The president makes me cook every day

Yu Xiaorong discovered that Fang Minghao's anomaly started that morning.

When he was trying out the recipes in the kitchen, Fang Minghao silently swayed over with his arms around his shoulders, leaned against the door, and stared at him hostilely.

"You use so much energy to rub the cheese, why do you treat it as a potato?"

"Master Fang, did you get up so early today?" Yu Xiaorong asked timidly at 11:20 Beijing time.

"When cooking rice, don't stare at it and run to wipe the cheese. Do you think this is saving time?"

"I……"

"The rice in your pot is all mushy."

When Yu Xiaorong hurriedly ran to remove the lid of the pot, Fang Minghao picked up a chair and sat down at the kitchen door.

"There is no paste, but the fire is a little big."

"The rice core of the risotto needs to be hard. Are you making porridge? Wash the pot and start over."

"What about the food in there?"

"Eat it by yourself, but still want to disgust others?"

……

At noon that day, Yu Xiaorong ate eight pots of rice...

When he was struggling to bring the ninth pot to Fang Minghao, Fang Minghao looked into his eyes and said to him seriously: "I'm sorry for calling you stupid."

Yu Xiaorong's mouth was constricted: "I used to work in Chinese restaurants, and the best Western food I've eaten is Pizza Hut. What I'm going to make today is Italian truffle risotto, but I haven't even heard of truffles before. "

He picked up the spoon that Fang Minghao threw on the dinner plate, wiped away the tears, and stuffed the risotto into his mouth mouthful: "After I dropped out of school, I only went to culinary school for three months. The chef learned egg fried rice, and then he worked part-time by stealing skills. It’s not like when you were 19 years old and you were admitted to the Lyon Master Chef Academy.”

Fang Minghao rolled his eyelids: "What do you want to say? Do you like to do it or not, is someone forcing you?"

"No, no, I want to say... I'm really too stupid, and it may have reached the point where I have to demonstrate it myself before I can understand it."

Yu Xiaorong puffed out his cheeks and secretly observed Fang Minghao's expression. Fang Minghao finally stood up from the chair, turned his back to the kitchen, and stretched his waist.

"Master Fang?" Yu Xiaorong was still cautiously testing Fang Minghao.

Fang Minghao turned around: "I sealed the knife."

"what?"

"The knife is sealed. I swore that I will never cook in the kitchen again in this life." When Fang Minghao spoke, his eyes crossed Xiaorong's and stared straight at his kitchen.

"Why, why?" Yu Xiaorong burped, and his eyes widened.

Fang Minghao waved his hand, he turned around and walked out of the restaurant, then lowered his head to light a cigarette for himself: "It's up to you, boy. Control the white wine, add vegetable broth in batches, if it doesn't work, you can put more black pepper!"

***

The afternoon passed in a trance, and before Yu Xiaorong could say whether he was ready or not, tens of thousands of viewers had already gathered in his live broadcast room.

Even before the broadcast started, many "airdrop" gifts have been received.

[Little Gourmet]: Tears, it really is the boss Steve who won the lottery

[Ms. Liu]: Looking forward to the tasting session

[Nanfeng]: I haven't seen you for a day and I have upgraded to Lv5. Is the anchor going to be popular! !

[Brother Qiang]: Tongs leave a name

【Group photo】

【Tourist group at station B came to take pictures】

[Waiting for me at station B, I touched it with the caviar ghost animal video]

Yu Xiaorong looked at the messy barrage, lowered his head and quietly sent a private message to Steve [started].

After waiting for a few more minutes, Steve didn't return.

He turned on his camera apprehensively: "Hello everyone, I am the anchor Xiao Rong, and welcome to my late-night cafeteria. Today we invited a viewer to come to the live broadcast room to try food, but he hasn't arrived yet. We Just wait for Mr. Steve while cooking!"

Before the words were finished, a copy of "Angel Guardian" from IDsteve suddenly appeared in the live broadcast room.Seeing the guardian angel wings spread out gently around Yu Xiaorong, the little gourmet suddenly remembered something.

