The men finally finished cooking the meal after much trouble.

"Wash your hands and eat!" Chen Zhihe shouted.

Li Mengxue's husband-training skills class stopped with a sense of unfulfilled desire: "Okay, we'll talk about it in detail next time when we have a chance. Remember what I just said, no matter how they cook, we must give them enough encouragement. Whether it tastes good or not is secondary. The important thing is to cultivate their awareness of cooking!"

"Yes!" Wang Lingling nodded heavily, and together with Qian Lailai, they quickly reviewed the quotes on Da Jinhua's husband-training skills that they had just memorized, then clenched their fists and began the performance.

Chen Zhihe, Xie Shiyan and Gao Yinghua each brought out two dishes, one meat and one vegetable, made under the guidance of Yun Guyuan. Yun Guyuan was the last one to come, carrying a small hot pot.

As soon as the female comrades entered the main room, they saw a table full of dishes. At first glance, it was more sumptuous than any previous dinner parties. They didn't need to act at all, and they all exclaimed from the bottom of their hearts: "So many dishes! It's so sumptuous!"

But when he walked to the table and took a closer look at the dishes, the expression on his face became more varied.

Wang Lingling was prepared to praise a lot, but she also remembered what Li Mengxue taught her to do in a truthful way, not to lie with open eyes, and to avoid shortcomings and look for advantages to speak of.

But when she saw the two dishes placed next to where she and Xie Shiyan were sitting, she froze.

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A bowl of loofah soup that was obviously made without cleaning the pot, with many black spots of ash floating on the soup, and a plate of braised pork with eggplant that looked like it had knocked over Qingqing's oil bottle.

One meat and one vegetable, she has made progress, but where should she start to praise herself?

By the way, she likes to eat loofah and eggplant. Wang Lingling quickly adjusted her expression and said, "Wow, Comrade Xie, you are amazing! There are loofah, eggplant and meat. They look delicious. I think I can finish two bowls today! You are awesome!"

"I chose to study this because I knew you would like it," Xie Shiyan said happily, obviously benefiting a lot.

Qian Lailai's situation was not much better than Wang Lingling's. Chen Zhihe made a plate of stir-fried bitter melon and a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

Bitter melon is her favorite dish, and scrambled eggs with tomatoes is her specialty.

However, Comrade Chen’s stir-fried bitter melon was cut a little too thick, and the scrambled eggs with tomatoes were a little mushy, but the rest was fine.

Suddenly I understood why Comrade Chen was so attentive when he was pursuing her, willing to help her with everything and run around for her, but he never tried to please her by cooking.

It may not be that he is unwilling, but he may really not be able to show it. He can do it like this even with someone's guidance. When he was cooking by himself before, he probably had to eat rice soaked in plain water every day!

How can she praise this?

I wanted to praise him for his effort in making my favorite food and my specialty, but Wang Lingling used this idea first, so it would seem a bit insincere to praise him again.

Qian Lailai met Comrade Chen's expectant gaze and noticed the sweat on his forehead, then he had an idea.

She took out a handkerchief and stood on tiptoe to wipe the sweat off Comrade Chen: "Thank you for your hard work!"

"It's not hard, it's not hard," Chen Zhihe said with a silly smile, "As long as you like it, I will do it for you in the future!"

Li Mengxue was the one who was praised the most. Gao Yinghua made smashed cucumber and braised pork, which were also her favorite dishes. They looked good and were not burnt at all.

She praised him naturally, with her hands on her hips, and said coquettishly: "Comrade Gao, you actually made braised pork, and it looked so good. Tell me, are you deliberately trying to make me fat?"

"Haha, didn't I make smashed cucumber? Didn't you say that cucumbers are good for beauty? If you eat more cucumbers and then eat meat, you won't have to worry about gaining weight!" Gao Yinghua said with a smile.

"What kind of logic is this? Cucumbers won't make you lose weight!" Li Mengxue said angrily, "Anyway, you seduced me. If I get fat, you can't think I'm ugly, or I'll make you look good!"

"Okay, okay," Gao Yinghua said lovingly.

Yi Qingqing watched her sisters' performance and was amazed. Li Mengxue's method was really effective. After these few words, the three male comrades were extremely happy and their enthusiasm for cooking increased a lot.

Although it is very effective, it is also difficult for them to say so much in such a short time about a few dishes that are really nothing to brag about.

These compliments set the tone, and I have to keep acting until I do it well. How hard it is on my stomach!

It seems that not everyone is like Comrade Yun, who can learn quickly and whose cooking skills are like copied and pasted from her. There is still a long way to go!

She could only say that she wished her sisters would succeed in training their husbands as soon as possible.

Yun Guyuan, the only one present who knew the whole story by virtue of his extraordinary hearing, silently pulled his own Qingqing to sit down, picked up a piece of chicken for her, and whispered to her: "This is the potato stewed chicken I made. They didn't mix it in. You can eat it without worry."

Yi Qingqing nodded heavily. Among the dishes on the table, only the stewed chicken with potatoes that she was supposed to eat today made her appetite.

Gao Yinghua's braised pork looked well-cooked, but when she calculated the time, she felt that it was not stewed long enough and the oil might not be fully cooked out, so it might be a bit greasy.

A glance at the golden book revealed that this was a dish Gao Yinghua had strongly requested to learn. A Yuan had already told him that it would be more delicious if it was stewed for a longer time, so that it would not be greasy. However, he still decided to learn the method while he had time, and then stew it more next time. Besides, who would feel greasy after eating meat? If all the oil was stewed out, the meat would lose its soul.

He probably doesn't know that his girlfriend is the kind of person who will feel greasy if the fat is not refined out.

Because Li Mengxue has an entire fresh produce section of meat to choose from, she is never short of meat. She doesn't think the fatter the meat, the better. She only likes to eat fatty meat that is not greasy.

Yi Qingqing is the same.

Although her appetite has been spoiled by her cooking skills, she will not dislike the food as long as it is decent and of average standard, and will eat it seriously. For example, although the food in the school cafeteria is not as good as what she cooks, she does not think it is bad and will not say that she cannot get used to it.

However, at the moment, several male comrades have only managed to cook the dishes well, which is below the average, which is a bit embarrassing.

Fortunately, there was the stewed chicken made by Ayuan, otherwise she would have had a miserable meal.

Yi Qingqing took a bite and gave A Yuan a thumbs up: "The quality is as stable as before! It's so delicious!"

This was praise from the bottom of her heart, without any encouragement in it.