Star Chef, She Can Be Salty Or Sweet

Chapter 558: Can't have ideas

  Chapter 558 Can't have ideas

  Just, I can’t understand it.

  I really can’t understand it!

  Four dishes. Except for Xie Yan’s choice of Ma Xiao, which is more complicated, the remaining cucumbers, stir-fried vegetables, and steamed insects are the simplest methods that do not require much technical content.

  Really, seven or eight-year-old children know what to do at a glance.

  However, the finished products made by these people are horrible.

   Reached out her hand and covered her eyes, she said in despair, "You give up, can you honestly do the homework of nutrient solution delivery?"

   can't bring it, really can't bring it.

  Teachers are good teachers and students are good students.

  But these good students are too thoughtful, and they are also good at violating yang and yin.

  Here, she said she knew, but when she turned her head to guide another person, she added all the spices she wanted to add in her hands like she was self-conscious.

  When she found out, it was a foregone conclusion.

  What does this make her do?

  I can’t do it, and I don’t want to do it anymore!

  That is, this is one of her brothers and sisters. If this is her apprentice, she must force them to eat these ghosts.

  It's okay to like to make dark dishes, just do it secretly and appreciate it.

  Don’t bring it out to harm people!

  Hot eyes and poison people’s sense of taste at the same time, it is simply a nightmare existence.

  Lu Jin's Ci and Jian Zhou have nothing to do with them. Their task has been completed, and they have done a good job. They can make a deal.

  Jiang Youyu They didn't have such confidence. The four of them stared at Jian Yan and smiled, making her distraught.

  She rubbed her face and said weakly, "I really can't move you, you guys are so thoughtful."

   "So, stop struggling and make a nutrient solution!"

  Don’t want to do it.

  Nutrition solution has been made for so many years, and it has long been annoying.

  They met each other's eyes, and the few people who reached a certain agreement looked at the brief words again, and Xie Yan said as the representative, "Senior girl, let's do it again!"

  Worried that she was unwilling, he made a promise, “Don’t worry, we will come one by one this time, and make sure that there are no thoughts that shouldn’t be there. What do you think?”

  In short, she didn't think so, she really didn't have confidence in them.

  But a few people looked at her eagerly, and they looked at her funny and helpless.

   "Can you do it?"

   "One by one is fine."

   There are several pairs of eyes staring at it. It's useless to have an idea, and there is no chance to put it into action.

  Simply reluctant to say, "Then, then try again!"

   "Okay, okay!"

  Several people couldn't help showing bright smiles on their faces. They simply looked at them, but still felt uneasy. Then they said ugly, "Remember, you must not have ideas!

  I hope that you will treat yourself as a tool person without thinking.

  If the previous situation reappears this time, even if you put me in the universe in the future, I will not be your foreign aid. "

"good!"

   agreed very readily, and the heart of the brief mention was slightly relieved.

  Facts have proved that it’s pretty reliable for seniors and school girls to throw away those messy ideas and use themselves as tools.

  The finished product is finally no longer dark dishes, but normal dishes.

  In short, they tasted the taste separately, and nodded in the bright eyes of several people, "It's okay!"

  Xie Yan is looking forward to asking, "Is it delicious?"

"good."

   is really good, the steamed shrimp is fresh enough, the texture of the meat is also very good, seafood is a food that is fresh.

  Without the peppers and the messy seasoning, the cucumber, except for the slight salty taste and just the right sourness, is full of mouthfuls, crisp and refreshing, very appetizing.

  The greens are not so delicious, but they have reached the level of home cooking.

  (End of this chapter)