The male god put me on the hot search again [Rebirth]

When Pei Mingxuan learned that in FIRE5's small villa, He Yuhuan would cook from time to time, and his cooking skills were well received, he always had a wish - to taste He Yuhuan's cooking skills.

The two occasionally live under the same roof. It's not that there is no chance, but he doesn't want to add to He Yuhuan's hard work during the rest time. After all, in his concept, cooking is a difficult and troublesome thing.But variety shows are different. Life-style variety shows generally have a slower pace, not too tiring. They can fill the gaps on the screen when there are no shows, and strengthen old fans. With He Yuhuan's likable temperament, of course I can get a lot of new fans, and there are four guests, and I can help with things...

Help a ghost!

Pei Mingxuan leaned against the kitchen door, frowning at Shan Gaoming who smashed the eggs into the bowl for the second time.

MD, none of the boys who come here can't cook, are you going to exhaust his Xiaochu to death!

He Yuhuan looked at the broken eggs with great distress, and pushed Shan Gaoming out of the kitchen. Hu Chuanxin, who came to help last, was also kicked out because he chopped vegetables and cut his fingers.

In the morning, he and Pei Mingxuan went upstairs to take a shower after feeding Miaomiao. They were indeed together, but in terms of time and space, Pei Nanshen was downstairs and he was upstairs.

Pei Mingxuan handed the cat to Shan Gaoming, and the other party took off his apron and handed it over. He waved his hand and didn't accept it, not only because he didn't want to wear what others had worn, but also because it was too eye-catching.

But it still depends on who wears it. The pink and white plaid pattern with curly wavy edges is eye-catching on the first two boys. On He Yuhuan's body, with that slender waist, it is completely pleasing to the eye, almost provoking crime. .

"Let me help." Pei Mingxuan washed his hands, "Is there anything I can do?"

He Yuhuan was taking the fried crucian carp out of the oil pan and putting it on a plate. He was about to make a plate of braised fish. He glanced at the ingredients on the table: "Cut the carrots and potatoes into pieces and make a soup."

Pei Mingxuan once played a role who was good at cooking, and the close-up shots of cutting vegetables with his hands are comparable to that of a top chef. It is definitely trivial to deal with these.He Yuhuan thought so.

Pei Mingxuan took the potatoes and carrots, washed them in the sink, and rubbed the mud off the potatoes. It seemed that he was really capable.

He Yuhuan stopped looking at him, turned to the other side with confidence, cracked an egg, coated the sliced ​​tofu with egg liquid and starch, and just turned the tofu in his hand, when he heard a few sharp crackling sounds behind him.

This sound is too loud, a little outrageous...

He Yuhuan looked back suspiciously, and saw that Pei Mingxuan was holding the handle of the kitchen knife with both hands, and had already finished cutting the carrots. Although it seemed that the size of the carrots on the chopping board was astonishingly different, like a pile of irregular orange rocks, since the blade had turned to the potatoes, probably It's just cut.

There were a few more clicks, and the potatoes were dismembered, looking more miserable than the carrots.

He Yuhuan sighed, and came to a conclusion, although Pei Nanshen was very dedicated in acting, he didn't need a substitute for hanging wire, riding a horse, and falling into the water, but his cooking scenes must be hand-substituted.What made him want to cry even more was that it was fine to cut it in a mess, not even peeling the skin.

But there is still one thing to be thankful for—Although Pei Nanshen's chopping posture is weird, at least he has ensured his safety, and he was not injured like Hu Chuanxin.

He Yuhuan put down the tofu in hand and walked to him: "Let me come, you help me coat the tofu, first pass the egg liquid, then coat with starch, coat evenly, don't crush the tofu too hard."

"Okay." Pei Mingxuan put down the kitchen knife and gracefully turned around to deal with the tofu.

He Yuhuan peeled the vegetable pieces bit by bit, cut the large pieces evenly, soaked the potatoes in a bowl, and looked back at Pei Mingxuan, the tofu was only half wrapped. Although it was a bit slow, the finished product was okay, only broken two pieces.He continued to process the meat, and after he had cut up all the ingredients, Pei Mingxuan finished wrapping the tofu.

"What are you going to do next?" He turned around, and there was a piece of white flour on the front of the shirt he had just put on.

He Yuhuan wiped his hands, and in order to maintain the image of Pei Nanshen, he dusted the flour for him: "I'm going to make homemade tofu, these need to be deep-fried first."

"Let me come, fry it in the wok until it's golden, right?" He still has this basic theoretical knowledge, after all, almost all works of art related to deep-fried cuisine will appear in this sentence.

"That's right." He Yuhuan began to prepare the sauce with confidence, and asked casually, "Does Brother Mingxuan often fry things?"

"No, it's the first time." Pei Mingxuan chuckled, obviously speaking of inexperience, but full of confidence.

He Yuhuan yelled in his heart that it was not good, and snatched the chopsticks from his hand: "Wait! Let me do it!" Frying things is easy to explode, and it is common for novices to be burned. He didn't want Pei Nanshen to be burned.

Pei Mingxuan had already turned on the gas stove, and looked at him suspiciously: "Isn't it fried like this?"

"..." He Yuhuan looked at the quiet gas stove, "Let me do it, if the method is wrong, the oil will splash."

Only then did Pei Mingxuan realize the strangeness, and looked down at the heart of the stove: "Why is there no fire, is it broken?"

"Brother Mingxuan, go to rest too, I'll come." He Yuhuan pressed his shoulder, pushed him aside, turned back the switch of the gas stove, pressed it, the heart of the stove made a crackling sound, and turned the switch , the fire burst into flames.

