"Eat more if you like it. This chicken is fat and has a lot of meat," Yun Guyuan picked up another piece of food with his chopsticks for her.

He now understood why Chen Zhi and the others were so confused because of being coaxed. He would be very happy to be praised by the girl he liked, and he would want to give her everything.

"You eat it too," Yi Qingqing also picked up a piece of chicken with skin for him, knowing that he liked to eat it with skin.

Yun Guyuan took a bite with a smile on his face, then frowned: "My cooking skills have also declined. The meat was stewed too soft this time."

Was Qingqing also encouraging him just now?

Yi Qingqing knew what was going on. This chicken was brought by Li Mengxue. It was a broiler chicken from her supermarket. It was definitely not as firm and delicious as the pheasant and free-range chicken on the market.

But she couldn't say that: "This chicken is big, obviously it's domesticated, and probably doesn't like exercise, so the meat is looser. It's normal that it tastes different from a pheasant. It's not your fault. If you don't believe me, try eating a potato. It still tastes the same as when I taught you."

As he said this, he picked up a piece of potato for him.

Yun Guyuan tasted it and found that it was true.

He put the potatoes in at the same time as before, and the potatoes were also grown in Qingqing's space. The taste was the same as before, and the method of making the stewed chicken was no different from before, except that the chicken was a little different.

The two of them ate and chatted, interacting with each other.

The mood of the others was not so good.

The dishes made by several male comrades were also placed in front of the seats where they worked. Since they were praised, they had to eat them. Not only should they eat them, but they should eat more!

It is really torture to eat a dish that looks so bad in front of you while sipping on the fragrant potato stewed chicken.

Between the sooty loofah soup and the greasy braised pork with eggplant, Wang Lingling chose to try the braised pork with eggplant first.

Thinking that since she had to encourage him anyway, she might as well do it thoroughly. She picked up a large piece of food with chopsticks, drained off the oil, and took a bite.

“Hmm?” Wang Lingling blinked and took another bite: “Xie Comrade, this eggplant tastes pretty good!”

She really meant what she said. Maybe she had prepared herself for the food to be unpalatable, so when she actually ate it, she found it was better than she had imagined.

"Hehe, I didn't ask Comrade Yun when pouring the oil and accidentally poured too much. He scolded me and he added the seasonings afterwards under my watch," Xie Shiyan told the whole story honestly.

"When I first went to the countryside, I learned how to make fire and cook. My mother told me that if the food was not tasty, I should add more oil. Too much oil would make it taste bad.

So I usually use more oil when cooking before, and I don’t think there is anything wrong with it, and it tastes delicious.

In addition, Comrade Yun also said before stir-frying the eggplant this time that eggplant absorbs oil, so it tastes better if you add more oil. So I put more oil than usual, but I didn’t expect that there was too much oil, and the eggplant also went down, making it difficult to cook.

This time Comrade Yun told me in detail about the amount of oil used, and now I know how much oil to use in ordinary dishes. Look at this loofah soup, the amount of oil is just right.

However, I didn’t clean the pot thoroughly, so it looks a bit ugly, but the taste should still be okay.”

Xie Shiyan has a very clear understanding of himself.

Upon hearing this, Wang Lingling breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that she knew what was wrong with her. At least next time she would have a chance to eat braised pork with eggplant with less oil and loofah soup without the ash from the pot.

She plucked up her courage and filled a bowl of loofah soup. After taking a sip, she found it was indeed quite good and fresh. She felt more assured: "I believe in you. You will definitely be able to make something that looks good and tastes good next time!"

Qian Lailai ate the thick bitter melon and mushy scrambled eggs with tomatoes and didn't find it that difficult to swallow.

The thick bitter melon tasted a bit bitter because it was too thick, but she liked bitter melon with a bitter taste. This bitter melon was just a little more bitter, which she could still accept. It was still quite tender.

The mushy scrambled eggs with tomatoes were not that mushy, with just a little bit of mushy taste, and the right amount of saltiness. It also had chopped green onions in it, and it smelled quite fragrant.

These are minor issues that can be corrected with more practice.

While comforting herself, she ate the food prepared by Comrade Chen with great courtesy.

The one who suffered the most was Li Mengxue.

She was full of confidence before she started eating. She started with the braised pork, but her expression changed after taking a bite.

"What's wrong? Is it not tasty?" Gao Yinghua was looking at him and asked quickly.

Li Mengxue smiled and shook her head, chewed it twice and swallowed it. "It's delicious. It tastes good. It may be better if it is stewed for a while longer, but it's good now."

"Comrade Yun said the same thing. We just didn't have enough time this time. Don't worry, I have learned the method this time. Next time when I have plenty of time, I will stew it for a longer time," said Gao Yinghua.

Li Mengxue was in a dilemma when looking at the plate of braised pork. Although the amount was not much, there were still a lot of meat. If she had to eat it all, she was afraid that she would get sick and vomit on the spot. However, she couldn't destroy Ying Hua's enthusiasm. She thought about it and picked up some food for him attentively: "Ying Hua, you eat too!"

"Okay!" Gao Yinghua loves eating meat and he usually gets a lot of exercise, so this meat tastes just right for him.

Li Mengxue picked up the braised pork again and recommended it to others: "Comrade Chen, Comrade Xie, Comrade Yun, try the braised pork made by our Yinghua, it's quite solid."

She still has a conscience and did not let her sisters down.

Chen Zhihe and Xie Shiyan were not polite. They took a piece and both tasted the difference. The former said tactfully, "The braised pork is better when it is stewed soft and tender." The latter, who eats oily dishes all year round, was able to eat it.

Yun Guyuan politely declined: "We can get it, you can eat it by yourself, you're welcome."

Li Mengxue promoted the product and sold two pieces.

In order to finish the dishes made by Gao Yinghua and show that she enjoyed them very much, she started with a piece of braised pork, chewed it twice and swallowed it, then took a big mouthful of rice, swallowed it, ate two pieces of smashed cucumber to relieve the greasiness, and finally ate a piece of stewed chicken made by Yun Guyuan to reward herself with a meal.

Fortunately, the smashed cucumber was not cooked, and the vinegar was a little too much, which was just right to relieve the greasiness.

In short, no matter how hard it was for her to eat, in Gao Yinghua's eyes, Li Mengxue ate two bowls of rice today, which was a rare occasion. She also finished the braised pork and smashed cucumber he made, and didn't even eat too much of the delicious stewed chicken. It seemed that she liked it very much. He also decided to make more for her in the future.

Yi Qingqing watched Li Mengxue's difficult eating process and saw the wailing in her heart written in the big golden book. She felt more and more that their Comrade Yun was very far-sighted.

Look, he made a big pot of stewed chicken, but the dishes he taught the other male comrades to make were only small bowls, much less than the normal portion.

Otherwise, if it was a normal amount, her sisters would suffer.