Rebirth of the Glory Days

"You're sleepy. Go to sleep." Ye Zhen suddenly smiled.

Che Junmo suddenly felt a strong sense of sleepiness, like the collapse of heaven and earth, so he fell back directly.

But Ye Zhen picked him up and sent him directly to the guest room. He took off his clothes and shoes, lay bare on the bed, covered with a quilt, and let him sleep alone.

Then he closed the door and walked into the kitchen innocently.

Che Yaozhuang was seriously putting on a cold spell. He was stunned when he came in and quickly said, "husband, is my cousin making you angry? Don't worry about him. He left after dinner."

She was worried that her husband couldn't stand a meal, and the cousins were a little too much.

Ye Zhen said with a smile, "I'm not angry. Your brother is very sleepy. Go to bed first."

Che Yaozhuang didn't believe it, but she knew her husband's means, but she still smiled and said, "let me have a look?"

"Go," Ye Zhen promised quickly.

Che Yaozhuang wiped his hands, then went out of the kitchen and gently opened the door of the guest room. He found that his cousin not only slept, but also took off his clothes. He slept very heavily and even heard snoring.

She immediately relieved that she was all right.

Back in the kitchen, she kissed her husband to show her considerate reward, and then continued to set the plate.

But Ye Zhen grabbed her two plain hands from behind, slowly overlapped them in front of the peak, deeply smelled the fragrance and asked, "am I your husband?"

"Yes." Che Yaozhuang closed his eyes and smiled at the corners of his mouth, warm and sweet.

"Then you just committed the crime of bullying the king, you know?"

Che Yaozhuang suddenly trembled and said with a slight fear, "I'm wrong. I shouldn't doubt my husband."

"The attitude is not sincere."

"I admit punishment... Ah... I admit punishment at night!"

"Why not admit punishment now?"

"Husband, there are kitchen rules in the kitchen and bedroom rules in the bedroom. It's insurmountable."

"What about the passover?"

"In the way of being a king, you can make rules, improve rules and modify rules; but in the way of being a slave, you can only abide by the rules, otherwise you are a bitch."

"Well, the rules have changed."

"Please make it clear -- how will I teach my three daughters in the future?"

"Well, that's a problem."

"Husband Shengming."

"Shengming fart, I haven't finished yet."

"Please continue to teach."

"Husband, can you cook?"

"A gentleman is far from cooking, and nobility comes into being."

"You have committed the crime of bullying the king again. I clearly feel that you are more noble than me."

"My husband, I am a slave who abides by women's morality. Everyone can do it only for my husband. But my husband lives for all the people in the world. Only my husband can do it. That's noble."

"Nonsense, I committed the crime of bullying the king for the third time."

"Yes, the slave will be punished at night."

"No need to cook you at night."

"Please suspend your husband's sentence. How can you break your promise when your son-in-law comes to the house for the first time tonight and the dishes haven't been fried?"

"Well, you've reached the point. When your son-in-law comes to the door, should your husband show his face and fight for his daughter?"

"My husband has shown that the moonlight in the lotus pond is enough."

"Not enough. I have to have another one."

"Well, the slave has no opinion. What will your husband cook?"

"Kung Pao diced chicken."

"Do it... Ah... What are you going to do?"

"Kung Pao diced chicken."

"Husband's food, can't you give it to your son-in-law?"

"If you don't give it to him, how can he eat it? Do you want to give it to him?"

"The slave is wrong. Please burst your husband's palace..."

Ye Zhen began to cook vegetables formally.

To say that cooking is a technical job, especially in the kitchen.

It is not difficult to accurately grasp frying, burning, stewing, frying, steaming, frying, exploding, boiling, stewing and frying.

The difficulty is to grasp the style of the cuisine. Shandong cuisine, such as the northern emperor who is king in the world, what taigongwang braised chicken, sweet and sour carp, Kung Pao diced chicken, jiuzhuan large intestine, double crispy soup, cattail in milk soup, etc;

Sichuan and Hunan cuisine are like celebrities with rich connotation and full of talents; what are boiled meat slices, fish flavored shredded meat, double cooked meat, kung pao chicken, spicy fat intestines, Mapo Tofu, boiled fish, heart changing eggs, etc.

Cantonese and Fujian dishes are like elegant CHILDES; braised pigeons, honey barbecued pork, pork tripe wrapped chicken, kung pao chicken, Buddha jumping over the wall, sea mussels in chicken soup, litchi meat, drunk bad chicken, baizhehe Tianji, Longfeng soup, shizhuci, chrysanthemum fish, shuangqian egg Ru, chicken in tomato sauce, etc.

Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Huizhou cuisine are like beautiful Jiangnan beauties; Jinling duck, three sets of duck, kung pao chicken, Wensi tofu, Wenlou soup bag, crystal meat, boneless eel, steamed meat with lotus leaf powder, etc.

But these are not the hardest.

The most difficult thing is to use a new pot. I've never used it in the kitchen. When I reach out and touch the edge of the pot, it's a little cold, a little astringent and a little bumpy.

Ye Zhen is cooking, but Che Yaozhuang's eyes are looking at the door. His expression is extremely nervous. Don't let anyone see his husband cooking, otherwise he will be ashamed.

"Some oil!" Ye Zhen ordered.

"The fire is not good, the pot is not hot." Che Yaozhuang said with guilt. She felt that her husband didn't cook well the first time, because she didn't heat well in advance.

There's no way for others, but who is Ye really? The world's top chef, magic level, real yuan flows in an instant.

"Ah... The pot is hot... The oil is coming..."

"Stabbing!" the diced chicken went into the pot.

"Ah - husband, cooking should be gentle and light. Don't let the pot make a noise..."

"No... this is a fried dish... You have to stir fry quickly."

"Ah... I feel familiar..."

"Medium rare."

"No, husband, very familiar..."

"Medium rare."

"Ah... Don't let anyone see your husband cooking... The slave is scared to death... Come out of the pot quickly..."

"Medium rare."

"Ah... Husband... Fried... Ah... Fried... Ah..."

"Medium rare."

"Husband... I feel... The pot is cracking... It's 100% cooked..."

"Medium rare."

"Husband... The pot is about to burst... The slave is about to die... The diced chicken can't be saved..." Che Yao looked at the door, but saw nothing.

"Medium rare."

"Husband... Turn the spoon... Turn it again... Let the pot boil... Let's die together..."

"Medium rare."

"Ah -" a scream of horror rang through the whole villa, and the pot burst open.

"You see, it's perfect. Kung pao chicken is the glory of a cook." ye zhenrou said in a soft voice.

In the bedroom, Xuanxuan asked, "aunt, what's your mother's name?"

Menglian closed her eyes, held Xuanxuan tightly and didn't let her rush out. She whispered, "Mom was scalded by oil."

"Ah? Let's go and have a look?" Xuanxuan exclaimed.

"Dad is treating his mother. We can't be distracted. We'll see it later, okay?"

"Good aunt." Xuanxuan was very obedient.

The eyes full of trust were close at hand, and Menglian didn't see it.