's not talk about the past, let's go out and see how the food is doing."

Ling Feng pulled An Ying out.

Mother Ling just brought out a pot of fish soup.

Seeing An Ying coming out, Ling's mother called An Ying with some embarrassment, "Yingying, can you come to the kitchen and tell me how to make that spicy chicken?"

An Ying smiled and nodded, "Okay."

Followed Mother Ling to the kitchen, and saw that the kitchen was in a mess. There were five pots in the kitchen, two woks, two soup pots, and one steamer. On the ground, there was a row, and there was still a frying pan on the stove, and vegetables were being fried in it.

It was obvious that the dishes had been burnt, but Mother Ling was still looking for salt impatiently.

When she picked up a bag of white powder and was about to sprinkle it into the pot, An Ying hurriedly stopped her, "Auntie, this is alkali, not salt."

Mother Ling smiled dryly, "Well, I, I haven't cooked for a long time, and I'm not very familiar with my own kitchen."

Hearing Mother Ling say that she was not familiar with her kitchen, An Ying inevitably felt sad.

No wonder Ling Feng blamed his parents so much.

An Ying reached out to take the spatula from Ling Mu's hand, first stirred the vegetables in the pot a few times to prevent the bottom from being mushy, then picked up salt and sprinkled some on the pot, and then stir-fried a few times before starting to serve plate.

After the stir-fried bitter gourd dish came out, An Ying asked, "What's next?"

"Spicy diced chicken." Mother Ling replied.

An Ying looked at the chopping board, and saw that there was a mess of everything on the chopping board, chicken and chili were mixed together, the ginger was not cut at all, it looked like it was chopped, and it was all in irregular shapes. They also vary in size.

(End of this chapter)