Chapter 188: No talent for cooking

After hearing this, Tang Qi had the idea of ​​stealing someone’s cooking skills.

She tried it twice at home, and the resulting fruit juice tasted terrible. Aunt Liu even had diarrhea after drinking it.

"Can I learn it?"

The man looked at her solemnly, "Don't you like the milk that's delivered to you every day?"

“I just like it so much that I want to make it myself.”

"I think it's too much trouble for you to have someone deliver it every day."

"It's not a big deal."

Tang Qi looked at him steadily, "Just tell me, do you want me to teach you?"

Mo Shaochen felt helpless and depressed. Could he refuse her?

"You can learn from her, but the cook will strictly adjust the amount of milk and juice you drink according to your body's daily needs. If you exceed the limit, it will increase the burden on your body and may cause other diseases," he explained.

Can't drink more? Tang Qi was vaguely disappointed, but his face remained calm.

"I see."

After lunch, when the servants cleaned up the kitchen, Tang Qi began to learn how to mix milk and juice from the cook.

When she saw the cook open the refrigerator, she instantly understood the difference.

The five-story double-row freezer is filled with imported fruits that are airlifted in that day. They are so fresh that they seem as if they were just picked from the tree, and you can smell the fragrance from the fruit stems.

Then there's the juicer.

Imported from Germany, ultra-low speed precision extrusion can 100% retain the nutrition and taste of the juice, and the entire process is vacuum, sterile and antioxidant.

Tang Qi finally understood why the fruit juice milk she mixed was not only unpalatable but also caused diarrhea after drinking it.

She searched the Internet but could not find any information about this juicer. However, there were similar juicers of other brands on sale, with prices ranging from a few hundred to ten thousand yuan.

The process of preparing milk and juice also requires ensuring a sterile environment. Tang Qi has almost learned everything and checked the time on his phone. It is 2:10.

She returned to the living room. Mo Shaochen was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, holding a book in his left hand, his right hand resting lightly on the armrest of the sofa, his dark eyes focused on reading the pages of the book.

She was slightly surprised to see the man reading a book and walked closer with light steps.

Mo Shaochen's mind was never on the book for a moment. He heard all the girl's voices in the kitchen, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Hearing her coming out of the kitchen and feeling her gaze observing him, he didn't look up until she came closer.

"Have you learned it?"

Tang Qi sat on the sofa opposite him. "Neither the software nor the hardware conditions are good. I decided to give up. I don't have the talent."

Anyway, she could not drink much even though she had learned it. It would take half an hour just to squeeze the juice. She might as well run a few more laps.

"If you have nothing to do in the afternoon, you can go hiking in the back mountain. You can watch the sunset at the top of the mountain in the evening. There is a forest building on the top of the mountain, and you can barbecue in the evening."

Tang Qi had no interest in climbing mountains to watch the sunset, and as for barbecue, she'd better not poison her stomach.

"Are you familiar with Jiang Ziyi?"

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The living room was quiet for two seconds, and the temperature strangely dropped by several degrees.

Mo Shaochen kept a slight curve at the corner of his mouth, "Why are you asking about him suddenly?"

Tang Qi touched his nose and felt a little embarrassed when he thought about what he was about to do.

"I want to ask him for a small favor, forget it, I'll just ask him directly on WeChat."

She thought they had a good relationship, but why did she feel that Mo Shaochen seemed unhappy that she mentioned Jiang Ziyi? The smile on Mo Shaochen's face faded a little, "So you have his WeChat."

Tang Qi always felt that the man's tone was a little strange.

After thinking about it, I just said directly, "I want him to help me act in a play."

"What's the play? He's the only one who can help you?"

(End of this chapter)