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Bo Hanting turned off the fire and checked if there were any other fire sources on the stove. He asked the young man if he needed help before, but the other party flatly said no, so he entered the room for the meeting. However, he was always a little worried, so he just hastily The conference call ended.

When I came out, I never expected to see such a scene. The kitchen almost burned down.

He thought that the other party might not be good at cooking, but he didn't expect that he was actually a blaster.

Turning around, I didn't know whether to look at the helpless and even confused young man in front of me with anger or helplessness.

He sighed and said, "Are you okay?"

"Ang?" Qin Jingyu raised his head and pointed at the hair above his head that was accidentally burned by the fire as he was not able to retreat in time. "Does this count?"

Bo Hanting looked over nervously. Fortunately, only the end of a bunch of hair was a little burnt, and the rest was not a big problem.

Seeing that the boy was not injured, he said coldly: "Didn't you say you knew how to cook?"

Although I said it tasted terrible, I didn't say it would burn the kitchen.

Qin Jingyu choked.

She will come.

But there are always surprises in life.

No, today is a big accident.

In fact, the principle of using a pot lid to extinguish a fire is to cover the fire source to prevent oxygen from entering, thereby blocking the burning of the flame. This is low-level common sense in physics, and she should have thought of it earlier.

It was all because the system was screaming for the fire extinguisher in her head, which made her panic even when she wasn't panicking.

886's aggrieved opponent: [Ah this... I'm not afraid that the host will be in danger because the fire is too strong. 】

Qin Jingyu: [Okay, you can shut up. 】

Seeing that Qin Jingyu didn't speak, Bo Hanting frowned and couldn't bear to say the remaining harsh words in his mouth.

He turned around and saw that the fire in the pot had gone out, so he picked up the pot lid. A burst of thick smoke came into his nose. He covered his nose with his hand and used a shovel to try to pry out the stuff in the pot that was so thick that he couldn't see the original appearance of the ingredients. "You What did you do?"

Qin Jingyu had already consciously retreated to the edge of the kitchen and said uncertainly: "Chicken cubes?"

Bo Hanting: "..."

He glanced at the rest of the stove. He saw that he had knocked over a lot of things while putting out the fire, but among them was a relatively complete dish. "Then what is this?"

"Green beans and shrimp bar, it seems."

It's just a bit dark, but it doesn't affect the ability to tell that the stuff inside is shrimp. As for the green beans, they have turned into black beans riddled with holes.

Bo Hanting was silent.

It is said that there is no all-round genius. In terms of academics and research and development, this young man can be regarded as a once-in-a-century genius in China. Maybe his cooking skills are the window that God has closed for him.

Qin Jingyu said before that the food he cooked was terrible. He thought the other party was being modest. After all, before bringing the boy back, the information had mentioned that he often cooked by himself in the countryside. He thought the information was not trustworthy before, but now it seems There is no credibility at all. As for the other party saying that the cooking is unpalatable, he obviously underestimates himself. Is this something people can eat?

Qin Jingyu knew that she had no talent in cooking. Looking at Bo Hanting's face, which usually showed no emotion or anger, for the first time, it showed an expression of disbelief. She scratched the back of her nose guiltily, "Well, uncle, this meal Do I still cook?"

Bo Hanting: "..."

"If that doesn't work, you'd better go out and I'll treat you to food."

To be honest, she felt like she couldn't bear to speak.

Sorry, she was guilty. She shouldn't have laughed at Lei Wujie's cooking skills.

Bo Hanting's eyebrows twitched twice, "Forget it, I'll do it."

Qin Jingyu thought for a moment that he had heard wrongly, and said in surprise: "You...are you here?"

Then Qin Jingyu saw the wealthy CEO who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, put on his apron, rolled up his sleeves and started to put away the kitchen utensils.

The only hardship Bo Hanting has ever experienced in his life is probably the years when he was sent to Zhaojue Temple. In fact, it cannot be said that he endured hardship. At most, he was a vegetarian. The rest of the time, except for the love from his relatives, he had nothing. If she could get it, she would have nannies and servants waiting on her on weekdays. Even if things were bad, there would be assistants. She never thought that Bo Hanting could cook by himself.

The man cleaned up quickly. As for the original pot, he couldn't use it. "Is there any new one?"

He turned around and asked, only to meet the boy's shocked eyes, and said in a raised voice, "Huh?"

Qin Jingyu came to his senses and said, "Yes, Uncle Zhao should put them all under the cupboard. I'll look for them."

After saying that, he went to find a new pot and took it over, and asked in disbelief: "Uncle, can you really cook?"

Although the movements do seem to be more skillful than hers, what if?

Bo Hanting: "I live alone."

"Oh." Qin Jingyu understood: "Don't you have any servants?"

She actually doesn't know much about Bo Hanting's private life. Apart from Aunt Mei in the nursing home and his lounge on the top floor of the Bo Group Building, he occasionally goes back to Qin's house to stay for a night or two. Where does he live the rest of the time? She never seemed to understand where her home was.

Bo Hanting raised his eyes and looked at her: "Want to know about my life?"

Qin Jingyu: "Just chatting and asking questions."

"I live alone and don't have a maid, but a nanny comes to clean the house regularly every week, and I don't bring any shabby women home."

When Bo Hanting said this, he added, "I didn't bring a man home either."

Qin Jingyu choked.

Which pot should not be picked up?

She'd better keep her mouth shut.

Then she saw Bo Hanting firing the fire, skillfully pouring oil and holding a spoon. When she saw him pouring oil, she subconsciously stayed away. It was obvious that the tools in other people's hands were easier to use than her, and they didn't even make mistakes. He gave her a perfect demonstration of cooking. The video blogger restored it one to one.

She confirmed.

Bo Hanting not only lives alone, but also often cooks by himself.

In a short while, all the dishes ordered were cooked, and even a soup was added.

When it was put on the table, she couldn't help but marvel.

For the first time, I even took a photo and posted it on WeChat Moments.

So a picture of four dishes and one soup suddenly appeared in her WeChat Moments, which she hadn't posted for ten thousand years, with the caption giving a thumbs up.

Bo Hanting came over with bowls and chopsticks, wearing a light blue apron, which made his originally cold face a little softer, "Are you taking pictures?"

Qin Jingyu said generously: "To commemorate it."

Then he looked the man up and down again and clicked his tongue.

Bo Hanting looked at her: "Is there a problem?"

She shook her head, no.

After tasting the food, it turned out to be pretty good. "Uncle, your craftsmanship is pretty good."

"Today's meal does not count." Bo Hanting said, "I cooked it, but you still owe me the meal."

She choked, "You don't still want to eat the food I cooked, do you?"

If Bo Hanting hadn't suddenly come out, the kitchen might have been gone.

Bo Hanting was also stunned, but even if Qin Jingyu dared to do it, he didn't dare to let him enter the kitchen, and asked unhurriedly: "Are you free during this time?"