Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

The servant reported a list of dishes and wine that ye Qingcheng had never heard of. Ye Qingcheng couldn't help but help his forehead.

"Forget it, I'll do it myself."

Ye Qingcheng waved his hand.

"Miss, do you want to cook?" the servant was shocked when he saw Ye Qingcheng's attitude.

"Yes."

"Miss, never, if you cut the wound, we can't explain!"

As soon as the servant heard this, his face suddenly collapsed, as if ye Qingcheng had done something great.

Ye Qingcheng was already upset, "there will be nothing. If I have anything, I will bear the consequences myself and will not blame you."

The servant wanted to persuade others, but ye Qingcheng's attitude was firm.

After a while, ye Qingcheng was in a daze about the refrigerator. Obviously, ye Qingcheng knew nothing about cooking.

The servant came back with a tablet full of cooking teaching videos.

Ye Qingcheng thought that although he didn't have any cooking skills, he didn't watch Lu Jingshen cook less before, and now there are ready-made teaching videos

She's not stupid. It shouldn't be difficult.

……

An hour later, ye Qingcheng made a mess of the whole kitchen. There was a mess on the carding table. Broken eggshells and overturned milk filled the carding table

And the choking smell in the kitchen.

The maid's face was not good, but she still stood behind Ye Qingcheng with a tablet computer.

Ye Qingcheng's face was stained with a little flour, showing a little expectation and looking at the fixed oven.

Ye Qingcheng's heart derived a kind of expectation, because it was her first time to cook, and she had more or less hope for the results.

"Ding -"

The oven prompt time has come. Ye Qingcheng is looking forward to opening the oven and taking out the tray with thickened gloves

Misty wisps of tobacco

Some faint aroma.

On the baking tray in front of me, there were black things like carbon, emitting a strong burnt smell.

Ye Qingcheng frowned and picked up the tools one by one. They were all baked cookies like ruins.

None of them is intact.

The ingredients, duration, ye Qingcheng all came according to the teaching on the cooking video, but he still failed.

Ye Qingcheng's heart could not help but give birth to a kind of distress and frustration.

"It doesn't matter, Miss Ye. It's only four o'clock now. You still have time."

The servant couldn't help talking

Ye Qingcheng sighed and poured all the battered cookies into a special plate. At least this was her first "booty" in the kitchen.

Ye Qingcheng chose a simpler cake for the video because it took less time.

It needs an egg beater, and there are ready-made utensils here.

My heart is rekindled fighting spirit and expectation.

Another half hour——

When I opened the oven, the top layer of the cup Bree cake was all dark, and even the paper cup showed signs of scorching.

Failed again.

When ye Qingcheng pinched it on a shelf, the outer layer of the cake was all burnt black, but the inside was white and tender and inedible.

Ye Qingcheng looked at the mess of the kitchen tossed by himself. The two plates of black 'biscuits' and' cakes' were full of frustration

It seems that she is not born into the kitchen.

"What time is it now?" Ye Qingcheng glanced at the pair of black scum plates and rubbed the center of his eyebrows.