My host knocks cute

Chapter 1220 What if the roommate is a big boss in women's clothing? (35)

Duan Xuan cut down the time of chatting with Cao Xin. The latter obviously felt it, and asked him if he was busy, and said that he should disturb him less in the future.

This kind of regress has won Duan Xuan's favor.

Duan Xuan: I won't make video calls with you during this time, I have to go to bed early at night.

Cao Xin: Okay, then I won't disturb your rest at night, I wish you a good sleep.

Duan Xuan: Thank you for your understanding.

An emoji was added after the text, and the villain on the emoji bowed to thank him.

Cao Xin also sent him an emoji, smiling.

Later, Duan Xuan chatted with her a few more words, then exited the chat frame and closed the website.

Since Duan Xuan decided to "change his appearance" that day, he didn't go to bed for more than twelve o'clock every night, and he fell asleep at around 11:30 every time.

I usually wake up around 08:30 in the morning, and my life becomes more regular.

Su Qingyu was amazed, until the sun came out from the west.

But she was very happy about Duan Xuan's change, at least he stopped chatting with Cao Xin until midnight.

If there is a change, it means that there is still room for things to turn around, and it is only a matter of time.

Su Qingyu promised to teach Duan Xuan how to cook, and he will do it.

However, Duan Xuan has no foundation. Under her guidance, the first cooking still ended in failure.

Learning to cook is not something that can be learned overnight, there is always a process in everything, that's how Su Qingyu comforted Duan Xuan.

This is the reason for Duan Xuan, so he never gave up, and has been watching Su Qingyu cook by her side.

Facts have proved that watching too much is still beneficial, but when cooking, Duan Xuan can't tell whether the food is cooked or not.

This is a headache.

There is another one, that is, how much salt should be added, Duan Xuan can't always grasp the degree.

His own taste is a bit heavier, so he will add a little more when adding salt.

It's just that he can't control his hands very often, and he always shakes easily.

With a shake of the hand, more salt was added.

Every time at this time, Su Qingyu would look at him helplessly, then put the pot aside, and use chopsticks to get out the excess salt.

Duan Xuan didn't want to shake, but he just couldn't control his hand, there was nothing he could do.

After Duan Xuan learned for a while, Su Qingyu asked him to try more during the day when he was free.

Su Qingyu ordered several sets of cookbooks online, and also bought a nickname.

The seasonings in the recipe are all accurate to the scale, so Su Qingyu bought him a scale.

Doesn't his hands shake, and he weighs it on a scale before adding seasonings, which can cure his shaking hands.

Facts have proved that this method is very effective, and the dishes cooked by Duan Xuan are no longer very salty.

"Come on, try my cooking and see if there is any improvement." Duan Xuan brought out a bowl of fried pork with green peppers. The dishes looked pretty good, but I don't know how they taste.

Su Qingyu sat in front of the table, took the chopsticks handed over by Duan Xuan, and put a piece of meat into his mouth.

The taste is average, only half, not bad.

But Su Qingyu caught a glimpse of Duan Xuan's expectant eyes, and said: "Not bad, the taste is not bad, you can try it yourself."

After getting the master's comment, Duan Xuan immediately picked up his chopsticks and took a bite.

The taste is very average, completely incomparable with the dishes made by Su Qingyu, but it is barely passable.

It is already very good that he can cook this level of dishes.

(End of this chapter)