Shi Qinglan raised the corner of her eyes lazily.

At the same time, the eyes in the studio were all focused on her, even the director suddenly held his breath and looked at her. There was no such cue in the script he gave Jian Shutong!

"Don't Miss Qingyue know how to cook?" Jian Shutong raised her lips and looked at her, with a certain certainty in her smile.

She didn't know whether Qingyue knew how to cook.

But even if she really knows how to cook a few dishes, it is by no means comparable to her intensive cultivation in the food field for several years, so no matter whether Qingyue cooks or not, she will inevitably be beaten in the face!

"Goddess, if you don't know how to cook, just push it away. There is no such point in the recording process." Shi Qing'an tilted his head slightly, and he passed Bo Yucheng to remind the girl in a soft voice.

Hearing this, Bo Yucheng raised his eyebrows lightly.

The knuckles of fingers were placed on the Qingluan Peony Chair, tapping carelessly, but a faint smile flashed across his eyes.

Everyone was waiting for Shi Qinglan's answer, but saw the girl's red lips curled slightly, "Cooking, I do understand a little bit."

Shi Qingan looked sideways at the girl in surprise.

Seeing Shi Qinglan stood up gracefully, her light and large sleeves naturally dangled, she slightly lifted the complicated skirt and walked to the stage, and when she swayed gently, she looked like a queen in the world.

Standing in the middle of the stage, the girl slowly turned around and looked back, her red lips smiled, "Ms. Jian really wants me to show it?"

Jian Shutong did not expect that she would agree so simply.

She was taken aback for a moment, her lips pressed lightly, "Naturally, if fans can see Miss Qingyue personally cook a national banquet dish for everyone, I am afraid they will be too excited? And there will be more promotion of Chinese food culture. Doesn't it make sense?"

The smile on Shi Qinglan's lips deepened.

Her eyes drooped slightly, and she casually picked up a kitchen knife on the kitchen counter. With a deep smile, she was inexplicably cool.

"Okay." Shi Qinglan's red lips lightly opened, "Although I have not seen a state banquet in many years, it may be a little handicraft, but the simple pastry should be acceptable to show, how about lotus cake?"

Jian Shutong's pupils shrank obviously.

She thought that Shi Qinglan would show ordinary home-cooked dishes, but she did not expect that she would choose the lotus cake with extremely complicated craftsmanship.

"Miss Qingyue, are you sure?" Jian Shutong smiled, "Lotus pastry is very difficult and requires very fine craftsmanship. Even experienced pastry chefs are easy to fail."

Shi Qinglan slowly put down the kitchen knife, "OK."

At the sound of the sound, she looked at Jian Shutong with a smart smile on her side, her smile was quite provocative.

"All right." Jian Shutong shrugged his shoulders lightly. "But... I remember that Teacher Wei Ran seems to be a professional pastry chef, and his master is even more famous. I just want to remind Miss Qingyue, don't be an expert It's the timidity in front of you."

Shi Qinglan lowered his eyes and chuckled, "Miss Jian is too worried."

She happened to be the famous master in Jian Shutong's mouth, and her only concern was not to show her timidity, but that it would be difficult to handle Wei Ran's taste.

"Since... Since this is the case, let us hand over the stage to Miss Qingyue." The host followed the process bluntly.

But as soon as the voice fell, she felt that something was wrong. There was clearly no such process in her desk, so why suddenly she ran off!

"Miss Qingyue, please." Jian Shutong smiled faintly.

She turned and left and returned to the Qingluan Peony Chair. She still didn't believe Shi Qinglan could make lotus cakes well. You must know that the cakes of the Imperial Court not only have high requirements for taste and texture, but also bring people enjoyment in terms of vision... …

Other pastries are nothing more than lotus cakes. It is really difficult, even she can hardly guarantee a success when displayed on the spot.

"This..." The director looked silly sitting in front of the monitor.

A director hurriedly came to look for it, "Director, what should I do? Do you really want Ms. Qingyue to show off her cooking skills?"

The director stared at the monitor hesitantly, not knowing what to say.

At the moment, Nan Xiyue was also stupid. She raised her hand to her brow bone, "He is meow..."

She really didn't expect Shi Qinglan to add such trouble to her.

"Miss Nan, Qingyue she..." The director turned his eyes to Nan Xiyue, and asked tentatively, "Do you really understand state banquets?"

"She knows what a fart state banquet." Nan Xiyue put her hands around her chest, "I've never heard of her cooking! I haven't even seen instant noodles before, so what kind of lotus crispy come with me?"

She wanted to buckle the lotus leaf on this woman's face now.

Upon hearing this, the director and the directors all showed solemn expressions.

"If Ms. Qingyue doesn't do a good job, it's fine. It's a big deal to let the post-editing process, but if she really hasn't cooked before, just in case the studio will blow up..."

"She is a well-deserved goddess in the music world! Shouldn't this life's innocent reputation be ruined in our program group?"

"But why did Miss Qingyue agree to Jian Shutong!"

The choreographers discussed in low voices, all of them panicked and overwhelmed by the fact that Shi Qinglan wanted to show off his cooking skills.

"Don't make any noise." The director shouted in a low voice, "First, prepare ingredients for Miss Qingyue, and let the fire department prepare for emergencies. We will take a step by step look at other things."

As long as you don't blow up the studio, you can say anything.

An international star like Qingyue cannot collapse in her personal settings and she must preserve her face. If there are any mistakes in her cooking, the program group will definitely cut it off, otherwise there will be no way to explain to her agent and company. ...

The director looked at Nan Xiyue, "Don't worry, Miss Nan, if there is any accident, the program team will strictly block today's news, and fans will not know that she blows up the studio."

It seemed that Qingyue had blown up the solemnity.

Nan Xiyue's forehead jumped abruptly, she raised her hand to rub her temple, closed her eyes and rested her mind, "It can only be so."

The program team soon helped Shi Qinglan prepare the ingredients, the recording continued, and all the departments were in place.

Shi Qinglan took off her big sleeves, and raised her hand to take off a few tassels. She only wore the bright red waist skirt, and left a few elegant Zhu Chai between her temples, which was convenient for her to show off her cooking skills.

"Does Miss Qingyue need to help the kitchen?" A Shen Che's voice suddenly sounded, and Bo Yucheng stood up slowly.

He stepped on his slender legs and walked to Shi Qinglan's side. The possessive aura around him was extremely strong, "Should I recommend myself?"

Hearing this, Shi Qinglan's eyes jumped fiercely.

She remembered the messy kitchen in Qinglan Shuixie. When she was about to turn down the man, she saw Shi Qing'an also strode over, "I am also willing to help Miss Qingyue."

Shi Qinglan: "..." My head hurts even more.

Maybe it's really going to blow up the studio together.