Chapter 174 (2/2)

”Is she the only one in the world who can cook? Show off everywhere. ”

Xiangyang clenched his fist, hit the soft bed hard, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to go downstairs.

She didn't know where she came from.

She just wants Yue Yu to see that cooking is such a simple thing that she can do as long as she studies.

Thinking about it, Xiangyang went downstairs and smiled when he saw the nanny at home.

”Aunt, why don't you teach me to cook soup now.”

Xiangyang nervously rubbed the corners of his clothes. When he saw that the kitchen was subconsciously trying to avoid, but when he remembered that Leyu had mung bean soup, a virtuous and virtuous appearance, he was not angry.

How could the nanny who saw this scene not know that the current Xiangyang is blocked and wants to perform better than Le Yu in front of Jiang Yuanzhou.

The nanny originally liked Xiangyang and hated the people who later inserted into other people's families. Now she looked at Xiangyang and nodded happily.

”Of course, but a man wants to capture his stomach. He must study hard and make it for the young master in the future, so that he won't be seduced by other women.”

Knowing that he had been read through, Xiang Yang gave a strange cold hum: ”whoever wants to cook for him, I want to cook for my son.”

Although she said so, she still smiled and pushed the nanny to the kitchen and learned every step skillfully.

”I have a cookbook for you to learn from. You are busy in the kitchen now. If you have anything to do, you can call me.”

A simple demonstration of the nanny after frying a dish. When she heard the two children arguing in the living room, she ran over in a hurry.

Xiangyang wanted to call the nanny back, but now she has to be busy with other things. She couldn't help sighing, frowning and looking at everything in front of her.

It used to be that math was like astronomical numbers when I was at school. Now it seems that the recipe is the same.

”What is right amount? What is a number? Why don't the cooks write clearly. ”

Angrily threw the recipe aside, Xiangyang rolled up his sleeve with a cold hum and looked down at the tableware.

”Don't think I will shrink back, I will conquer you with my strength.”

Cooking, uh huh... As long as it's cooked.

Xiangyang felt a little uncomfortable, but now he had nothing to say. He carefully added seasoning to the pot step by step according to the steps on the menu.

In a few minutes, he lit a fire at Yangguan, contentedly picked up the blackened soup and put it on the plate.

”Is this edible?” When he said this sentence subconsciously, Xiang Yang took a spoon and wanted to have a drink. In the end, his face collapsed and he didn't have the courage to throw it aside.

I don't want to eat the soup made. Jiang Yuanzhou won't want to come. Moreover, there is a gap between the color and smell of Leyu.

Disgusted, he dumped everything in the trash can. Xiangyang's face was decadent and even desperate. But at this time, he saw that Dousha walked into the kitchen with his head stretched out.

”Mommy, why don't you take out the prepared food for Dad?”