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Chapter 106 Cooking
Wang Yang was not polite with Sister Na, and found a place to sit and play with her mobile phone, and became friends with Naying. The more polite you were, the less happy she would be. Naying is a typical northeastern character, bold, bold, and enthusiastic about friends. There is no such delicate and affectation of a lady.

Naying rolled out the dumpling wrapper and wiped her face with her hand, leaving a smear of flour on her face: "Actually, among these mentors, I am the one with the most life."

Wang Yang crossed his legs and was eating lychees. Hearing this, he nodded and said, "I can tell."

"Do you also cook at home?"

Wang Yang was eating the fruit, but he didn't expect Sister Na to ask such a question, how would she answer it?Do you want to say that your craftsmanship is better than that of Michelin three-star chefs?But does this make people feel that they are pretending?

"Well, I often do it myself. After all, living alone can't order takeaway every day."

Naying suddenly put down the rolling pin and clapped her hands and said, "That's good, let's try your handicrafts later, Xiao Zhao went out to buy green onions for us, and I have to make dumplings, you come to cook?"

"Ah?" Wang Yang was dumbfounded, he had to cook for himself when he came here to eat.

Then Wang Yang kicked his phone into his pocket and stood up: "Okay, take a rest and watch me show you a hand. The staple food is dumplings, and I will cook two more dishes."

In fact, people who are good at cooking will never refuse to cook. It is a kind of enjoyment for them. After the cooking is done, friends and family will praise it, it is delicious, and the feeling is really indescribable.

The ingredients in the refrigerator are all fresh, probably because Naying has just moved in.

"Tenderloin, what else is this, chicken drumsticks?"

Wang Yang took these two things out to have a look, so, let's be you guys.

Clean up the meat, then put half of the water in the pot, put the chicken legs in cold water, put a little pepper, then cover the lid and turn on medium heat.

"Mr. Wang, what are you doing?" Xiao Zhao stepped into the kitchen and asked.

Xiao Zhao is Naying's life assistant. She was the one who was sent out to buy green onions before. She didn't expect to come back so soon.

"Cooking, you go and rest, I will show you a hand."

"What kind of dish is this cooking? Why do you use so many peppers? Will it be very spicy?"

Wang Yang washed the meat and vegetables, and then placed them on the chopping board for cutting. The ginger, garlic, onion, and peppers were arranged in a row.

"Where am I from, of course I cook Sichuan cuisine, I promise you will bite off your tongue, don't worry, it won't be very spicy."

"Mr. Wang, how can you be so beautiful with your knife skills? How did you practice this? It's amazing."

Wang Yang smiled, held a kitchen knife in his right hand and said, "It's amazing, don't look at who I am."

After playing handsome, pick up the kitchen knife and copy the minced garlic and green onion, put them all in a small bowl, then tear off a piece of chili powder and pepper powder, and pour them all into a clean bowl. The smell of powder made Xiao Zhao take a few steps back.

"You're too scary. I'll go out and help Sister Na make dumplings. You can do it yourself. Let's see what you can do with so many peppers later."

Wang Yang said indifferently, "Just watch."

Wang Yang is going to make a mouth watering chicken and a boiled pork slice.The saliva chicken is very suitable for eating with dumplings, and the boiled pork slices is Wang Yang's favorite dish, and it is very simple.

Many famous dishes are very particular about the ingredients. Wang Yang would not cook without good ingredients. After all, he is a master chef, and he also pays attention to perfection in cooking.

When the boiling oil was ready, Wang Yang carefully poured it on the chili powder and pepper powder. There was a frying sound when the boiling oil was poured on the chili powder, and a strong fragrance came out, but most of it was sucked away by the range hood. .

The chicken legs were also cooked. Wang Yang took them out and ran through the cold water, then tore the chicken legs into small pieces with his hands, sprinkled a little sugar, light soy sauce, pickled peppers and water into the bowl with minced ginger and garlic, and poured all of them into the chicken. Drizzle a little chili oil, and a saliva chicken is ready.

Boiled pork slices is a popular dish. Wang Yang didn't use other secret seasonings, but he perfectly controlled the heat and made the most authentic Sichuan cuisine. A Sichuanese smells like home.

The people in the room have already sneezed several times. Sichuan cuisine is definitely the most smelly of oily smoke. Without the influence from childhood, it is absolutely impossible for Wang Yang to keep his face unchanged.

Wang Yang took the dishes and went into the house, only to find that Sister Na's dumplings had already been made.

"Sichuan food tastes delicious, but the smell is too strong when cooking. Ouch, I can't stand the smell. Xiao Zhao, go and order dumplings now."

Naying sneezed again and said.

Wang Yang put the boiled pork slices on the table and said, "Is it good? You will know after eating it. Try it."

Naying was the first to move her chopsticks, and said, "Let me try it, it smells really good, but I just look at the hot eyes, and the whole thing is red."

Naying held it and looked at it for a long time, blew it again and again before putting it in her mouth, and then suddenly opened her eyes wide and gave Wang Yang a thumbs up.

"Hiss...it's delicious, a bit spicy, better than what I ate at the Sichuan restaurant, oh, Wang Yang, you are so good, and your cooking is so delicious."

Everyone took a sip in doubt, and then bowed their heads under Wang Yang's thigh. It was so delicious. The saliva chicken was also smooth and tender, and it melted in the mouth. The only thing in common between these two dishes was that they were delicious. It feels spicy, and after a few minutes, it is so spicy that people doubt life.

After 10 minutes, the two dishes were finished. After 15 minutes, there was no mineral water in the room, and the dumplings were eaten clean. It was not because I was hungry, but because the dumplings were not spicy, which made my mouth feel better.

Wang Yang put a whole bag of chili powder and a whole bag of prickly ash powder, which were eaten up by these people. Is it still called Sichuan cuisine if it is not spicy for a few hours?
Sitting on the sofa and blowing on the air conditioner, Sister Na panted and said, "Wang Yang, you are not authentic. I kindly invited you to dinner."

Wang Yang spread his hands innocently and said, "I don't cook for others easily."

Naying gave Wang Yang a thumbs up, and didn't even want to say anything.

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Naying, who was so hot, was really not in the mood to play mahjong anymore. Wang Yang also went back to the hotel and had a good sleep. He slept from 9:10 pm to [-]:[-] am.

Another day will be duel in the group, all the trainees are training very hard, and there is still a weird atmosphere permeating the recording studio.

Although it is a team, Good Voice is an arena. There is only one rule in this arena, that is, the weak will prey on the strong. Those who lose will leave the stage. Only those who win will have the last laugh.

Naying does not reject this kind of atmosphere. Only a good competitive atmosphere can make people improve. As the saying goes, there will be motivation when there is pressure.

(End of this chapter)