"So I have to press it down." Pei Mingxuan realized in a panic.

"Not only do you have to press, but you have to stop for a few seconds after turning it on, otherwise the anti-leakage device will turn off and the flame will go off." He Yuhuan turned on the range hood, and there was a booming sound. He skillfully put the tofu into the oil, and it didn't take long , A plate of golden fried tofu is out of the pan.

He Yuhuan moved very quickly, using two pots to do both, stewing and frying at the same time, and adjusting the sauce when he had time, and he made a home-cooked dish in a short time.Pei Mingxuan didn't leave. Although he couldn't be a helper in the kitchen, he still helped a little bit by passing the empty basin occasionally.

"The braised fish needs to be cooked for another 5 minutes or so to taste." He Yuhuan glanced at his phone, "It's past twelve o'clock, otherwise you guys eat first, I'll take care of it."

Pei Mingxuan yelled outside, Hu Chuanxin and Shan Gaoming came over to serve the food, Miao Miao and Erhuang were uncontrollable, they also ran over, but were blocked by Pei Mingxuan's long legs outside the door.

When the other two left, the little pets were also taken away. Pei Mingxuan cleaned up the kitchen waste on the countertop, washed the cutting board and put it back on the shelf, and said to He Yuhuan, "Thanks for your hard work."

"Huh?" He Yuhuan stretched out his hand to the cutting board, he was taken aback when he heard the words, and then realized that he was referring to cooking, "It's not hard, I quite like cooking."

He Yuhuan wiped the cutting board dry with a rag, and then put it back again: "This is made of wood, it will get moldy if it is not wiped dry for a long time."

"Won't you be tired? You've been busy for an hour for a single meal." Pei Mingxuan leaned against the countertop, watching him pour soup on the fish with a long iron spoon.

"Of course not." He Yuhuan scooped up a small spoonful of soup, poured it into a plate, and took a sip to taste it. "Cooking makes me feel very relaxed. Watching the ingredients change little by little in my hand and become a delicious dish is very satisfying." A sense of accomplishment."

"Taste." He handed the dish to Pei Mingxuan.

Pei Mingxuan took it, took a sip, and did not hide any emotion, with an expression of enjoyment on his face: "It tastes great."

He Yuhuan nodded happily: "It's this kind of reaction. Every time someone says that, I feel very happy. This feeling is exactly the same as when I saw comments praising my acting skills on the Internet."

"You are an excellent chef."

"I used to think about opening a restaurant like my dad and turning my family's store into a national chain store." A look of sadness flashed in his eyes, "It's a pity that the store disappeared later."

Pei Mingxuan was about to say something, but He Yuhuan curled his lips and laughed again, as if the loss just now was just an illusion: "The braised fish is out of the pot! Brother Mingxuan, dinner is ready!"

Potato radish and chicken soup, braised river crucian carp, homemade tofu, tomato scrambled eggs, garlic vegetables, twice-cooked pork... A table of home-cooked dishes is not worth mentioning in the eyes of stars who often frequent high-end restaurants, but this meal makes people Everyone is full of praise.

"He Yuhuan, did your family run a restaurant from your ancestors? This taste is amazing!" The first plate of homemade tofu bottomed out, and Shan Gaoming didn't even spare the soup base, and swept it into the rice bowl.

"My family opened a fast food restaurant." He Yuhuan said with a smile.

"How do you make your dishes not spicy?" Hu Chuanxin asked.

"Brother Mingxuan doesn't eat spicy food." He Yuhuan thought of something, ran into the kitchen, and brought two cans of sauce, one can of chili sauce, and one can of sweet noodle sauce.

Hu Chuanxin took the chili sauce and poured some, dipped the vegetables with the lightest taste: "Delicious!"

Pei Mingxuan took the sweet noodle sauce, but did not open it, and put it aside: "The taste is so perfect, no other modification is needed."

He Yuhuan laughed, and Pei Nanshen was acting again, obviously his cooking skills were taught by his father, and the taste of the two of them was exactly the same. In the past, Pei Nanshen obviously wanted to dip in sweet noodle sauce when he ate bento from fast food restaurants.

"Is there any difference from what you ate in the film and television city before?" He Yuhuan asked maliciously.

Pei Mingxuan smiled, leaned over, and whispered, "It's a little sweet."

"Sweet? Is there too much sugar?" He Yuhuan took a sip carefully and savored it for a long time. It is obvious that the seasoning ratio is perfect.

The breath in the ear became a little hotter, it was Pei Mingxuan who got closer, and he said in a sexy voice: "It's sweet to be close to you."

After the meal, Shan Gaoming and Hu Chuanxin took the initiative to undertake the work of cleaning up. Although they were not very good at it, they were embarrassed to let He Yuhuan do all the housework alone, so they insisted on letting him guide them. After a long time, I finally didn't break the tableware again.

In the afternoon, the director team came to announce the task, which was to go to the nursing home in the village to perform for the elderly.This is the strength of the four of them. They picked some favorite songs of the old people, sang, danced and acted, and received a wave of praise. They also received a task reward from the program group - a big watermelon.

Watermelons are not suitable for long storage, so this night, the four of them sat in a row on the sofa with half a large watermelon in their hands.Watermelon is sweet and watery. In the air-conditioned room in summer, it is a great enjoyment to eat with a spoon, but the amount is too large, and it is still a bit full.

After nine o'clock, the watermelon was finished, and the four of them rubbed their swollen bellies and prepared to go back to the room. He Yuhuan walked to the second floor and was about to enter the room when Pei Mingxuan grabbed his hand.

Pei Mingxuan looked serious: "Take a change of clothes and come to my room."