After wearing a book, I rely on cooking to save the BE male protagonist

Ji Yao had a nightmare.

He dreamed that after he took care of Nan Tingju's body, Nan Tingju was on his way to propose to Gu Feifei, a car drove by and hit him hard.The engagement ring in his hand flew out, while Nan Tingji was covered in blood and lay quietly on the ground.

"do not want!"

Ji Yao woke up with a start.

"What's wrong?" Nan Ting's deep and hoarse voice came from beside his ear.

Ji Yao looked up at the man who was awakened by him. The man's eyes were like a deep well, but at this moment, there was a star called "caring".He shook his head vigorously, trying to get rid of the dream scene in his mind.

Nan Ting stared at Ji Yao for a long time, and heard his trembling voice say: "Boss, don't get hurt again."

His brows were furrowed, and his voice was weak and weak.

Nan Ting was slightly surprised. He really wanted to ask the little chef what kind of dream he had, and why he said that, but he opened his mouth, but he didn't ask anything.

"Well, it won't hurt," he said.

After receiving the response, Ji Yao frowned a little, and then muttered, "Eat well and don't stay up late."

Nan Tingju: "...OK."

"Well...boss, you have to be good."

This sentence sounded like a raving, and after finishing speaking, Ji Yao fell asleep.

Seeing the other party's peaceful sleeping face, Nan Ting's mouth twitched into a doting smile.

****

When he heard that Nan Tingyu was going to be discharged from the hospital, Mr. Nan was very concerned. He also said that he would let the old aunt who had been serving in Nan's old house all her life and was good at making nourishing soup to recuperate Nan Tingju's body. I declined if I didn't want to.

Grandpa Nan immediately blamed Nan Huamao face to face, telling him to pay more attention to his son.But he didn't think about it, his son hadn't fulfilled his father's responsibilities to Nan Tingju since he was a child, and now he cared about his daily life. Whether it was true or false, was it too late?

Yu Wenli smiled and mentioned that Nantingju had spent a lot of time finding a chef some time ago, saying that she had hired a chef with excellent cooking at a high price and wanted to give it to Nantingju.

After Nan Ting heard it, he just said lightly: "I already have a chef."

Nan Huamao persuaded with a smile: "Oh, I saw your chef, he is so young, he must not have as much cooking experience as the chef we invited here."

Yu Wenli echoed: "Yes, Ting Ju, we found this chef Li for you. He is proficient in Chinese food, Western food and Japanese food. He has won numerous awards and will also match food according to your body's balanced nutrition. Helps too."

Mr. Nan heard that it would help Nan Tingji's legs, and persuaded him to stay.

This couple just want me to keep Chef Li so much?

Nan Ting glanced at Yu Wenli, who avoided her eyes, obviously feeling a little guilty.

Nan Ting raised his handsome eyebrows, and smiled at the corner of his lips, "Since you all say that Chef Li is very good, why don't you compare it with my current chef, and then I will consider whether to accept him or not."

Yu Wenli was overjoyed when she heard the words: "Okay, when will the competition be compared? I'll arrange it." She didn't think that Ji Yao, who had just grown up, could win against the senior chef she had found. Even if Ting Ji doesn't want it, he has to!

"At noon tomorrow, let's stay in the old house." Nan Tingyu said casually, "If there's nothing else, I'll go back first. The chef at home will cook and wait for me."

Yu Wenli was a little embarrassed, but Mr. Nan tried his best to persuade him to stay for dinner, and Nan Ting sat in a wheelchair and left without looking back.

After Nan Tingju returned to Nanzhai, he brought the news to Ji Yao, who was slightly surprised.

In the original book, it seems that Mr. Nan found the later chef of Nantingju. From this point of view, could it be that Yu Wenli used Mr. Nan's hand to stuff it in?

No matter who came in, the goal has not been achieved yet, Nan Tingji needs him, and he will not back down.

Early the next morning, Ji Yao prepared breakfast for Nan Tingju and started preparing for the noon game.

But what to do?Ji Yao rested her chin with her hand, tilted her head in thought.

Nan Ting, who was drinking the breakfast porridge, saw the little chef scratching his ears and scratching his cheeks, and said aloud: "Be casual, and proceed as usual."

"Ah? I usually cook some home-cooked dishes. Is it really okay to use them in competitions like this?"

Nan Ting smiled and said: "When you participated in the selection, didn't you cook home-cooked food?"

Ji Yao pursed her lips and muttered, "It's different, as long as you like it then it's fine, but this time everyone has to like it too."

"It's the same." Nan Ting said seriously, "It's just that I like it this time, don't pay too much attention to them."

