Chapter 964: 975th Makes Beijiao Vegetables Sweet

Chapter 964: The 95th Nail Makes The Beijiao Cut Vegetables Sweet
No one dared to bother.
Even Feng Nai asked Mo Bei to teach him to cook.
The steward standing beside them seemed as if he had not heard.
Not to mention the grandeur of Feng's chef.
Mo Bei raised his eyebrows, "Cooking?"
Feng Nai said "Hmm", holding an eggplant in her hand, and she wanted to cut it: "After my parents got divorced, Linkeng was hungry. I would always have one or two dishes.
In this posture, Mo Bei could not see his expression.
When I heard the steward said, only Mrs. Feng came back.
His head dropped, his black hair covered his eyes, and he didn't even smile.
Mo Bei reached out, took his wrist, and sent his hand under the faucet: "The eggplant needs to be washed and peeled first."
Feng Nai looked at her movements, bending her eyes and smiling for a while, where Mo Bei could not see.
Sure enough, pretending to be poor is most useful in front of a "little brother".
"Be careful with the knife, don't cut into your own hands." Mo Bei's fingertips were on the back of Feng Nai's hand.
"Okay." Feng Nai responded loosely, without much change in his hands.
Mo Bei looked to the side and pulled a peeler from the kitchen utensil rack next to it: "Use it to peel."
Feng Nai took over, but peeling was a lot easier, but there was less physical contact, which made him squint, not very happy.
Mo Bei could see his low air pressure. After all, it is also conceivable that people who have never touched the sun are always fingers. Standing in the kitchen in this way is still not good at him, and he will definitely be impatient.
She looked at his side, not many tricks to coax, and said, "Where do you go after dinner?"
"Huh?" Feng Nai was still thinking about how to make more physical contact. After hearing this sentence, the corners of her mouth really rose up: "Where to go?"
Mo Bei looked away, his voice was light: "Isn't the captain asking me to do one day's work? Only at home?"
"Of course not." Feng Nai's tone slowly said: "Wait until you can really teach me to cook."
Mo Bei glanced down at the peeled eggplant: "Let's make braised eggplant, you and Xiaomi Lin both like to eat, and it's so cut."
"Um." Feng Nai doesn't care what he does, as long as this person is standing where he can easily reach him and let him see.
In fact, Mo Bei still overestimated the cooking level of everyone.
The "good cut" she thinks is very different from what Feng Nai thinks.
The side dish of tomato and braised eggplant is solved quickly.
But Feng Na slightly twisted her eyebrows all the way, and she would wipe her hands with a knife.
The housekeeper looked around, and silently prepared the paper pump.
After all, the young master's clean habit is obvious to all.
In the past, the young master didn't even look at a place like the kitchen.
In his words, there is a lot of bacteria.
Now why stand there and embarrass yourself?
What did the young master think? He really didn't understand.
Feng Nai also has some regrets. What is not good to learn, but to learn to cook. Should he choose better from cycling and swimming? Otherwise, there will be physical contact, and his brain will be useless for too long. Brother forgot.
The mentality of White Lotus can be imagined.
The face of Jun Meimei, although still indifferent, gave her thin lips a slight flick.
After Mo Bei took his micro expression into his eyes, he looked at the eggplant cubes with different levels under his hands and suddenly raised his hand ...
(End of this chapter)