"Are you sure I will do it first?" Wu Hai looked at Yuanzhou with suspicion.

"Well, no problem." Yuanzhou said that it is no problem to see a rookie cooking, although he is now a novice.

"This is what you said." Wuhai did not care about shrugging.

"Well, let's go." Yuanzhou nodded and urged him.

Going to the second floor, opening the door in front of Wuhai, Yuanzhou said as usual, "dirty, chaotic, and poor you accounted for two."

"Drawings can't be thrown." Wuhai is still very face-to-face.

Moreover, the painter's drawings can't be discarded, especially the famous ones.

"Oh." Yuanzhou returned with two words of profound meaning, a look of your own comprehension.

"A moment Zheng Jiawei will clean up." Wu Hai thinks of Zheng Jiawei, of course, said.

"Your agent is very good." Yuanzhou remembered the omnipotent agent, very envious.

"Well, it's really good." Only in front of others, Wuhai will say that Zheng Jiawei is good.

Since Yuanzhou began to learn composition, there have been only three painting studios in Wuhai. Since the first time I came to Yuanzhou, I found that the last entanglement was unnecessary. The entire second floor was only Wuhai.

Wuhai rented the whole floor, and the rich people were so capricious.

As for the rest of the time, they are all studying in the Yuanzhou store. For other people, Yuanzhou will not go away. This is the first time I saw the kitchen in Wuhai.

The two rooms opened, retaining a large kitchen with a full set of kitchen utensils. The metal case is shiny and very clean. However, except for the cup, the rest is basically used. New, completely useless.

"You haven't used it?" Yuanzhou felt that it should be used at least once, even if it was instant noodles.

"It didn't take long before you moved in, and you just opened the door, and then you won't need it." Wuhai said directly.

"Amount, what about other time?" Yuanzhou said that it is more concealed, probably meaning that he also has time to rest.

"When you close the door, of course I am hungry, or you think." Wuhai's resentment can not be suppressed.

Is this really iron powder? Yuanzhou thought.

"You can clean up the kitchen first, and you can do it directly." Yuanzhou stood straight and pointed to the kitchen.

"Transfer the topic." Wuhai made a conclusion, but did not move.

"Do not scrub, you will eat your own." Yuanzhou saw Wuhai standing quite straight, said directly.

"I am painting, Jia Wei is good at this." Wu Hai touched the mustache and said calmly.

"With you." Yuanzhou will not force him to clean up, after all, he is also the master of not washing dishes.

"Cla." A sound of the door lock rang at the door, and Zheng Jiawei entered the door with a lot of ingredients.

"You are coming, the kitchen is clean and the ingredients are coming." Wuhai said naturally.

"I prepared tomato stewed sirloin, green pepper chicken, back-cooked meat and stir-fried cabbage. The dessert is watermelon and fruit, and the radish you want." Zheng Jiawei first smiled and greeted Yuanzhou, and then he returned with the ingredients. The kitchen, when I took it out, said it.

"Well, wash the kitchen first." Wuhai is still eager to try teaching in Yuanzhou.

"If you start doing this time, will you eat it at noon?" Zheng Jiawei looked at the time.

"No, I will do it." Wuhai's original intention is that he is slow to do.

"Do you do?" Zheng Jiawei's eyes widened and he pointed the orchid, pointing to Wuhai's incredible.

"Well, I haven't done it for a long time." Wuhai said affirmatively.

"Then I will finish it and leave." Zheng Jiawei has never said this decisively.

"Who did the rest of the work." Wu Hai did not think about cleaning up himself. As for Yuanzhou, he will definitely not help to clean up, no need to ask.

"I will come over and clean up at night." Zheng Jiawei said firmly.

And it’s rare to start talking about the kitchen, which is very fast.

The kitchen was clean and tidy for half an hour.

"Well, you use it, I will go first." Before Zheng Jiawei left, he also looked at Yuanzhou with special sympathy.

Yuanzhou is somewhat inexplicable, but the intuition of the male **** still believes that there is a problem in Wuhai and it is alert.

“Is it a kitchen killer?” Yuanzhou guessed.

"Is the processing of ingredients, or am I coming?" Wuhai turned back and asked Yuanzhou, who had already stood at the door.

"Well, it's all you come, let's get started." Yuanzhou stood in the door with his hands folded, and of course the toes tilted slightly toward the door.

This appearance is obviously that Wuhai wants to fry the kitchen.

"That's okay." Wuhai nodded and took out the ingredients to start washing.

It started to be normal, the sound of the water sounded "哗哗", the same kind of dish was washed and cut and placed on the glass table for use.

"The treatment is not bad, you go to the pot." Yuanzhou looked carefully and found that Wuhai was still very good.

"Yeah." Wuhai responded, opened the fire and prepared to cook.

At this time, Yuanzhou discovered that there was no seasoning on the countertop of the kitchen, and there was no oil or the like.

"砰" Wuhai opened a cabinet door and took out a large watering can and began to pour it into the pot.

"What do you mean?" Yuanzhou was a little confused.

It was not until the pouring came out that the oil in the pot was found, and it flowed into the pot along the shower. Yuanzhou was speechless.

Then Wuhai picked up a large brush and began to brush in the pot.

"What are you doing." Yuanzhou could not help but ask.

"Put the oil on the bottom of the pot." Wu Hai looked serious.

"You continue." Yuanzhou began to have a bad feeling according to the forehead.

Then Wuhai began to use the beef pieces to be placed in the pot, and it was right that the pieces of beef were in the position where they should be.

Then there is the placement of the bulk material. When adding the wine during the period, Wuhai uses the same small spray bottle. It is very clear where it is sprayed.

Now Yuanzhou knows why the pots in Wuhai's home are flat, and this is where tm is cooking. This is similar to painting.

It’s a ghost to make it delicious.

It is understandable that Zheng Jiawei’s sympathetic eyes are not the kitchen killer. This is the kitchen monster.

It’s almost noon, Yuanzhou organized a language, and this said, “I’m here today, I need to go back and prepare the lunch materials.”

"What's the rest?" Wu Hai asked the ingredients on the stove.

"I will teach you step by step in the afternoon." Yuanzhou glanced at the pot of burdock that looked like a piece of art, decisively said.

"Okay." Wuhai should be down.

When I finished Yuanzhou, I went back to my own shop. I thought about the enthusiasm of Wuhai when I was cooking. I took out a paint bottle and poured it into the pot. The mouth still said, this color is light, add some red. , the brown is light and the other side.

That pot of colorful tomato burdock is also a great test of Yuanzhou's endurance. The ghost knows what he has experienced in these few hours.

Fortunately, at this time someone interrupted Yuanzhou’s recollection.

"Is Boss Yuan?" (to be continued.)