Chapter 2276: Defeated in a bowl of tomato omelette noodles

"No. I want to eat this now."
"Okay." Mo Shixiu hooked his lips and reached out to gently rub her hair. "You wait, I will do it for you now."

Jiang Luoli thought she had picked the simplest one, Mo Shixiu could do it anyway.
But she was wrong.
She is omnipotent. Her almost versatile husband lost her first bowl of tomato omelette noodles.
Mo Shixiu is very serious in studying.
The chef also taught very carefully.
When the finished product came out, he still had to admit that it was indeed impossible for people to be all-round.
No matter how powerful people are.
He can easily get rid of things that ordinary people find difficult to reach. But he was even struck by a simple bowl of tomato omelette noodles.
The eggs in the bowl were fried to charcoal black by naked eyes.
The noodles were also cooked for a long time, and after a while, they were lumped in the bowl like dough.
He looked at the bowl of fried egg noodles without any appearance, picked up the noodles with chopsticks, and tasted it.
Then, the man frowned, and his dissatisfaction appeared in his eyes.
Mo Shixiu swallowed the face in his mouth very hard.
After a few seconds, he dropped his chopsticks and turned around. His eyes were cold and dark, and his voice didn’t sound very pleasant:
What’s going on, why is my face like this? Which step did I take? Do it well?"
"This..." The chef who won many international awards was stared at the forehead with cold sweats, and hurriedly said, "Mr. those steps are indeed correct. Maybe it is because of time and fire."
To be honest, let him be taught by an international chef to make tomato omelette, which is definitely overkill.
The chef can naturally make a bowl of tomato omelet.
Of course, there is absolute faith that can teach Mo Shixiu.
After all, it's just a bowl of noodles, and there's nothing to talk about cooking or cooking.
The chef did not expect that Mo Shixiu would cook the noodles like this.
The whole bowl of noodles looks terrible.
It's like messing everything up, the noodles are mushy, and the tomatoes are rotten, anyway, the selling is particularly tragic.
Mo Shixiu stared at the bowl of noodles he had just cooked and frowned: "Don't master the time and the heat?"
"Yes." Chef Bi Gongbi respectfully said, "As long as you have mastered these two points, there will be no problem. In fact, this bowl of noodles is not so bad. It is very rare for the husband to cook like this for the first time. Now."
The chef patted his against his conscience: "What's more, this is Mr. Young's cooking for the young lady. I think the appearance and taste are the second. It is extremely rare for the husband to have this heart. No matter what you make Like, the young lady will like it."
"Since it has to be done, it must be done." Mo Shixiu poured the bowl of noodles into the trash can. "I will do it again."
Mo Shixiu spent a long time in the kitchen.
Jiang Luoli, who had been waiting for him for a long time, couldn't sit still.
It’s been more than an hour since Mo Shixiu repaired a bowl of tomato omelette.
Not ready.
Jiang Luoli came down from the upstairs, and as soon as he walked to the hall, he saw several maids standing on the side and whispering.
Everyone has a very envious expression on his face.
"Mister is really good, since he cooks for the sake of Mrs. Young. This is the first time for Mr. to cook? That's how the young man has such treatment."
"What's this, the lady doesn't mean that the gentleman is for the young lady,