Chapter 787: What idiot question

Fancheng Toutiao got the opportunity to interview this time through the familiar relationship between the boss and Yan Yu, so it was Mo reporter who was the best, most intellectual and beautiful on the platform.
Reporter Mo entered the main house and was amazed by the high technology of the main house.
Not only makes people feel comfortable, but also doesn't think she is dogleg.
"Reporter, please, do it for a while first, the young lady is changing clothes, and Shao Yan is in the kitchen to help her make things, and he will come out later."
A group of four reporters, filming, interviewing, and lighting.
Reporter Mo found out about the New World: "What did you say, Shao Yan is in the kitchen? He actually went to the kitchen himself?"
"We, Shao Yan, occasionally go to the kitchen to make young lady what she wants to eat."? "This is incredible. Shao Yan actually cooks. I thought he was a person who didn't touch Yang Chunshui.
"Originally not, it will be with a young grandma." Sanjin said plainly, as if it were a normal thing.
"Then can we go to the kitchen and take a picture of Yan Shao cooking?" Reporter Mo asked cautiously.
Sanjin refused in one mouth: "Of course not. You can't broadcast everything except interviews. You should understand the rules."
"We know we know, but if we take the picture of Shao Yan cooking, it will be more helpful for Shao Yan to clarify this time."
Reporter Mo persuaded.
If she could capture the scene of Yan Shao cooking, that would be the greatest report of her journalist career.
That glamorous and noble Yan Shao, who is like a god, can also have such a grounded side.
Sanjin thought for a while, and Shao Yan would not object to anything that would help Madam Yan. He said, "I'll ask first."
Sanjin entered the kitchen and came out after a while: "Please come in with me, the kitchen is a bit messy."
Reporter Mo walked into the kitchen. Needless to say how big and luxurious the kitchen is, but... it's really messy.
Yan Shao stood tall by the stove, surrounded by a white apron. He was still wearing a military uniform and had not been changed.
The medal on his shoulder illustrates his noble status.
There is such a charming scene when a man wears an apron.
The camera quickly captured this scene.
Reporter Mo walked over, the man's handsome and innocent profile made her miss a beat. Although she was no longer a girl, the old woman's heart could be disturbed in the face of this handsome face.
"Don't look at what you shouldn't, ask if you have any questions." Yan Yu stared at the noodles in the pot coldly.
Reporter Mo adjusted his mentality and said in a serious manner: "Shao Yan, what are you doing?"
"Hot and sour noodles."
"You will cook by yourself. This is something that everyone would never think of."
"Luo Luo wants to eat."
Yan Yu took the noodles out and put them in the soup. He picked up his chopsticks and took a sip. The taste was unsatisfactory, but now that the reporter has come, Luo Luo has been waiting for so long, fearing she will be starved.
Just eat this first.
In the evening, if he takes time to practice, it will taste better next time.
"Are you talking about your wife Ye Luo?" Reporter Mo asked.
Yan Yu glanced at her coldly, "Otherwise, who else do you think there can be?"
Why did Fancheng Toutiao send such a stupid reporter over and ask what idiotic question?
Yan Yu picked up the hot and sour noodles and walked out.
The reporter and camera followed, shooting all the way.
Yan Yu put the hot and sour noodles in front of the five or six-meter-long dining table. The golden nanmu table was thick and heavy, making this bowl of hot and sour noodles look incompatible with such an expensive table.