Chapter 81 Conquering Teacher Han Sha with Cooking Skills

Song Yan trotted to the vegetable market near the school and bought a spare ribs, two potatoes, a cabbage, half a catty of pork and half a catty of green peppers.

He intends to cook three dishes, roasted pork ribs with potatoes, boiled cabbage, and shredded pork with green peppers. They are all ordinary home-cooked dishes, but the simpler the dishes, the more skillful they will be.

After buying the vegetables, Song Yan went straight to Han Sha's bachelor apartment.

"Tuk Tuk."

Knocked on the door, and soon there were footsteps coming from inside.

"Yo, you really went shopping for groceries." Han Sha jokingly looked at the vegetables in Song Yan's hands.

"A gentleman speaks quickly, and besides, how dare I lie to Teacher Han, Meimei?" While speaking, Song Yan walked in with a dish, and took out slippers from the shoe rack very rudely and put them on.

"It's getting poorer and poorer." Han Sha scolded with a smile.

"Hehe." Song Yan smiled and went straight to the kitchen with the dishes.

Han Sha was a little curious, so she followed her to the door of the kitchen. Under her gaze, Song Yan began to wash rice and cook, wash and cut vegetables, which seemed quite decent to her.

Song Yan glanced at Han Sha, who was standing at the door of the kitchen, and expressed her intentions. She put the chopped cabbage in the vegetable pocket, and washed the two potatoes.

Suddenly, he threw a potato into the air, his right hand was flying like a knife, and his movements were getting faster and faster, and he could only see a snow-white shadow of the knife.

In less than a second, a potato was peeled cleanly. At the same time, Song Yan waved the kitchen knife and drew a circle in the air. The kitchen knife seemed to have suction, and gathered the scattered potato skins onto the knife. Then, When he grabbed it with his left hand, the peeled potato fell into his hand.

"Snapped!"

The blade was turned over, and all the potato skins on it fell into the trash can. Song Yan then did the same and peeled another potato.

The whole process was like running water together, and it didn't take more than five seconds. Han Sha, who was standing at the door of the kitchen, was stunned and speechless.

Song Yan didn't seem to see Han Sha's surprised appearance, and once again carried the knife like a fly, accompanied by a rapid and even sound of "duo du du duo" cutting vegetables, all the two potatoes were cut into thumb-sized diced potatoes, and then, Song Yan grabbed one end of the cutting board, flicked his wrist, and all the diced potatoes on the cutting board flew into another vegetable pocket.

Next, Song Yan performed cutting ribs, cutting pork, and cutting green peppers.

The action was almost at its extreme. In less than two minutes, when the preparations were completed, Song Yan turned on the gas stove and started cooking.

Potato-cooked spareribs, shredded pork with green peppers, and boiled cabbage were all boiled in Song Yan's juggling process, and bursts of tempting aromas came out.

During the whole process, Han Sha had been standing at the door of the kitchen and stared at Song Yan while cooking. The process seemed unbelievable to her. Even a super chef might not be able to do it like Song Yan.

"Mr. Han, how about the taste of my cooking?"

Song Yan put all three dishes on the table and sent an invitation to Han Sha, who had not returned to God.

"Don't think that you can make delicious dishes with a few tricks." Han Sha said stubbornly.

"You'll know if it tastes good or not." Song Yan said confidently. He has super chef skills, and he used his real energy to control the heat. It can be said that the taste of these three dishes has been released to the extreme. If This is not delicious, there is no delicious food in the world.

Han Sha took the chopsticks handed over by Song Yan, picked up a piece of diced potato and put it in her mouth. At first, her expression was a little disapproving, but after the potato was in, her expression suddenly changed, surprised, surprised, intoxicated, and more Unbelievable.

She swallowed the diced potato in just two bites, and quickly picked up a piece of spareribs.