[Little Gourmet]: By the way, the first one to give the anchor an angel guard, isn't this boss Steve?

[Brother Qiang]: I don’t know, anyway, the first time I entered this live broadcast room, angels were flying all over the sky.

[Little Gourmet]: [Khan] When you first came in, didn't you complain about the anchor knife?

[Brother Qiang]: Hey, do you still remember what happened in this life, I am now a big fan of the anchor.

For some reason, after seeing Steve appearing in the live broadcast room, Yu Xiaorong's heart suddenly settled down.Just like what Xiaoguke said, Steve was the first viewer to send him an angel guard in the live broadcast room, and also the first viewer to have a private chat with him. He has always supported him like this, and he is still his own room manager, Yu Xiaorong thought to himself , Think of it as a dinner for a friend today.

After thinking about this, he found the courage to smile at the camera: "Today we are going to make risotto."

"We first pour the chopped onion into the butter and fry until soft. When the onion is fragrant, add the Italian rice and stir fry for a while, then pour in the white wine to evaporate."

When the smell of wine overflowed the kitchen, Yu Xiaorong heard footsteps coming from the dining room again, and it was Fang Minghao who came behind him again.

Yu Xiaorong didn't look back, he cheered himself up in his heart, recalled the experience of many failures before, steady his slightly trembling hands, and added vegetable broth one by one.

"The essence of risotto lies in the hardness of the rice. It is necessary to ensure that the surface of the rice is cooked and whitish, and at the same time leave a hard core about one-tenth of the diameter in the rice core. One more part will make it soft, and one part less will make it softer." Pansheng. So the key lies in the temperature of the pot." Yu Xiaorong gently recited the sentences from the recipe.

It's easy to say, but the grasp of this minute comes entirely from the chef's experience and touch.It's a pity that the time for him to learn cooking is too short, and there are too few opportunities for him to accumulate experience.

When there was a crackling sound in the pot, Yu Xiaorong sprinkled Parsonma cheese and half a piece of butter into the rising steam.After turning off the heat, he put the pot back on and let the residual heat cook the risotto naturally.

When he turned his head again, he saw Fang Minghao in the darkness slightly raised his chin towards him.

When my heart suddenly relaxed, the doorbell rang.

"Ding-dong-"

Yu Xiaorong said to the audience in surprise: "Our guest has arrived!"

He rushed out of the kitchen quickly, stood in front of the anti-theft door, and took a deep breath.

Whether you are young or old, gentle or serious, do you think your food is not tasty, do you feel disappointed after eating it?

When Yu Xiaorong opened the door with anticipation and anxiety, Chen Dongyang, who was almost 10 minutes late because he got lost, was still looking up to check the house number.

"You, hello!"

The young man standing at the door seemed to have his own background light, and appeared in front of Yu Xiaorong so brightly.

Chen Dongyang was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and when he lowered his head and smiled half-smile, Yu Xiaorong's cheeks suddenly became hot unconsciously.

"Hello." Chen Dongyang still spoke with that indistinct Beijing accent: "Anchor Yu?"

Later, in Yu Xiaorong's memory, the scene of his first meeting with Chen Dongyang was always soaked in an incomparably bright glow, as if the surroundings had become quiet and the time had been infinitely elongated.

However, at the end of the memory, it was always interrupted by Fang Minghao's voice full of inexplicable hostility: "Who is this?"

Fang Minghao put his hands in the pockets of his big pants, and looked at Chen Dongyang from a distance, like a large vigilant dog, staring at the stranger who invaded his territory with his tail upright, without moving move.

Yu Xiaorong let Chen Dongyang in, and was somewhat awkwardly sandwiched between the two.

On one side is Chen Dongyang, who is in a suit and leather shoes, well-tailored and with straight seams, and on the other is Fang Minghao, who is scruffy, wearing slippers, and screaming with hairy legs.

The moment the two stood in the living room and stared at each other, Yu Xiaorong seemed to hear the strange noise when their eyes collided, and it exploded on top of his head.