"I'll do it for you!" Cheng Xiandong said when Meimei was going to the kitchen.

Meimei wanted to refuse.

But at home, I watched such a scene countless times.

And every time, it was her father who told her mother.

As a result, Meimei agreed instead of refusing.

"Good!"

She took mutton and carrots, potatoes and pork from the refrigerator.

Take a few eggs and a Chinese cabbage.

Together with Filipino maids, there are four people and four dishes, which should be enough.

She can stew mutton, so she doesn't have to prepare another soup.

"What are you going to cook?"

In the kitchen, Cheng Xiandong asks Meimei.

Meimei said what she wanted to cook.

"I'll do the washing and cutting, and you'll do the spoon?" Cheng Xiandong looks at Meimei.

"Good!"

When Cheng Xiandong did these things, Meimei washed the rice and steamed it in the rice cooker.

When she cooked, Cheng Xiandong also washed the first dish.

Mutton and carrots.

Although Zhao Manman doesn't cook and doesn't eat much, he has all kinds of things at home.

The casserole for stewing soup, Meimei found it without effort.

Just at this time, Cheng Xiandong was cutting carrots and mutton.

Originally thought he and Zhao Manman are the same, do not eat fireworks between people, but he cut vegetables, the same size, looks like a bit of chef.

"Can you cook?" Meimei was obviously surprised.

"Before I made a movie about the God of food, I learned cooking skills for three months."

"So you have to learn what role you play?" Meimei began to be curious about Cheng Xiandong.

She doesn't know. It's the same.

For the sake of a play, he will also experience the experience of the characters in the film.

Only in this way can we feel the same.

"It depends! If I play a murderer, I can't kill people. " Cheng Xiandong said with a smile.

Meimei thinks that's the truth.

"But I'm going to play a famous actor in my next play, that is, a singer. Maybe I'll go to Jiangbei to find a teacher." Cheng is now the host.

"Peking Opera?"

"Yes

"My younger brother has been studying Peking Opera for many years. When he was very young, he followed suit in Liyuan. If you need to, you can ask him or ask him to introduce you to a teacher."

"Is that ok?" Cheng Xiandong is a little excited.

Originally, it took some time to find a teacher.

If there is an introduction from an acquaintance, it may save this time.

More time, for him, could not be better.

"It should be possible! But let's see what my brother means

Meimei can't give a definite answer.

After all, she's not full.

"Thank you, Meimei!"

When he calls "Meimei," Cheng Xiandong's mouth is always on the rise.

"You're welcome. Thank you for taking me to repair the hair dryer." Meimei said.

Although it's by the way, Cheng Xiandong is still very happy.

Deep in the pupil, because of this smile, there is a starlight.

Meimei has seen many people laugh, but no one laughs, just like Cheng Xiandong.

It's charming, it's easy to make people blush, and it's hard to beat.

She quickly lowered her head and continued to clean the stew.

When Cheng Xiandong cuts the vegetables, she also starts to fire.

Mutton warm tonic, and can drive cold, stewed into soup, the most delicious.

Meimei has fried mutton in a hot pot, boiled it for a while, and then put it into a stew pot to stew. This kind of mutton can cook quickly without waiting for several hours.

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