My Sister is a Big Star

Sister Pei, are you cooking? Qin Ze stood at the door of the kitchen with a sincere smile on his face.

This kitchen can be called luxurious, with high-end custom cabinets, a full set of stainless steel kitchen utensils, and six knives alone, neatly placed on the knife rack. Built-in ovens, commercial coffee machines, and hardware accessories that are not seen in ordinary households, the floors are all bright and shiny.

What a local tyrant, how much does it cost.

Pei Nanman turned his head, perhaps because Qin Ze didn't rush to invade the territory, and squeezed out a slightly soft smile: You go outside and wait, it's coming soon.

Bow your head and continue chopping vegetables.

Qin Ze hesitated again and again, and chose to break into the queen's forbidden area. Before coming to the kitchen, he weighed the difficulty of the task. The task requirement is to shock four people, considering the number of people, in fact, he only needs to get three people.

The difficulty lies in how to shock the four. Her Majesty the Queen is very expensive, and the five-star chefs are all dismissive. Either there is a problem with the taste, or the requirements are too high. Considering her mysterious self-confidence, the former is more likely.

The queen was cutting meat, Qin Ze approached quietly, and looked at it with his head. The knife skill was average, the meat was not evenly cut, and the meat was not cut thoroughly. On average, two pieces of meat were broken.

Has a heart that loves cooking, but loses to talent.

God is really fair, and I will never blame others again.

Pei Nanman heard the footsteps behind him, looked sideways, and from the lightly furrowed brows, Qin Ze noticed that the moody queen was dissatisfied.

What kind of food does Sister Pei like to eat? Qin Ze asked again.

Pei Nanman pondered for a moment, then said lightly, Hunan cuisine.

I'm really curious why you, a Northeast person, like to eat Hunan cuisine.

While Qin Ze complained in his heart, he communicated with the system and exchanged for advanced proficiency in Hunan cuisine. After hearing that Pei Nanman could hold even a five-star cooking skill, Qin Ze had an in-depth discussion with the system, and it was true that mastery of advanced cooking skills could not reach the level of contempt for a five-star chef. But there are tricks in it. Advanced culinary mastery is a broad concept. Above advanced culinary mastery, there is something called eight major cuisines.

If I insist on giving an example, it is probably the difference between a casual person and a job change.

So, under Qin Ze's staring eyes, Pei Nanman finished a plate of farm fried pork. During this process, Qin Ze chattered offensive words endlessly.

The oil is not heated through.

The cooking is too fast, please slow down.

The timing of the soy sauce cooking wine is a bit wrong...

Obviously there is too much MSG, it will take up the flavor.

The peppers are not cut into slices enough, put them too early, you see, they are all burnt by frying.

The experience and determination accumulated by the queen in the past thirty years were almost not enough, and she ran away on the spot. After finally cooking a dish, this guy picked up a piece of meat with his hands and threw it into his mouth. After chewing, his face still had a sad and angry expression on his face, and said: The fried meat is too old, and it tastes like MSG. Son, I'd say it's too much.

Pei Nanman raised his delicate eyebrows, his fair and round face was stained with sullenness, and said angrily, Qin Ze, if you don't talk back today, I'll find someone to sink you into the Huangpu River.

Is there any more meat? Qin Ze didn't take her words, and said to himself: Let's go, let's fry a plate for you.

If someone else, especially a man, dared to behave wildly in his own kitchen, Pei Nanman would have been overwhelmed. But just now, she was so angry that Qin Ze was so angry that she almost exploded, but she calmed down. If this guy can't cook a dish that satisfies her, just sink into the Huangpu River. Lin's kid comes in vertically, but it's okay to go out lying down.

Pei Nanman has always claimed to be a master of cooking.

Don't stand still, help me, wash the chili for me. Qin Ze pulled out a kitchen knife with a perfect arc, and did not forget to tell Pei Nanman to do something.

Pei Nanman almost suspected that there was something wrong with his ears, he couldn't believe it: You asked me to wash the vegetables for you?

By the way, I also washed the pot,

I cut meat.

Pei Nanman: ...

It's better to sink the Huangpu River, completely clean.

Aggression... Thinking of the uniform sound of the knife, the kitchen knife in Qin Ze's hand was like a sword in the hands of an ancient warrior. In the continuous light of the knife, the pork quickly disintegrated and turned into generous and almost uniform slices of meat. .

Pei Nanman thought to himself, this kid is good at knife skills, slightly better than me. But good knife skill does not mean good cooking skills, just like my own knife skills, but great cooking skills...

