After amnesia, I had a prominent background and had a baby [Entertainment Circle]

From the second day onwards, Banyan Tree House will receive guests.

Early in the morning, the sky had just revealed some light, and the four of them got up under the action of the alarm clock.

The director team informed that the first wave of guests will arrive at 09:30.

They must clean the banyan tree hut before this, and prepare the ingredients needed for the meals ordered by the guests in advance.

These are not difficult, the only headache for a few people is the most.

According to the rules of the game at Banyan Tree House, the four employees must cook by themselves to make the guests happy and satisfied.

Once the guests are dissatisfied, the payment will be deducted from the accommodation fee.

In the living room, the scene before dinner yesterday reappeared.

Bai Zhen didn't dare to volunteer anymore, Zuo An knew his own level, and he had used his whole life's culinary skills for the fried steamed buns last night.

Gu Qingyu couldn't help but glanced at Mu Feng, seeing that he was sitting steadily without changing his expression, he looked away again.

"I can make tomato and egg soup from the menu."

Zuo An's eyes lit up immediately.

Gu Qingyu immediately said: "But I can't do anything else."

He is really not good at other dishes. When he was in Jingyuan, Gu Qingyu tried to cook by himself, and his level was a little bit better than that of Bai Zhen. The dishes were cut more neatly and beautifully.

The look in Zuo An's eyes darkened again.

Customers' evaluation of service is like the barrel effect. It is not the best item that determines whether the evaluation is good or bad, but how bad the worst item is.

After a long time, Mu Feng spoke, but he didn't take over the burden of the chef.

He suggested: "How about this, except for tomato scrambled eggs, we draw lots to decide the other dishes. Just follow the recipe. Even if you can't achieve the perfect color, flavor, and taste, you can have a normal level and let customers not give bad reviews. "

Zuo An thought for a while and nodded in agreement.

"we can only do this."

After deciding what to do, several people began to work together.

Zuo An and Bai Zhen went to the market to buy vegetables, while Gu Qingyu and Mu Feng stayed in the hut to clean.

The focus of cleaning is of course the living room and guest room, which is not too difficult for the two of them.One is because the hut was cleaned once before they moved in, and the other is because Gu Qingyu usually likes to clean, and Mu Feng is used to cooperating with him.

One sweeps the floor and the other mops, one wipes with a rag and the other washes the rag with a bucket.The cooperation is very tacit.

At nine o'clock, all the preparatory work is completed, and they can start the official business when the guests come to the door.

Several people were sitting on the sofa, holding their mobile phones in the same posture, with the same solemnity and seriousness on their faces, and the same cooking software was opened on their mobile phones.

The only difference is that everyone looks at different types of dishes.

Zuo An was worried: "Have you learned it yet?"

Bai Zhen replied loudly: "No problem!"

Zuo An looked sideways: "You also announced so confidently last night that you can cook!"

Bai Zhen: "..."

Seeing the guilty conscience on Bai Zhen's face, Zuo An understood, and no longer had hope in him, Zuo An turned his attention to Gu Qingyu and Mu Feng.

Gu Qingyu hesitated for a while, then nodded: "It should be fine..." But how big is the small bowl written in the recipe?There is still a spoon, how big a spoon should I use?

Mu Feng was the most confident among them, but he was also the least willing to cook for people other than Gu Qingyu. In order not to be caught by Zuo An, Mu Feng made a bewildered and ignorant expression.

"I think I should be able to—"

The tone of the last "bar" dragged on for a long time, and the lack of self-confidence in the tone almost overflowed.

Zuo An: "..."

"I suddenly remembered that when you first debuted, you seemed to have participated in a food show, and your fans even set you up as a God of Cooking. Why can't you cook?"

Mu Feng didn't change his face: "You also said that it's a show, and there are scripts. As long as the preparation is sufficient and the lines are memorized, according to my ability, playing a chef is not easy?"

Zuo An couldn't help: "It seems that today's chef has to be me again."

Mu Feng patted Zuo An on the shoulder, and said in an extremely solemn tone, "Brother, I leave it to you."

Gu Qingyu pursed her lips, staring at her phone without looking sideways, not daring to look at Zuo An's expression, worried that she would expose Mu Feng.

At 09:30, the guests arrived at the cabin on time on the electric tricycle of the program group.

The visitors are a man and a woman, the woman is an amateur, but works in the entertainment industry.

The man is also an entertainer named He Yuqi, and a fairy tale drama starring him is currently on the air.

After seeing He Yuqi, Bai Zhen's tone was full of surprise.

"He Yuqi!! It's you!!"

He Yuqi's expression was also very happy, but he didn't show any surprise. Obviously, he already knew about the situation of the resident guests.

The two talked about the past for a while, took the two guests to check in according to the procedure, and took the two of them around the cabin and around.

