Chapter 13 The last one taught the second last one a question.

Jiang Lan leaned against the kitchen door frame and looked at Pei Du first.

Toast bread and fry ham.

It is exactly the same as the "Western food" that Jiang Lan secretly complained about in his heart not long ago.

Originally, it would have been just a simple version of Western food.

But the scary thing was that when Pei Du was hurriedly flipping the ham, Jiang Lan actually saw a dark layer of burnt substance.

He looked at the range hood above Pei Du's head, working desperately to prevent the burnt smell from entering his nose, and said silently: "Thank you for your hard work, brother." 】

Jiang Lan looked at Pei Du's handsome but clumsy back for a while, but chose to focus on Qiao Xin who had her long hair pulled up.

It's okay if you don't look at it, but when you look at it, you're even more shocked.

Jiang Lan looked at the sticky, yellow-brown substance in Qiao Xin's pot. He couldn't help but walked behind Qiao Xin, stretched his neck and sniffed, and then asked with a ferocious face:

"Brother Qiao, forgive me. To put it bluntly, you are cooking sh..."

Qiao Xin turned around sharply and gave Jiang Lan a sharp and dangerous look:

"Watch your words."

Jiang Lan: "I haven't said anything yet. "

Qiao Xin gritted her teeth: "If you dare to say it, you will be dead."

Jiang Lan pursed her lips: "So, even if I don't say it, you know what I want to say, right?"

Qiao Xin looked back at the living room. The sweethearts gathered around turned around and whispered: "Before my soup comes out of the pot, keep your mouth shut."

Jiang Lan really couldn't understand why someone could cook such an imaginative food in a pot. .

He looked at Qiao Xin and said kindly, "Would you like me to help you?"

As a model, Qiao Xin couldn't manage her figure. She really didn't have much time to study cooking.

But her unwillingness to admit defeat made her destined not to give in in front of Pei Du.

So she searched for such a pumpkin soup in her long memory.

Unfortunately, with less water and too much soy sauce, the color and texture become indescribable.

Qiao Xin was already worried. When Jiang Lan said this, her eyes suddenly lit up:

"Then can you bring me back to life?"

Jiang Lan took a deep breath and kindly suggested: "Why don't you add some milk to neutralize it? Try?"

He paused, pointed at the pot and continued: "I think it can at least make it look lighter... What do you think?"

Qiao Xin hesitated for a moment: "I think you are right. That makes sense."

After she finished speaking, she immediately opened a can of milk and poured it into the pot.

Jiang Lan felt that Qiao Xin's behavior of saying that wind was like rain made him a little scared, so after dawdling for a long time, he finally got to Wen Zhiyan's side.

He felt a little complicated when he looked at Wen Zhiyan's crisp knife skills when chopping vegetables.

To this day, he still remembers the first time Wen Zhiyan entered the kitchen.

It was because he had a fever during his susceptible period. In order to take care of him, Wen Zhiyan cooked rice porridge and boiled eggs for him.

As a result, Wen Zhiyan only focused on appeasing Jiang Lan because Jiang Lan was irritable and too clingy during the susceptible period.

When I thought about rice porridge and boiled eggs later, the smoke had already filled the kitchen and living room.

Jiang Lan licked the corner of his mouth. Until now, he could still vaguely remember what the hard-boiled egg tasted like because it had dried up the water and finally exploded.

"What are you telling Qiao Xin?"

Wen Zhiyan spotted Jiang Lan as soon as he approached the kitchen door.

He watched Jiang Lan and Qiao Xin murmuring for a long time before coming over and interrupting Jiang Lan's thoughts.

Jiang Lan's eyes fell on Wen Zhiyan's hands that were chopping vegetables, and he said seriously:

"I'm teaching her how to cook."

When Wen Zhiyan heard this, he picked up the kitchen knife and laughed.

Jiang Lan glanced at him: "What are you laughing at?"

Wen Zhiyan said with a smile: "The last one teaches the second to last how to do questions?"

Jiang Lan was unhappy: "Who is the last one?"

Wen Zhiyan suppressed his smile. : "Me."

Jiang Lan watched Wen Zhiyan sort out the spare ingredients, then blanch the cleaned ribs and put the oysters into the casserole. His movements were skillful and orderly, as if he had done it countless times.

"When did you learn to cook?"

Wen Zhiyan thought for a while: "About five years ago."

Jiang Lan was curious: "What about the first two years?"

Wen Zhiyan knew that Jiang Lan was asking, they had just separated Those two years.

Wen Zhiyan pondered for a moment: "In the past two years... I was busy with other things and didn't have time." A

top wealthy family like the Wen Group usually holds a party, and the stock price rises and falls, and the popularity can make headlines.

Not to mention big news like "the former emperor passed away and the new emperor ascended the throne."

Not long ago, all major news media were covering this matter overwhelmingly, and it was difficult for Jiang Lan not to know.

Hearing what Wen Zhiyan said, he just thought that Wen Zhiyan had gone back to fight for the family property in the past two years, so he didn't say anything more and just asked:

"Is there anything you need my help with?"

Wen Zhiyan said: "No. "

Then what should I do?" Jiang Lan asked again.

Wen Zhiyan pointed to the high stool behind him: "You can just sit down."

Jiang Lan groaned, raised his buttocks and sat on it, one foot on the crossbar of the stool leg and one leg on the ground. , staring at Wen Zhiyan intently.

Soon, Pei Du's toasted bread and fried ham came out of the pot. Seeing this, Qiao Xin quickly turned off the heat.

The two of them didn't even bother to observe what Wen Zhiyan and Jiang Lan were doing, and once again rushed to bring the breakfast they had prepared to the table.

"This is..."

Xu Can looked at the basin of yellow liquid that Qiao Xin brought to the table and asked cautiously.

Qiao Xin pursed her lips and said,

"Pumpkin soup."

Yu Nan couldn't believe it: "Really, Sister Qiao Xin?"

Qiao Xin could speak unscrupulously and mercilessly when facing an alpha.

But when facing the cute omega, he still can't help but be cautious, and even dodge his eyes and evade his words:

"Otherwise? What do you think it is?"

Yu Nan pursed her lips:

"Sister Qiao Xin, if you want to be treasonous, can you please trouble me? Look me in the eyes and answer again."

Qiao Xin coughed lightly, glanced at the plate that Pei Du brought over, and said to divert everyone's attention:

"Although mine looks average, it definitely tastes good. It's nutritious and healthy. Like the actor Pei, if you look at it, it's all dark and carcinogens."

Pei Du sneered:

"I can tell what it is. Just clean up the burnt areas. Are you sure everyone dares to eat it?"

Seeing that Pei Du and Qiao Xin were about to argue again, Ye Qiunian was the first to make the move. Handed.

He picked up a piece of bread that Pei Du had cut and sandwiched it with ham, tore off the black burnt substance, and then took a bite.

Everyone's eyes immediately focused on Ye Qiunian.

Ye Qiunian chewed for a long time and swallowed the bread with difficulty. He took another sip of water, then looked at Pei Du and said,

"It's not bad. Don't bake the bread so dry next time. Thank you."

Pei Du grinned. He cast a proud look at Qiao Xin and said cheerfully: "Okay."

Originally, if Wen Jie didn't say anything, this breakfast might have passed by for a while.

But soon, everyone saw Jiang Lan walking out of the kitchen with a tray.