God-level son-in-law

Chapter 108 Peerless Cooking
Bu Qingge said angrily: "Then why do you buy so many vegetables?"

Ye Qingyu said as a matter of course: "You cook it for me."

"Then what do you do?"

"Egg fried rice."

"Are you sure you will?"

"Of course, Miss Ben, I'm ice-snow smart, and I can do such a simple thing at a glance."

Then, Miss Ye Er, who was smart and smart, dropped the first egg on the ground, the second egg was broken into the bowl, and the third egg was broken into the pot.

Bu Qingge couldn't bear to watch it any longer, he clutched his forehead and left the kitchen.

Silently went to the bathroom to pick up a bucket of water, Bu Qingge moved a stool and sat by the bucket.

Be prepared to fight fires at any time.

Listening to the sound of bowls being broken, the sound of pots and pans falling to the floor, Ye Qingyu's angry growl, and Ye Qingyu's arrogant laughter, Bu Qingge couldn't help clasping his hands together. , praying: God, please bless, bless this girl from burning the kitchen.It's okay if the kitchen is going to burn down, she must not set herself on fire!
Maybe Bu Qingge's prayers helped. In the next ten minutes, although Ye Qingyu's situation continued, nothing major happened.

Until a shrill scream came.

problem occurs!
Bu Qingge rushed into the kitchen in an instant.

Then a person fell into his arms, hugged him, and cried loudly.

"What's the matter, what's the matter?" Bu Qingge asked hastily.

Ye Qingyu raised her hand with tears in her eyes: "It hurts so much."

Bu Qingge took a look, and there was a striking red spot on the white jade-like wrist in front of her, obviously scalded by splashed oil.

Bu Qingge was so distressed that he didn't even think about it, he lowered his head, kissed the wound, and licked it lightly with his tongue a few times.

Ye Qingyu was shocked, and the crying suddenly stopped.

Raising her head, Bu Qingge explained with some coyness: "Well, saliva can be disinfected."

He regretted it very much: impulsive, so impulsive, he didn't even touch his wife's little hand, but in the end, he kissed his sister-in-law's little hand instead.

Ye Qingyu stared at him blankly, with a very strange look in her eyes.But after blinking, she returned to normal.She said angrily: "Really, your saliva got on my hands, it stinks, ah, it stinks to death."

She walked out of the kitchen and sang softly: "Go out, don't come in again."

Ye Qingyu closed the door, and then let out a scream: "Ah, my balls."

Twenty minutes later, Ye Qingyu came to Bu Qingge shyly with her hands behind her back.

Bu Qingge knew without thinking, the egg fried rice tonight was finished.

Ye Qingyu said with a sneer: "Well, idiot, it's the first time I go to the kitchen, and the experience points are not enough, and the skills are not lit. So, you understand."

Bu Qingge comforted: "It's okay, as long as you don't stir up a pile of shit, I can accept the rest."

Ye Qingyu was angry: "I scrambled eggs, not shit. Let me tell you, although it looks ugly, it is definitely delicious."

Bu Qingge squeezed out a smile: "I'm already mentally prepared, please fuck your balls."

Although he had already made enough mental preparations, Bu Qingge couldn't help but gasp when he saw the fried rice with eggs served by Ye Qingyu.

God, is this the legendary "ugly is a little ugly"?
Who can tell which ones are eggs and which ones are rice?

Seeing Bu Qingge's dumbfounded expression, Ye Qingyu blushed rarely.She explained weakly: "I didn't burn my hand just now, but I didn't care about the egg, and it was burnt. I accidentally poured too much soy sauce into the rice, and it turned a little black."

Bu Qingge smiled wryly: "There are thirty eggs on a plate, and you just fried two of these things?"

Ye Qingyu lowered her voice: "There are five better ones, but they are all in the trash can."

Bu Qingge patted his forehead: "Sure enough, I can't expect too much from you."

Ye Qingyu was very upset when she heard this: "Let me tell you, all first times for a woman are very precious. I dedicated this precious first time to you, and you must cherish it."

Bu Qingge exclaimed: "God, you won't want me to finish eating it. That's murder!"

Ye Qingyu was angry: "If you don't want to eat, then you will be hungry. You must not eat outside today, or I will hate you forever."

Bu Qingge had no choice but to carefully pick up his chopsticks.He frowned and tasted, then stretched his brows, smiled, and nodded.

Ye Qingyu was overjoyed: "Oh my god, can it really be eaten? I'm such a genius, I'll try it."

Then, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I'm so bitter, I'm so salty, you fool, you big liar, I'll kill you."

After some squabbling, the two collapsed on the sofa.

Bu Qingge suggested: "Let's go out and eat."

Ye Qingyu resolutely refused: "I, Miss Ye, mean what I say, and if I say no, then I won't."

She poked her head over and said with a smile: "Fool, it's your turn. Come on, I support you mentally."

Bu Qingge touched her nose: "You don't really think I know everything?"

Ye Qingyu pulled him away: "Of course, you are a peerless genius."

Holding the spatula, Bu Qingge felt her head was getting bigger.

Some things are about talent.For example, his grandfather Bu Qiuren, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, knows everything, but his cooking skills...

Bu Qingge once asked: "Grandpa, why do you boil all your dishes with water without seasoning?"

Bu Qiuren replied: "Things like seasoning satisfy people's desire for tongue and tongue, but hurt people's stomach. It's best not to use it. Grandpa's cooking is in line with the way of health preservation. Do you understand health preservation?"

This answer lied to Bu Qingge for 13 years. It was not until later that he discovered that when Bu Qiuren cooks, it tastes best when boiled in plain water.After using seasoning, it will not only hurt people's tongue, but also hurt people's stomach, and by the way, hurt people's heart.

But Bu Qingge has inherited his grandfather's cooking talent very well.

Therefore, he felt a little guilty.

But after thinking about it, Bu Qingge thought: "With my current memory, it's easy to memorize the "Chinese Dictionary". How easy is it to memorize a recipe?"

Braised pork ribs in brown sauce, farmhouse fried pork, and shredded cabbage, Bu Qingge decided to cook these three dishes.He found the teaching video and wrote it down carefully.

Ye Qingyu sneaked in sneakily, and said in surprise, "Ah, you really don't know how to cook?"

Bu Qingge raised her head arrogantly: "How is that possible? Brother is a peerless genius. Except for giving birth, I can do everything. Even if there is something I can't, I will learn it and master it in a while. Dare to underestimate brother, huh, Just wait to swallow your own tongue."

After half an hour.

Bu Qingge looked at the results of her hard work with satisfaction.

It's so delicious!Especially the plate of shredded cabbage, which is exactly the same as the one in the video.

It seems that the shape and size of each vegetable leaf are the same.

Is this delicious?
Just kidding!
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PS: I am writing the happiest text in the most desperate mood.Today is July 7. In the past five days, the number of new favorites does not exceed 13, the number of recommendations does not exceed 40, the number of readings does not exceed 80, and the number of free words is 500. I have not come to the bookstore to recommend.I am still holding on, but I am about to collapse at any time.

(End of this chapter)