When the time came to ten o'clock, it was time to make lunch, Zuo An ordered to go to the kitchen.

Gu Qingyu thought for a while and followed.

Zuo An turned back in doubt: "What are you following me for?"

Gu Qingyu: "Although I'm not good at cooking, I'm good at knives, so I can help out." It can be regarded as a small compensation for Mu Feng's behavior of pretending that he can't cook.

Zuo An nodded: "Alright then."

Mu Feng's attention was always on Gu Qingyu, seeing Gu Qingyu entered the kitchen, he also found an excuse to leave the living room.

Zuo An was surprised: "What are you doing here again?"

Mu Feng's eyes were sincere: "Although I can't do a kitchen knife, I can help choose and wash vegetables."

Gu Qingyu was taking out an eggplant from the basket when he heard this and looked up.

Mu Feng showed a smile: "Always do what you can."

In order to show his hard work, Mu Feng had already taken the eggplant from Gu Qingyu's hand and began to peel it.

Zuo An: "Okay——"

Seeing Mu Feng's extremely skilled movements, Zuo An was puzzled.But he didn't think much about it, and Zuo An couldn't imagine that his friend who had known him for more than ten years would lie in front of him without changing his face.

Mu Feng moved very quickly, peeling an eggplant in just ten seconds.

Gu Qingyu naturally took it and put it on the chopping board, picked up the knife and started the next move.

He starts by cutting the eggplant into two halves from the middle, then divides into pieces of the same length or length, and then cuts each piece into slices connected at the bottom.

Zuo An had nothing to do for the time being, so he just watched the movements of the two of them, and couldn't help admiring Gu Qingyu's carvings.

"Xiaoshan, your knife skills are really good. How did you practice it?"

Gu Qingyu paused and looked at Mu Feng, he really didn't remember.It's just that after picking up the knife, you can subconsciously cut out various patterns. Gu Qingyu speculates that it may be that the two have worked together many times before.

Mu Feng looked calm: "Have you forgotten what Xiao Shan studied?"

Zuo An actually knew Gu Qingyu's real occupation, but his official profile stated that he was a medical student.

Zuo An thought for a while, and felt that those who study medicine should use a scalpel, and it's normal to be good at knife skills.

Gu Qingyu hurriedly said, "Teacher Zuo, the frying pan for steamed buns should still be there last night, right?"

Zuo An was distracted: "Yes. What do you want to do?"

Gu Qingyu: "I saw a dish just now. It didn't look too difficult, but it needed to be deep-fried."

Zuo An: "Is it difficult?"

Gu Qingyu turned on the phone and put it in front of Zuo An: "Girls will definitely like this dish. I think the most difficult thing in the tutorial is knife skills. Other teachers Zuo should be able to solve it."

Zuo An glanced at it, and immediately smiled.

"This is really simple. After the exercise of fried steamed buns last night, I don't think this is any difficulty for me!"

Gu Qingyu handed the phone to Zuo An: "Then take a closer look, the proportion of ingredients should be very important."

Anyway, Gu Qingyu couldn't tell how many quantifiers such as a spoonful and a small bowl written in the tutorial should be.

Zuo An went to study the recipes with his mobile phone.

Gu Qingyu added a ladle of water to the pot, covered the pot, and turned on the gas stove.

Then take out the spinach in the vegetable basket and start choosing vegetables.

The slender fingers shuttled among the leaves, one was white and soft, and the other was green and fresh, which looked particularly pleasing to the eye.

Mu Feng also sat down with a ponytail, and stretched his hands into the basket. Gu Qingyu happened to be picking up vegetables, and their hands touched each other.

Gu Qingyu didn't pay attention at first, but she was touched by the other hand every time, and even touched once.No matter how rough his nerves were, Gu Qingyu felt that Mu Feng did it on purpose.

Gu Qingyu glanced in the direction of the monitor, then glared at Mu Feng, telling him to restrain himself a little in front of the camera.

Unexpectedly, Mu Feng made more progress. When Gu Qingyu reached out to pick up the vegetables again, he grabbed that hand and held it tightly.

Gu Qingyu blushed suddenly, because Mu Feng gently scratched his palm.Gu Qingyu felt that it was scratching his heart, it was numb and itchy.

The shameful thing is that because of this, he reacted somewhere.

Gu Qingyu wanted to take back his hand, but Mu Feng grabbed it very firmly, and even moved up even if he had made an inch of it.

Gu Qingyu could feel the dry fingers gently brushing across the tender skin of the wrist, and finally stopped at the pulsating pulse, drawing circles gently and slowly.Gu Qingyu's heart was beating wildly, and he hurriedly exerted force on his wrist, trying to pull his hand back.

Mu Feng let out a low muffled laugh, he leaned forward, brought his lips to Gu Qingyu's ear, and said in a low voice, "Your heart beats so fast."