"Well...it's so delicious, I can't describe it." After just taking a bite, a thick meaty juice overflowed from the ribs. Suddenly, her mouth was full of saliva, and she wished to swallow the meat and bones together. .

There is a saying that you can't stop at all.

This is the case with Hansa now. After trying potatoes and ribs, she tried shredded pork with green peppers and boiled cabbage. Every dish was delicious.

Then, she frantically took the vegetables and put them in her mouth. When she realized that this was not right, there were only a few diced potatoes left in the roasted pork ribs, and only the clear soup was left with the boiled cabbage, and the shredded pork with green peppers Not only the shredded meat, but even the green peppers were not left at all.

Looking at Song Yan who smiled and said nothing, Han Sha was both shy and angry: "Hey, why didn't you stop me, I've finished all the dishes."

"Wipe your mouth."

Song Yan handed Han Sha a tissue.

Han Sha blushed, took the tissue to wipe off the oil stains on the corner of her mouth, and snorted coldly: "Hmph, this time you pass the test, I will accept your fake, but I have a condition, otherwise, except tomorrow, don't think about me in the future. I agree to your leave."

"What conditions?" Song Yan asked cautiously.

"In this way, you will come and cook for me every three days in the future." Han Sha said nervously. The dishes made by Song Yan are so delicious that her stomach has been captured by him. Thinking that she will not be able to eat the delicious food just now, she feels that she has to worry about gains and losses.

Hearing Han Sha's condition, Song Yan was overjoyed. This was an opportunity to get close to Han Sha. However, instead of showing urgency, he deliberately pretended to be hesitant: "Is this...?"

Seeing Song Yan's hesitation, Han Sha's heart tightened instantly, and she threatened: "If you dare to agree, I won't allow your fake tomorrow."

"No, Mr. Han Sha, I promise you." Song Yan wailed.

Seeing Song Yan agree, Han Sha couldn't help showing a hint of pride: "It's not too bad."

But he didn't realize that Song Yan's eyes flashed with joy.

The next morning, Song Yan arrived at the Zhao Family Boxing and Martial Arts Hall half an hour earlier, and met Zhao Fengyang and Zhao Xiaoyu in the office.

"Hello, Brother Zhao, Sister Xiaoyu is getting more and more beautiful." Song Yan greeted the two with a smile.

"Your skin is itchy!" Zhao Xiaoyu said with almond eyes.

"Well, you're getting uglier!" Song Yan quickly changed his words.

"Song Yan, I'm going to kill you!"

Zhao Xiaoyu flew up and punched Song Yan's chest. Song Yan just flicked his foot and easily avoided Zhao Xiaoyu's attack.

However, Zhao Xiaoyu was unwilling to stop there, twisted her figure and continued to attack. Unfortunately, the gap between her and Song Yan was too great. She made more than ten moves, and she didn't even touch the corner of Song Yan's clothes.

"Okay, Xiaoyu, don't make trouble, you are not A Yan's opponent." Zhao Fengyang said to stop it.

Zhao Xiaoyu knew that the elder brother was right, so he had to stop angrily, but he was unwilling to give Song Yan a look that "will make you look good one day".

However, Song Yan shrugged in disapproval, and immediately made Zhao Xiaoyu's teeth itch with anger.

"Ayan sit down, I have something to tell you." Zhao Fengyang pointed at the sofa.

"Okay, Brother Zhao." Song Yan nodded, sat down on the sofa, and then Zhao Fengyang said, "Xiaoyu helps Ah Yan pour a glass of water."

"He doesn't have hands and feet, let him fall by himself." Zhao Xiaoyu said angrily.

"It's okay, I'm not thirsty." Song Yan winked at Zhao Xiaoyu.

"...You...!" Zhao Xiaoyu was furious.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Fengyang was also a little dumbfounded: "You two are really happy friends, Ayan, don't provoke Xiaoyu again."

"Understood Brother Zhao." Song Yan's expression turned straight, and he made a sound of listening.