Imperial husband's endless love

Lin manyue doesn't need special guidance from her teacher. She puts her energy on tutoring Mian.

To tell you the truth, Lin manyue was a little tired of listening to the teacher's tireless teaching of Dao Gong and how to cut it.

Not only that, Miss Mian, even the salt, raw meal, flour, tender meat powder and so on are not clear.

Fortunately, Lin manyue doesn't need the teacher's energy to teach, otherwise this beer belly teacher will really be the first two.

The cooking class lasted only two hours. At the end of the class, Lin manyue finished two achievements.

One Tremella medlar soup, one French fries.

Tremella wolfberry is for teachers, teaching said so much, thirsty drink run throat.

The French fries are for Miss Mian, the younger martial sister of the same family. After two hours of cutting, I have a grudge against the potatoes.

So she helped fry the potatoes to calm down MIA.

When I go back, Song Zi explains to Lin manyue that when new students go, the teacher first teaches them to cut vegetables.

When you learn how to cut and recognize dishes, I will teach you how to do them.

It means to ask Lin manyue not to worry and not to think that he can't learn anything.

"When you build a tall building on the ground, don't be impatient. Wait for the basic skills to be practiced, and then you can learn how to cook quickly."

Lin manyue didn't answer. She just wanted Song Zi to say less.

If she wants to retort again, Song Zi's words are all cars, which makes your ears can't stand it.

That's it. Take the bus quietly, OK?

no way.

Song Zi, she can't be quiet.

"The girl who studied cooking with you is the daughter of the boss of Fenglan international. I want you to study together because you are of similar age and have a partner."

The students in the cooking class are of all ages.

Each one has a shiny background behind it.

"She doesn't have any foundation. She couldn't even take a knife before, but now she can cut vegetables. People still have to take the first step bravely to make progress. It's impossible to make progress by staying where they are. Do you know? "

This is teaching Lin manyue.

Lin Man Yue nodded, but did not interrupt.

Can't insert, let Song Zi himself say enough, finish saying won't say again.

In the evening, Lin manyue talked to Sheng hanxuan about cooking class.

Anyway, nothing happened. There was no movement in the Lin family, including Lin Chengli, father and daughter. There was no big action.

She's free as well. She can spare two hours for cooking class.

"You want to go? Or did mom want you to go? "

Sheng hanxuan doesn't know anything. She can't take the initiative to take a cooking class. She doesn't need it.

"Mom took me first. I thought it was OK after I went."

"If you like it, you go. If you're not happy, you don't go."

He said that, but he won't stop it.

When I washed his feet, I didn't pay attention to the hair on his big toe joints today. If I mentioned it again, her hands would be sour.

So, in the cooking class, the daughter of the boss of Fenglan international.

Such a big person, even salt and sugar will admit mistakes, life ability is really a little poor.

It's not criticizing other people's lives, just telling Sheng hanxuan that there is such a person and a thing.

She said, and he listened.

When she laughs, he also raises the corner of his lip.

Two people do not have to get along well with each other, as long as they can understand and understand when they are talking, it is enough not to be embarrassed.

How hard it is to chat!

If you go to cooking class again, maybe Song Zi thinks that Lin manyue doesn't want to go, so she comes to see her off again.

This time, Song Zi's acquaintance is not in the cooking class, so Song Zi sent Lin manyue away.

Today's Miss Mian is wearing a light purple skirt and a white high waist tunic. She has a thin waist.

The basic skill of cutting potatoes has become shredding cabbage.

It's easier to shred than to cut into pieces.

On Mian's chopping board, it's not so miserable.

Lin manyue stewed a pot of soup, nothing else to sit down and play with the mobile phone.

Mi'an, who is tired, also has a rest and sits with Lin manyue."Miss Lin, I asked about your background. Are you here to learn how to cook for him?"

What a refined way to talk about him.

However, according to Mian, she learned to cook for men.

"No, I'm here to pass the time," said Lin

"My fiance and I are going to get married next year. He is very busy with work and has a bad stomach. So I want to learn how to cook. When we get married, we can help him to recuperate."

Sweet and worried, Lin manyue believes that the relationship between Mian and her fiance is very good.

No one is willing to bully a girl like Mian.

Not only a strong family background, people are beautiful and gentle, but also a caring heart.

"My husband, like your fiance, often forgets to eat in order to work, so he has a bad stomach."

When I found the topic, I began to talk.

Sure enough, she is a good girl. She has a gentle voice and a gentle topic. She doesn't ask Lin manyue with aggressive words.

After chatting for more than ten minutes, Miss Mian, who learned to cook for love, put on her gloves and continued to cut vegetables and put ingredients.

The ingredient bowls and sugar bowls on their tables are empty.

Sugar can taste sweet, stir fry can also improve taste.

After cutting the potatoes, Mian had to make a very simple tomato with sugar, so she took the empty bowl on Lin manyue's table to get it.

They are all teachers. It's right to help each other.

Last time, Lin manyue gave her French fries.

If you don't fill it up, you're ready for a bowl of sugar.

Mian suddenly wanted to go to the bathroom. She took off her gloves and went first.

Lin manyue, who had been sitting for a while, came.

The soup in the pot is still boiling.

In fact, it's not complicated soup, it's just chop a few ribs and throw them in.

Open the lid, the hot air immediately came out, and the smell of ribs also floated out at the same time.

On the surface of the soup, the oil from the spareribs is floating, squeezing each other in circles.

It should be OK.

Lin manyue took a spoon to fill some soup, put it on her mouth, and then drank it.

Incense!

pretty good!

Chef's skill!

Lin Man Yue is very proud. Now that she's ready to be cooked, she'll throw down the onion and put MSG in it.

The spoon that just filled the soup passed the sugar bowl before reaching the monosodium glutamate bowl. A drop of soup fell into the sugar bowl, which made a sound like gunpowder.

A little white smoke rose.

Hallucinations?

Is the smoke from the pot just coming?

What kind of sugar is this NIMA?

Lin Man Yue put some MSG into the pot with a spoon.

After going to the bathroom, Mian came back and smelled Lin manyue's soup. While talking to Lin manyue, she cut the tomato into pieces.

After setting the plate, Mian reached for the sugar bowl.

"Wait a minute."