Chapter 364 Yang Weizhao personally cooks
Yang Weizhao put on his Bluetooth headset, watched the instructional video several times, and then prepared to get started.
He opened the refrigerator and wanted to look for the ingredients listed in the video, but when he opened the refrigerator door, he saw a box of wontons in a transparent storage box.
Yang Weizhao took it out and opened it. It was not the packaged ones sold in supermarkets, but wontons wrapped by Yan Ai herself. Each one had a thin skin and a big filling, like a cute ingot.
He looked more closely and found that there was a shrimp in each wonton, which looked very delicious and tempting.
Yang Weizhao couldn't help laughing as he held the lunch box full of wontons.
It turned out that Yan Ai had prepared everything. He just needed to cook the noodles, then boil the wontons and put them on top of the noodles.
Without the hassle of making stuffing and wrapping wontons, this dinner was quick and easy to prepare.
In less than half an hour, a pot of fragrant wonton noodles is ready.
Yang Weizhao took out two large ceramic bowls from the cupboard and filled them with food, then sprinkled chopped green onions on top, making it look presentable.
He brought the wonton noodles to the dining table, took a picture, and then went to the study to call Yan Ai to come and eat noodles.
Yan Ai had just finished replying to the email. Upon hearing this, she turned around and smiled, "Did it finish so quickly?"
Yang Weizhao leaned against the door frame of the study, his arms folded, his heroic eyebrows raised slightly, "I'm only responsible for cooking them."
Yan Ai looked at Yang Weizhao complaining so seriously, and the smile on her lips couldn't help but widen. "Next time, next time, I'll try the wontons you made yourself."
She suddenly wanted to eat wontons last night, so she made fresh meat filling overnight and filled a big box of wontons.
"You seem to be able to do everything." Yang Weizhao said.
Yan Ai said modestly, "Compared to my father, it's still far behind."
"Your father shouldn't be a chef, right?" Yang Weizhao remembered that Yan Ai's father was a university professor.
Yan Ai shook her head. "My dad's cooking skills are all his own. My mom loves to eat the food he cooks."
Yang Weizhao suddenly thought of something and stopped talking about this topic.
Then the two of them came to the dining table. Yan Ai looked at Yang Weizhao's "work" and praised it, "It looks very good."
"I hope I won't disappoint you." Yang Weizhao said as he pulled out a chair for her.
"Thank you." Yan Ai thanked politely.
Yang Weizhao nodded slightly, then sat down opposite Yan Ai.
Yan Ai is the master of wontons, so the quality of this bowl of wonton noodles is guaranteed.
Yang Weizhao first ate a wonton, which was sweet and fresh, leaving a long aftertaste.
He ate the noodles he cooked himself again. Fortunately, he controlled the heat well and the noodles were not burnt. The taste was also good.
Yan Ai was halfway through her meal when she remembered she hadn't taken a photo yet.
After all, this was Yang Weizhao's first time cooking in her kitchen, and he forgot to take photos, which was a pity.
Next time.
There should be a next time, right?
Yan Ai was thinking about this when she heard Yang Weizhao ask, "The wontons you make are delicious. Can you teach me how to make them next time?"
"You want to learn?" Yan Ai blinked, a little surprised.
She thought Yang Weizhao loved spicy food and would not be too attracted to relatively bland food like wontons.
Yang Weizhao nodded and said, "My mother likes it very much. I want to make it for her to try."
Yan Ai didn't doubt it and readily agreed, "Okay, I'll teach you next weekend!"
"Yeah." Yang Weizhao's heroic brows instantly softened. Before this weekend was over, he was already looking forward to the arrival of the next weekend.
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