The male god is going black

Chapter 811
Qian Yu put the vegetables into the pot, turned around and cleaned the ribs, and continued: "For the time being, I will let the man take it back later!"

The system looked at Qian Yu's actions and asked, "You want to make pork rib soup? You want to conquer his stomach first? Then conquer his people?"

Qian Yu felt that the system was very stupid, "If I break your leg and cook you a full Chinese meal, please forgive me, will you forgive me?"

"No!" The system said decisively.

"Then it's over!" Qian Yu said.

The system said: "Then what exactly do you want to do?"

Qian Yu put the ribs into the pot and said with a smile, "I want to conquer my mother-in-law's stomach."

System: "(⊙o⊙) what?"

Qian Yu sprinkled some condiments into the pot.

The system said: "Master, you put too much salt!"

"Master, can you put so much garlic? There's too much cooking wine! There's too much pepper!"

"..."

The system watched Qian Yu put the pot of pork rib soup into the thermos, he felt lingering fear, and said, "Master, I don't think you are going to conquer your mother-in-law, you are going to murder your mother-in-law."

Qian Yu didn't speak, took the thermos and went to Jing's house again.

When Jing's mother heard that Qian Yu was coming, she happily came out and said with a smile, "Lingling is here."

Qian Yu raised the thermos and said with a smile: "Mom, I'll cook soup according to what you taught me yesterday, Mom, and specially brought it for you to taste."

"Okay, okay." Mother Jing smiled and pulled him to the restaurant, "Then I have to try it out."

Qian Yu consciously went to the kitchen and took out a bowl, and poured out the soup from the thermos, it was a little black.

Jing's mother looked at it and thought it was okay, she picked up the bowl and blew on it, and took a sip.

"puff!"

The next second, Mother Jing vomited the soup, and she looked at Qianyu, "Girl, what did you put in it?"

Qian Yu was actually very happy in his heart, but his face was sad, "I just followed what you said, put salt, cooking wine, and pepper! Is it hard to drink? Sure enough, I am not suitable for cooking."

Jing's mother looked at the sad little girl. After all, she grew up with her own eyes. She also knew that this girl couldn't cook. She pushed the bowl away, patted her on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Lingling, this first girl There will always be some small problems in cooking once, and it’s okay. In this way, we just dictated yesterday, and today Mom will teach you by hand!"

"Really?" Qian Yu's eyes lit up, she was very happy, "Thank you, Mom!"

Jing's mother smiled and glared at her, "The family still say thank you, and besides, you didn't learn this for Xiaoyu."

Qian Yu tugged at Jing's mother's clothes, and said shyly, "Mom, don't tell Brother Yu, I want to surprise him."

"Okay, okay! Mom won't tell him!" Jing's mother patted her hand and laughed.

In the next few days, Jing Yu didn't go back to his and Shan Ling's home, and Qian Yu ignored him, learning how to cook with Jing's mother.

Father Jing is now retired at home, looking at Qian Yu in the kitchen, pulled Mother Jing over, and said, "Don't you think it's a bit strange?"

Jing's mother was a little confused, "What's so strange?"

"This girl comes every day, and sometimes when she goes back late at night, she doesn't see that boy Jing Yu calling, so the two of them shouldn't be arguing, right?" Papa Jing said.

"What are you talking about? Lingling wanted to surprise Xiao Yu and hide it from Xiao Yu." Mother Jing said.

Father Jing shook his head, "No, we also grew up watching Lingling. When did you see her wanting to cook? Didn't she like the smell of oily smoke in the kitchen before? If something goes wrong, there must be a demon!"

(End of this chapter)