Ji Yao's breath was stagnant, and the word "like" came out of Nan Tingju's mouth, with an indescribable charm, which made his heart tremble.

He rubbed his hot face: "...Okay."

Ji Yao actually analyzed that there were five judges in this small competition, namely Mr. Nan, Nan Tingju, Uncle Liu, Nan Huamao and Yu Wenli.Nan Tingju and Liu Bo will definitely stand on his side. Needless to say, Nan Huamao and Yu Wenli also support Chef Li, so the final winner is actually in the hands of Mr. Nan.

Feel free to do whatever you want, and follow Mr. Nan's preferences.

Ji Yao decided to seek help from the old man of the Nan family—Uncle Liu.

"The old man is getting old, and he likes to drink soup the most, and he likes some delicious and not greasy soup." Liu Bo said, "I think your crucian carp tofu soup is good, although it is too homely, but the old man always only pays attention to taste. Man, you'll have no problem making this soup."

"That's fine, that's what soup is for."

At noon, in the old house of the Nan family, several people sat at the dining table, with Chef Li's dishes on one side and Ji Yao's on the other, and each made four dishes.

Yu Wenli looked at the dishes on the left, rolled her eyes, and said with a smile: "Eat the steak while it's hot, or let's try Chef Li's cooking first?"

She made a good plan. When everyone is hungry, the first dish is always delicious. If the first person is full, then eat the next one. No matter how delicious it is, she will not have much appetite.

Chef Li cooked red wine steak, fish maw chicken on the side stove, fried and baked abalone, and Buddha jumps over the wall.

Every dish, no matter how it is arranged or presented, is exquisite.

Nan Huamao smiled and praised Chef Li: "As expected of a professional chef who won an award and is soft-handed, these dishes are high-end and nutritious. This bowl of Buddha jumping over the wall has been stewed for a long time, right?"

Chef Li said respectfully: "Yes, I did this Buddha jump over the wall for eight hours." After speaking, he smiled at Ji Yao for no reason.

It seems to be proud, but also provocative.

Ji Yao stood aside with no expression on his face, but in fact he rolled countless eyes in his heart.

"Dad, would you like to try it?" Nanhua Maosheng handed a bowl of soup to Mr. Nan, smiling obsequiously.

Mr. Nan tasted a few mouthfuls, his face was very flat, a bowl of Buddha jumping over the wall simmered for eight hours, he has lived for so long, he has long been tired of eating these delicacies, it is really nothing new.

"Grandpa, come and try Xiaoji's crucian carp tofu soup." Uncle Liu said as he lifted the lid, and the delicious fragrance filled the room.

Mr. Nan didn't have much hope for this at first. He was tired of eating delicacies from mountains and seas, but the taste of exquisitely prepared and complicated delicacies is not comparable to that of simple home-cooked dishes.

So he decided to take a sip, and put it down immediately if it didn't taste good. After all, this chef was also tried hard by his grandson, so he couldn't refute his face.

Unexpectedly, after taking a sip, you can’t stop at all. This crucian carp tofu soup has only the fresh fragrance of crucian carp and tofu, without any fishy or astringent taste. In the mouth, there is a natural freshness and fragrance between the lips and teeth.

Mr. Nan frowned, praised "good" a few times, tasted Ji Yao's remaining three dishes, nodded repeatedly, and kept praising.

Judging by the old man's expression, everyone present here is a smart person, why don't you understand in your heart?

The old man is very satisfied with Ji Yao's cooking!

The chef he recommended was defeated, and Nan Huamao didn't show much on his face. Instead, he kept holding Ji Yao's dishes, and kept boasting, "It's delicious, no wonder Ting Ju doesn't want the chef he introduced."

However, Yu Wenli's complexion was pretty, she didn't move her chopsticks, her face turned red and white, but she forced a smile, which was uglier than crying.

Nan Ting let out a "tsk", stopped looking at her, and concentrated on eating the dishes made by his little chef. If he didn't hurry up to eat, his father and grandpa would finish the meal.

Of course, Ji Yao also noticed that something was wrong with Yu Wenli, and a bold guess suddenly emerged in his mind——

So this Chef Li is really tricky, right?So in the original book, Nan Tingju, who changed his chef, got stomach cancer so quickly, is it also related to this chef?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that Yu Wenli's smiling face was terrified. Thinking of the dream he had a few days ago, Ji Yao shuddered.

Nantingju, why are you so pitiful?Put on such a stepmother.

And himself, it seems that not only will he have to take care of his body in the future, but also pay more attention to the people around him. It is best not to leave him at every step, so that Nan Tingji will be killed by his stepmother someday!