Ling Huan stared at the eggs that Qiao Mohan brought out for a long time, and went to search in every corner of the kitchen. There were only five eggs in total, and he couldn't find any tools for making cakes, so he had to give up in the end.

"Let's eat pizza today, okay? The cake doesn't seem to be ready in its current state..." After turning around, Ling Huan looked at Qiao Mohan who was staring at him non-stop.

Qiao Mohan frowned emotionally, pursed his lips, "Why? Not enough eggs?"

The corners of Ling Huan's mouth twitched. He doubted whether this person had ever eaten a cake. "Brother Qiao, have you really eaten a small cake before?"

The man touched his nose, "No..."

"No?" Ling Huan felt his jaw drop to the ground. He, a poor man, has eaten cakes, but Qiao Mohan, a rich and oily man, has never eaten cakes?

Qiao Mohan seldom eats food that comes out of the oven, let alone fast food and barbecue.

The cakes he saw were limited to unidentified objects that had been gnawed to pieces in the hands of his little niece, and he never visited cake shops.

Ling Huan was in a bad mood, looked Qiao Mohan up and down, only thought that this must be an alien who just came down from Mars.

Qiao Mohan walked out of his sight, put his flour-soaked hands back into the washbasin, and opened his mouth before he said something embarrassing, "Baked food is not good for your health!"

Ling Huan, "..." He suddenly felt that this person in front of him was a bit pitiful, that is to say, this person doesn't eat anything that comes out of the oven?They have lived for at least twenty years, so is this considered unearthly?

"Then you have to try it out today, I'm sure you'll want to eat it this time and think about it next time!" Ling Huan stretched out his hand and rolled up his sleeves, ready for a big fight.

Qiao Mohan felt that this kid had finally returned to normal. It was his first time making it, so he dared to let others eat it this time and think about the next time? Compared with studying, this person probably has more enthusiasm for cooking.

The man raised his eyebrows, glanced at the white flour that was also stained on his sleeve, and shook his head, "You make it first, otherwise I will deduct your wages! Two hundred deductions for a failed meal!"

Ling Huan didn't notice his eyes, so he grasped the point of his words, "I can't, Brother Qiao, you definitely don't have the heart to deduct it, I know, otherwise I can only rely on you if I don't have money to pay the rent! You You definitely won't let me have this chance, right?" Someone licked his face and moved closer to Qiao Mohan.

"Hey, where does your sense of superiority come from? If you don't do well, see if I will fire you and throw you out!" Qiao Mohan said.

Ling Huan smiled shamelessly, "Don't mind, no one will pay you back if you throw me out, I'd better try to make it taste better!"

It's already afternoon now, and Qiao Mohan was already too hungry, so he turned around and poured himself a glass of honey water, and stood in front of the kitchen door drinking while staring silently at Ling Huan's movements.

"Is this really the first time for you to do this?" Qiao Mohan looked at his skillful movements, adding water and butter in an orderly manner, a little skeptical.

"I can't lie to you. It's really the first time I've made pizza, but I've made dough many times. I helped grandma steam buns!" Ling Huan rubbed his itchy face with his elbow, and continued to rub noodle.

"Still steaming steamed buns? Your extra-curricular life is really rich, isn't it? Didn't you consider going to New Oriental to get a chef's license when you don't go to school?" Qiao Mohan put down the cup, took a piece of paper from the table and wiped it for him. The quick and decisive action of wiping the white lump on his face did not make Ling Huan feel any discomfort other than casual.

"I've always been a self-taught type, and I don't like New Oriental!" Ling Huan chatted casually with Qiao Mohan, without thinking carefully about the meaning of Qiao Mohan's words.

Qiao Mohan calmly moved up to him and took a look at the dough in his hand, it seemed like that, so he felt relieved to let him do whatever he wanted in the kitchen.

"Okay, genius student, you can improvise first! I'll go out and make a phone call..." After finishing speaking, he backed out.

The corners of Ling Huan's mouth twitched, and he said that he would do it together, tsk tsk, he sighed silently in his heart, and then continued with the movements of his hands, the uncle is always the uncle.

He, a little genius who is used as a cow and a horse, can only do it himself!

When Qiao Mohan came back, Ling Huan wrapped the plastic wrap in the basin, and cut the vegetables beside him, as if he had used all the things that could be used in the refrigerator. Ham bread.

The man's appetite came from watching it, and the pile of semi-finished products on the table made him have an appetite, "It's really good, you can go to the selection of gold medal nanny after practicing for a while!"

Ling Huan was pulling out the dough and tearing it. Hearing Qiao Mohan's words, he could split it into two halves.

What is it that the boss is so owed?

"Brother Qiao, do you really want to eat today?"

Qiao Mohan immediately changed the subject, "Should the crust of the pizza be baked before putting these things on, or is it just right to put things on top like this now?"

Ling Huan pursed his lips, "...anything is fine."

Qiao Mohan stared at Ling Huan throwing all kinds of things on the finished dough, without any rules at all, it seemed more casual than the random stew in Northeast China.

He couldn't help but began to doubt the taste of this pizza.

Ketchup, salad dressing, sweet, salty, spicy, whatever flavors were put on top, the corner of the man's mouth twitched, trying to say something to stop him, but seeing Ling Huan's serious look, he finally gave up.

Anyway, these ingredients have been piled up, and he said, it seems that they can't be saved.

Ling Huan glanced at Qiao Mohan's messy expression from the corner of his eyes, put the food in the oven calmly, and then said proudly, "If I say it can be eaten, I will definitely eat it. Haven't you never eaten pizza before, let's make it good this time." You try it, after you taste it, you will definitely pester me for it every day!"

Qiao Mohan heard Ling Han's words strangely, "I want you to give it?"

He set the time for the oven, and nodded as a matter of course, "If I don't give it to you, I won't be fired!"

Qiao Mohan coughed lightly, and said meaningfully, "I hope so!"

"Huh?" Ling Huan looked back at him in confusion.

The man shook his head, "It's nothing, do you still want to make bread?"

"Well, there's sausage here, let's make two simple loaves, in case the pizza isn't enough!"

Qiao Mohan glanced at the oven that was running, and prayed secretly, hoping that he would not be unable to swallow it by then, otherwise he was really not good at comforting children.

Ling Huan glanced at the iPad on the table, twisted the remaining dough and rolled two sausages into it, then cut left and right, barely making the pieces symmetrical, and finally made pizza on top as he did just now It looked like it was sprinkled with various things and piled high.

Qiao Mohan silently covered his face, turned around and walked out resignedly, letting him toss.

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