Chapter 201 (1/2)

Chapter 201: Kitchen Monster (Continuation)

“Humm, no problem,” Yuan Zhou indicated that it was no problem to watch a novice cook dishes. Although, he himself was no more than a novice in the evaluation of the Master Chef.

“Ok, you decide,” Wu Hai shrugged carelessly.

“Yes, let’s go,” Yuan Zhou nodded and urged him with a word.

When they arrived at the second floor, Wu Hai went up and opened the door. As usual, Yuan Zhou said, “Of dirty, disorderly and bad taste, your room fulfills two criteria.”

“The rough sketches of all the paintings cannot be discarded casually,” Wu Hai still knew about shame.

Besides, the rough sketch of the painters indeed couldn’t be discarded casually, especially for a well-known painter.

“Ho Ho,” Yuan Zhou answered with two meaningful words and revealed an expression of “You try to comprehend by yourself”.

“Zheng Jiawei will clear them away in a moment,” Wu Hai recalled Zheng Jiawei and said naturally.

“You have got a really good broker,” Yuan Zhou said admiringly when he thought of the almighty broker of Wu Hai.

“Humm, he’s really nice.” Only when he talked to others did Wu Hai speak highly of Zheng Jiawei.

Since Yuan Zhou started to learn the composition, he had been to Wu Hai’s art studio for three times. When he came for the first time, he discovered his hesitation of the previous time when he had intended to look for Wu Hai was completely unnecessary, because the entire second floor was Wu Hai’s home.

Wu Hai had rented the entire floor as his home and art studio. Rich people were always so capricious.

As for the remaining time, he just spent it on studying the composition in his restaurant. Since he seldom went to other people’s places, it was likewise the first time that he had seen Wu Hai’s kitchen.

A large kitchen was left in the two rooms that were connected. Inside the kitchen was a full set of brand-new kitchenware with the metallic surface glittering, appearing rather clean. However, everything was basically new and totally unused except for a cup on top of the kitchen range.

“You have never used them once?” Yuan Zhou felt at least they were supposed to be used once, even if just for instant noodles.

“Your restaurant was opened not long after I moved here. Therefore, I don’t need them anymore,” Wu Hai answered straightforwardly.

“Well, what about the remaining time?” Yuan Zhou asked vaguely, generally indicating there was also some time when he had to shut the door and sleep.

“When your restaurant is closed, I naturally stay hungry. What do you otherwise think?” The grudges of Wu Hai instantly emitted into the air.

“He’s really a loyal and devoted fan, isn’t he?” Yuan Zhou thought in the heart.

“You can clear your kitchen first and do the cooking in a while,” Yuan Zhou stood up straight and said while pointing at the kitchen.

“You want to change the subject,” Wu Hai made the conclusion and didn’t intend to move.

“If you don’t wipe them clean, you can eat the dishes cooked by yourself,” seeing Wu Hai just standing there straight, Yuan Zhou said bluntly.

“I’m good at painting while Jiawei is good at this work,” stroking his small mustache, Wu Hai said frankly.

“As you please,” Yuan Zhou wouldn’t force him to clear away the kitchen. After all, he was also not good at washing the bowls.

“I’m coming in.” With the sound of a rotating lock passing from the door, Zheng Jiawei entered while carrying a heap of ingredients.

“You eventually come back. Please just clean the kitchen and leave the ingredients to me,” Wu Hai said naturally.

“I have prepared the ingredients for the dishes of Stewed Beef Brisket with Tomato, Stir-fried Chicken Nuggets with Green Pepper, Sautéed Sliced Pork with Pepper and Chili and last the Stir-fried Cabbage as well as the dessert dish of the watermelon fruit mix and the radishes that you require.”

He first greeted Yuan Zhou smilingly and then went to the kitchen with the ingredients. While he was taking them out, he said that.

“Humm, wash the kitchen first,” Wu Hai was eager to have a try on Yuan Zhou’s teaching.

“It’s too early for the lunch if you start to cook at this time of the day,” Zheng Jiawei took a look at the time.

“No, it won’t happen. I will do the cooking,” Wu Hai originally meant that he cooked slowly.

“Are you saying you will cook?” Zheng Jiawei opened his eyes wide and extended a feminine orchid finger before saying in disbelief while pointing at Wu Hai.

“Yes. I haven’t cooked by myself for a long time,” Wu Hai said affirmatively.

“Then I will leave after I do the cleaning,” Zheng Jiawei had never uttered words so decisively.