With the previous experience of cutting his hand as a lesson, the president decided not to show off his skills.

Look, I flipped through the recipe for a while.

I ordered some more ingredients.

Bo Yanzhou immediately decided on a few dishes.

Did he remember that the kid loved to eat crab roe buns?

Then make a crab roe bun!

It’s not enough to just eat buns, we need a dish, right?

But what should I do?

He couldn't afford to make any mistakes this time.

President Bo thought, since the kid doesn't like to eat vegetables anyway, he might as well just stir-fry something simple to make up the number.

I just saw a dish of stir-fried cabbage on the recipe?

He remembered the process seemed quite simple...

Governor Bo Yanzhou glanced and moved his gaze to the two people standing beside him who looked exactly the same except for their different colors, one green and one purple.

Yo!

This cabbage is quite fashionable and comes in two colors!

Um.

The big boss became interested, picked up a purple one, cut it into shreds and put it directly into the pot.

[[Shocked] [Shocked] Am I completely ignorant? Can purple cabbage be stir-fried? Isn't this just supposed to be eaten cold? ? ]

[[Covering my face] I've fried this stuff before. It changes color when it gets hot. It turns black and blue and gets stuck in your teeth. Eating it is like being poisoned [shameful]]

[Uh...so...does the boss know how to cook?]

I think it's pretty bad. I even think he was going to take the cabbage, but when he saw the purple cabbage looked just like the cabbage but had a brighter color, he turned around and took the purple cabbage.

[+1]

[+1]

In an instant, oil smoke rose up, and oil spots popped out directly.

President Bo, perhaps because he lacked confidence in himself or was simply too cautious, had already taken the pot lid and stood in front of him for protection.

He was fine now, but Bo Shiyu, who was being ordered by him to knead the dough, was miserable!

The crackling sound, coupled with the smoke that filled the shed, caused Bo Shiyu to choke and become life-or-death unknown.

***!!!

Dog man!!

Is this a stir-fry?? This is stir-frying!!!

If Bo Shiyu hadn't known for a long time how terrible Bo Yanzhou's cooking skills were, he would have really suspected that this was the bastard's revenge on him!

Seeing the smell of oil smoke getting stronger and stronger, the young boy's eyelids twitched and he couldn't stand it anymore!

He ran out holding the basin.

Living daddy!!

Living daddy!!!

He is such a fucking dad!!!

When he went to the kitchen before, he didn't see Uncle Li making such a big noise when cooking!

Is this guy's brain working?

For some reason, he suddenly had a bad feeling...

The shed over here was in chaos, and the other sheds were hardly quiet either.

Just like Mr. Bo, none of the six adults present could cook.

Ji Heng and Ji Ziyao hadn't even started yet, and the father and son had a heated argument over the childish question of whether to cook the fish or the chicken first.

Zuo Wenjin had some cooking experience, so he and Zuo Xin got busy with the work with a clear division of labor.

Bo Shuran and Bo Yanli also cooperated very well.

When Bo Yanli was a child, he learned to cook because Liu Manlian ignored him and Bo Yuqi most of the time.

In his previous life, Bo Shuran learned how to make dim sum in order to please his father.

The two of them had a clear division of labor, one cooked and the other prepared dessert, and their movements were very efficient.

As for An Moyan, he had never cooked before, so the father and son agreed on a division of labor: one would cook and the other would wash the vegetables.

As a result, An An, a greedy person, started to eat the tomatoes while washing them.

By the time An Moyan discovered it, An An had already eaten 1.5 of the two tomatoes.

He turned around and took a look. He even took a bite of each of the carrots, green vegetables, and eggplants. The only thing he didn't bite was the lively fish in the bucket.

Looking at his greedy son, An Moyan immediately held his forehead with a headache. If he scolded him, he would look aggrieved. If he didn't scold him, he would become more and more presumptuous.

The man sighed, raised his hand and pulled An An, whose cheeks were puffed up like a hamster, out from the pile of vegetables. He deliberately said with a serious face: "Where are the tomatoes I asked you to wash?"

An An blinked, stuffed the tomato with 0.5 left into his father's hand, and took a bite of the cucumber: "Here you go."

An Moyan's eyelids jumped: "Then where are the cucumbers I asked you to wash? Where are the eggplants? Where are the carrots? Why are they all bitten?"

An An glared, twisted his body and wanted to run out, twisting and shouting: "Dad, don't be angry... I owe you, Zi Yao will pay you back~"

An Moyan was immediately amused: "Zi Yao gave it back to me? What's your relationship with Zi Yao? Why did you ask him to give it back to me?"

"Look at you, little greedy cat, taking bites here and there. Why don't you just eat the fish?"

"Fish, fish?" In another shed, Zhuzhuer, with her big, wise eyes, was lying on a stone exposed to the sun outside the shed, poking the big fat fish on it curiously.

The little cat tilted its head and asked curiously in a baby voice, "Uncle Shan, what's this fish poop?"

Actor Bo, who was determined to give his little niece a perfect lunch, was looking for a stone to sharpen his knife with high spirits.

Hearing Zhuzhu's question, the eldest lady wiped the sweat from her forehead, turned her head and squinted at the fish on the chopping board. She thought for a moment and replied, "It looks like... half dead?"

"Zhuzhu, don't squat there. It's so hot and you'll get a heat stroke. Come back quickly. When it dies of thirst, your uncle will make you steamed sea bass!"

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