Xu Qingzhi: "Okay."

She asked Paperman to help clean up her WeChat some time ago, and now WeChat is quite empty, with not many people.

There is no other reason, it's just that someone added her when he was in the entertainment circle before, and chatted with her privately about buying groceries, but she ignored him. As a result, that star posted on Weibo saying that she was famous and ignored him.

So, let the paper man delete all these people who have nothing to do with him.

I don’t think Mu Mingqian’s brother would be such a boring person.

Mu Mingqian told his brother and added him on WeChat.

He went into the house and walked towards the kitchen.

"Brother, let me cook tonight."

"How can that be!" Xu Fuqiang raised his hand to refuse, blocking his action. It was unreasonable to let the guest do it, especially since he had helped to harvest potatoes for two days.

Mu Mingqian begged, "Brother, please don't be polite to me. Just let me cook. I've been itching to cook since I saw these dishes."

He rubbed his hands and was almost kneeling down to beg him.

Xu Fuqiang didn't know how tempting these ingredients were to Mu Mingqian.

He couldn't hold back his thoughts yesterday. If he hadn't been unfamiliar with the family yesterday, he would have occupied the kitchen last night. It was only today, when he became more familiar with the Xu family, that he had the nerve to bring it up.

Xu Fuqiang wouldn't agree to that.

The two of us were having a tug of war in the kitchen, you pushing and I asking for favors.

It was Xu Zijun who passed by the kitchen. "Mom asked me to ask you what you were arguing about. Dad, why haven't you cooked yet? My sister said she was hungry."

There was no other choice. In the end, Mu Mingqian became the head chef and Xu Fuqiang insisted on helping him.

In the end, he was squeezed out by several of Mu Mingqian's disciples.

"Master, the most delicious ingredients are often cooked in the simplest way. Let me cook this chicken into a boiled chicken."

"Master, let me make the pickled cabbage."

"master……"

Mu Mingqian drove them away: "Everyone get out! Don't compete with me!"

Little bastard, he had finally snatched the kitchen away, with such great ingredients, of course he wanted to enjoy the joy of making delicious food alone.

This led to Xu Zijun falling into ecstasy when he looked at the table full of food.

No matter how delicious his mom’s cooking is, I won’t be very surprised because I’ve been eating it since I was a child. I just think it’s the familiar taste of my mom.

But the dish on the table in front of me is completely different from what my mother prepared. Looking at and smelling it, it is so delicious.

The highest-end ingredients only require the simplest cooking method: stir-fry the chicken first and then make soup.

Mu Mingqian didn't add anything and boiled the chicken soup for half an hour. The meat was tender and retained a strong chicken flavor. The soup was delicious and was served with a dish of soul-dipping sauce on the side.

The fish meat is cut into slices and put in the sour tomato soup, which makes people's appetite whetted at the first sight and they can't help but swallow their saliva.

A bowl of sour plum pork ribs, a pot of braised duck with potatoes, a bowl of stir-fried Chinese cabbage, a bowl of lettuce with garlic, a bowl of golden and smooth egg and meat soup, a bowl of bitter gourd stuffed with meat, and a bowl of fried sweet sausage with dried radish.

In addition to these dishes, Xu Qingzhi actually saw double skin milk!

I was shocked. When did he do this? He could cook so many dishes by himself.

Not only is there double skin milk, but there is also a light yellow dessert with white crystals sprinkled on it that are easy to recognize. It is white sugar, and there looks like corn inside.

After Mu Mingqian finished cooking, he cleaned up the kitchen. There was nothing he could do about it; as a chef, he was obsessed with cleanliness in the kitchen.

He wiped his hands and came out, his face full of satisfaction: "Let's eat."

The crows and big cats drooled at the fragrance in the air.

"Meow~" Another meow.

Xu Qingzhi looked at the chicken in the soup pot. Everyone was enjoying the meal with their mouths drooling. It was not easy for him to reach out with his chopsticks to break off two chicken legs for the two little ones to eat.

He coaxed them with his spiritual sense: "I will stew it for you in the spiritual space tonight."

"This chicken is delicious even when stewed in this way. The meat is so tender and has no fishy smell. It also has a sweet taste when you chew it. It is truly a top-notch free-range chicken." Aaron praised.

Even Wang Yanmei and Xu Fuqiang looked very satisfied after eating.

It's clearly the same ingredients, but when it comes to different people, the taste is different.

Moreover, Xu Qingzhi discovered that her mother used to eat little, but these past two days, she didn't have to cook, but she only ate two bowls of food.

It’s like a cook, no matter how delicious the food is, he or she will have a poor appetite when eating the food he or she cooks.

The person who cooks often has the worst appetite at the table.

Mu Mingqian was unsure and asked, "Brother, sister, are these dishes to your taste?"

After all, the tastes of food in every place are different, and he has been abroad for many years, so these dishes are relatively light.

Wang Yanmei nodded, "It's delicious."

Xu Fuqiang gave a thumbs up.

One of the apprentices was even more flattering, "Master, I rarely get to eat the dishes you cook. They are so delicious that I almost want to bite my tongue off. I have to have at least three bowls tonight."

"Me too, me too, I'll start with two bowls."

“It’s delicious.”

Seeing that everyone was enjoying the meal, Mu Mingqian finally put his mind at ease about ruining the ingredients.

Xu Zijun looked at the dessert sprinkled with white sugar in front of him and asked curiously, "What is this?"

Aaron introduced: "Honeycomb corn, don't you have this here?"

Xu Zijun shook his head. "This is the first time I've seen it, and the first time I've heard of it. How can I eat this whole piece?"

Aaron picked up his chopsticks and said, "Just like that, poke off a piece and eat it with it."

Mu Mingqian added, "I saw some corn and made this. It's sweet, so if you're afraid of getting sick of it, you can eat less."

Although Xu Qingzhi was born in Meicheng, a city that loves spicy food, he could accept sweets. He reached out and poked a piece to taste it.

His eyes lit up, and when he ate something delicious, he clapped his hands unconsciously: "It's delicious."

It tastes crispy, has a crunchy texture, and has the aroma of corn. With the white sugar sprinkled on it, it makes a crunchy sound in your mouth and is very fragrant.

Seeing that their daughter said it was delicious, Wang Yanmei and Xu Fuqiang also picked up their chopsticks and took a piece to taste.

Xu Fuqiang: “It’s really delicious.”

Wang Yanmei: "Xiao Qian, can you teach me how to make this? I'll make it for Qingzhi and the others later."

Wang Yanmei always maintains a high level of enthusiasm for learning about the things children love to eat.

It was clearly a dessert after the meal, but after a few chopsticks of food, the honeycomb corn became the first thing on the plate to be emptied.

Mu Mingqian nodded and smiled: "Of course, sister, I will make another one tomorrow, you watch beside me and record the video."

"Okay, Master." Wang Yanmei nodded.

This word "Master" inexplicably made everyone at the table laugh.

It was a meal that was extremely enjoyable.