After becoming a mentor to an ex-girlfriend

The soup is cooked with chicken racks and pork bones. Although the time is very short, the umami taste has been stimulated.

The cabbage only uses the heart of the cabbage, which is tender and juicy, and the deliciousness of the soup base is incorporated into it. The soft and gentle taste is indeed not something that a cabbage can have.

Bai Shuo explained in a timely manner: "This time is still short. If we can give us more time, the soup should taste better."

"This is already delicious." Tang Tang was eager to get another piece of the pie, and the host had already taken the menu in front of him and distributed it.

I can only put down the bowl in my hand, regretting my behavior of chewing peonies just now.

Zi Que ate what was in his own bowl and did not forget to add: "The elders of Bai Shuo's family are chefs, and the skills passed down from their ancestors are super powerful!"

At the moment, it was a scene of joy and harmony, appreciating food and enjoying life, and even the host had already squinted his eyes and sank down.

Even when one of them saw that the boiled cabbage was finished, he stretched his chopsticks to another dish with unsatisfied enthusiasm.

The thick red sauce is flowing slowly on the fish, and there are some green chives dotted on it, and the jasper-like coriander is generally...

Forget it, no words.

Tang Tang doesn't eat coriander. For this kind of plant, he feels that there is no way to eat the dishes on this table. They all smell of coriander!

The host picked up a large piece of snow-white fish, and the stuffy heat gushed out from it, and the aroma was so strong that it looked like the seal had been lifted.

She picked out the word carefully, and then sipped it down, her face turned green.

Everyone at the table widened their eyes, waiting for this little white mouse.

I saw the host forcefully put on a smile, his eyes widened, and he tried to look sincere, saying: "It's delicious, the sweet and sour taste is sour and sweet, and the fish is very tender. It melts."

Another host, out of professionalism, carefully picked up a piece, saying: "The fish is handled very well, and it doesn't smell fishy at all."

There have already been a few simple students who believed in this rhetoric, stretched their chopsticks one after another, and scooped up a piece for themselves.

Only Tang Tang remained motionless, as stable as Mount Tai.

She knew it came out, so she naturally knew where the mistake was. There was no cooking wine, no ginger, and nothing that could remove the fishy smell. Isn't it fishy?I don't believe it.

She didn't want to know how the fish scales were removed. She only knew that the fish suffered a lot after it died. Not to mention that I took off my armor, my body was still bumpy.

If it wasn't covered with sweet and sour sauce, it would definitely look ugly, as if it had been killed by Ling Chi.

Bai Shuo swallowed the fish meat in his mouth with great difficulty, and took it with warm water. The taste stabilized after it was thoroughly tasted, and said, "Yan Yan was actually very successful in cooking for the first time."

"This is the second time." Yan Yan added: "I did it once in Tang PD's small kitchen."

Tang Tang was so frightened that the bowl was about to drop, so he let go of his hand again and again, letting the fish in the bowl fall freely, and said very artificially: "Oh, unfortunately, it fell, and it has nothing to do with me."

Yan Yan put down the bowl neatly, and said, "I'll help you refill it."

The topic has come to this point, the host took the opportunity to put down the bowl and chatted: "What did you make last time? How does Tang Tang think it tastes?"

While stopping Yan Yan's movements, Tang Tang racked his brains to make up words, and he had to help fool him no matter what, he said, "There was a little accident last time, so I didn't get it."

The host glanced at the fish that hadn't been eaten yet, knowing that this topic cannot be stopped, so he went all the way to investigate, and said, "What's the accident?"

Tang Tang, who was protecting his bowl and chopsticks with his life, didn't have the energy to answer for a while, and Yan Yan told the truth: "The kitchen equipment is not good, and the pot is on fire."

"puff--"

A series of fireworks, like setting off fireworks one by one, burst into a row of laughter.

There was no way to continue this topic, so the host had to return to the dining table in embarrassment.

Tang Tang, who was obviously exhausted, simply gave up the treatment, and said, "Yan Yan, you have been busy for so long, and you haven't eaten yet, should you try your own craft?"

As he spoke, he picked up the serving chopsticks, stuffed Yan Yan's mouth with fish meat in a flash, and then covered his mouth with his hand to prevent the other party from spitting it out.

Yan Yan made a mental burden on herself with a straight face. It was fed by Tang Tang so it was super sweet, and it was made by herself, so it was super delicious. She couldn't drink so it wasn't fishy.

It took a long time to come back to God and said, "Can you give me a glass of water?"

Tang Tang didn't intend to force the person to death either, so he got his own water out and said, "I haven't drunk it yet, don't worry."

After all, she had the foresight not to eat fish.

I thought I had experienced feeding the fish, although it was not tasty; touching my face, although it was to cover my mouth;

So I thought I was not a fool, dared to play tricks, quietly put the cup back to the distance, I can't kiss you indirectly, you can't kiss me indirectly!

She didn't believe that after a show, Tang Tang could not drink a sip of water.

However, Yanyan soon regretted it. Tang Tang did drink water, and it happened to be aimed at the part that Yanyan had used, so her face was grim for a moment, and the facial control took time and space.