C122 This Isn't a Meal This Is Poison!
C122 This Isn't a Meal This Is Poison!
Make enough money in the metropolis and then go back home to build a small three-story house and marry a beautiful wife.
In fact …
Other than this dream.
He also had a dream, a dream,
That was to be a chef.
He especially likes to fry vegetables.
When he was ten years old, he cooked a meal for his parents.
At that meal, Lu Lee's parents ate "very happily".
And they told Lu Lee,
"Son, your culinary skills are too good. From now on, you can leave lunch and dinner to your mom. You can't do anything to her."
"Yeah, it's best if you don't do it anymore."
Hearing his parents' praise of him, Lu Lee had a dream in his heart.
He had to be a chef.
Although he hadn't cooked for more than ten years, the moment Lu Lee got the spoon.
A familiar feeling welled up in his heart.
Right!
That was the feeling.
I'm sure I made a good meal of it.
Lu Lee fried two eggs and then cooked two bowls of tomato sausage noodles.
And a scallion pancake.
When Lu Lee was doing it, he would even explain it to the camera.
"This poached egg, ah, it has to keep flipping up and down until it explodes till golden yellow before it comes out of the wok." And sprinkle a little salt on it, and garnish it with green onions. "
"For this noodles, use the best spring noodles, small rice peppers, ginger, stir-fry, add water and cook. Add in noodles, tomatoes, sausages, and eggs."
"This noodles has to have a way with it. You have to constantly stir it. Otherwise, if it is mixed together, it will affect the taste of the noodles."
"..."
After talking for a long time, the cameraman who was hiding in the corner couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
"Hey, it smells so good."
Yang Ni walked to Lu Lee in her pajamas while searching for the fragrance.
She hugged Lu Lee's waist, leaned her head on Lu Lee's back and looked to be in a daze.
"What's that smell? It's so fragrant."
"My breakfast of love! Come and try it. " Lu Lee said proudly.
"Sure, sure!"
Hearing Lu Lee personally make breakfast for her, Yang Ni was extremely happy.
She quickly sat at the dining table and started to eat Lu Lee's noodles.
He ate the first bite.
Yang Ni's smile froze.
"How is it? "Is it delicious?"
Yang Ni swallowed her saliva with difficulty and nodded heavily.
"Delicious!"
"En, eat more if it's good. Eat this bowl."
"Huh?"
"What? You don't like it?"
"No, no, of course I like what you did. It's just that I've been losing weight lately, so I can't eat that much. "
"It's fine, there aren't many of these."
With that, Lu Lee picked up a bowl of noodles and started eating.
Yang Ni was confused as she looked at Lu Lee, who was eating with relish.
Is there something wrong with my sense of taste?
Even though Lu Lee felt ordinary when he ate the noodles he made, he did not have a sense of accomplishment.
Well, too much salt.
There were also a little too many chilies.
Next time, be careful. Overall, it's still not bad.
I've decided to open a hotel.
Yang Ni didn't know Lu Lee's thoughts at the moment. She was thinking how she was going to finish the bowl of noodles.
Before he finished the noodles, Lu Lee brought out the egg and scallion pancakes.
"Hurry up and try this poached egg."
Seeing that the side of the poached egg was not bad, Yang Ni thought to herself.
Lu Lee might have made a mistake just now.
The method was simple.
There shouldn't be any problems, right?
Therefore, Yang Ni nodded and smiled, "Alright!" "Let me try."
However …
This first bite had poisoned Yang Ni.
This poached egg actually had MSG.
Fresh to death!
"Is it delicious?"
"Hehe, delicious."
Yang Ni ate for half an hour after the meal.
When she finished her last bite, she gulped down three glasses of water.
"If you like it, I'll cook for you every day."
"No!"
Yang Ni shouted loudly when she heard that.
What a joke, if he ate Lu Lee's cooking every day, he probably wouldn't live past 25.
How was this a meal?
This is poison!