In the spirit of see what tricks this kid can cook, for the first time in his life, Pei Nanman was beaten by others, washing the pot and pepper. Neatly put them on the dipping board for him.

In the living room, the brothers and sisters who had a small noise every two days and a big noise every three days pricked up their ears and paid close attention to the movement in the kitchen.

Li Donglai, who didn't see his master chasing his aunt out with a kitchen knife, was relieved, while Pei Ziqi, who had the same expectations and different thoughts, expressed disappointment.

The brothers and sisters were not paying attention to a certain anti-Japanese drama, Li Donglai said curiously: Auntie is not angry, my master has something wrong.

Pei Ziqi disdained this: It must be flattering my aunt, the dishes are as delicious as they are cooked.

The water-tight aunt, her only life is cooking. Pei Ziqi saw a lot of elites from all walks of life, and with the ambition of bluffing investment, he walked into his aunt's study with a plan and market report, and then left in disgrace. In fact, I only need to praise you: Your cooking skills are truly unique! It can easily attract hundreds of millions of investment.

Li Donglai said proudly: Brother Qin said that you need to use your brain when doing things, and you can't just rely on brute force. He must help Auntie, otherwise Auntie would not leave him in the kitchen.

Pei Ziqi also said in a tone of mourning for his misfortune and anger: Brother Qin all day long, you, Li Donglai, are about to become a bitch.

Li Donglai sneered: I'm happy, what's the matter. Brother Qin is very talented, has good academic performance, and is good at fighting. It's better to hang out with him than I hang out with a group of second-generation ancestors.

Pei Ziqi's signature white eyes: It's as if he is omnipotent. He has the ability to conquer my aunt with his cooking skills.

Damn, what culinary skills do men want? Isn't it difficult for you to force others to do so?

Just as he was talking, Li Donglai suddenly twitched his nostrils: What's the smell!

The tempting aroma of vegetables faintly diffuses into the hall, this is the effect of the powerful range hood, otherwise, the whole living room is full of aroma of vegetables.

Pei Ziqi felt the secretion of gastric juice crazily, and swallowed quietly: It smells so good, auntie's cooking skills have improved?

The siblings rushed to the kitchen side by side, and Li Donglai called out, Auntie, I'm so hungry.

Pei Ziqi praised: Auntie, let me say that you are very talented in cooking.

Then, they saw this scene: the dignified and elegant aunt was sitting by the coffee table, with a stack of farmhouse fried meat in front of her, taking one bite, and another... and the guy who boasted that he wanted to save the three views of the aunt, Stand in front of the pot and skillfully stir-fry, and occasionally throw up the dishes to show off the operation.

what's the situation?

Pei Ziqi opened her mouth slightly, what she saw was beyond her comprehension. The aunt who has always regarded the kitchen as a forbidden place actually allows a man to make troubles in the forbidden area. Looking at her, she is not only not angry, but also enjoys eating?

Damn, who is this Qin Ze? He is too powerful.

Li Donglai was surprised first, then delighted, and then admired. The master is indeed a master, and he hides it deeply. In the heart of the second-year middle school boy, Qin Ze has an increasingly mysterious image of an expert.

Pei Nanman chewed slowly, without raising his head: Go out and wait, there is still a while.

Pei Nanman said one thing at home, and was so majestic that neither brother nor sister dared to have any objections.

When Pei Ziqi turned around, he muttered: Only the state officials are allowed to set fires and the common people are not allowed to light lamps.

Qin Ze teased: It's too loud.

Pei Ziqi suddenly turned around and gave this guy a vicious look. Turning around and returning to the living room, the little buttocks are twisted in various ways.

Qin Ze cooked four dishes: fish head with double peppers, fried pork from the farmhouse, tofu with crab roe, and eggplant with fish flavor. Washing and chopping vegetables alone, sweating profusely. After the last and most troublesome dish of double-pepper fish head came out of the pot, he glanced at a certain woman who was chopsticks like flying, and said with a groan, If you eat any more, you'll eat it all, there are still two children waiting to be fed outside.

Pei Nanman said softly, Speak up!

Her style is crisp and domineering. If it was Qin Baobao, he would coquettishly groan twice: I want to eat, I want to eat. Wang Zijin praised: They are all excellent in Aze's craftsmanship.

This is good, every woman should have her own aura.

Why do Internet celebrity faces get ridiculed? Ten Internet celebrities, nine with sharp chins and big eyes, are engraved in one mold. This kind of woman is actually the most flashy and loses her spirituality. It is easy to get aesthetic fatigue.