Chapter 47
kitchen.
Bo Yiming put the two steaks away separately.
Uncle Xu looked at the meat and saw that it was of very average quality. He asked with some concern, "Young Master, are you going to give this beef to the gentleman later?"
"Yes." Bo Yiming didn't find anything wrong.
He also didn't notice the specific differences in the ingredients.
Uncle Xu hesitated and glanced at the camera.
[Can you tell that the beef is average, Grandpa Butler? 】
[It’s all because of the program team’s limit on the amount of money.] Don’t let mommy feel uncomfortable while eating.]
Uncle Xu was afraid that the young master didn't know what pots and pans to choose, so he brought them and prepared them for him in advance.
Bo Yiming opened the steak-frying tutorial on his tablet computer, and after watching it carefully, he officially started the cooking ceremony.
Considering there were only two steaks, he decided to cut a small piece first to try.
Uncle Xu saw him holding the knife, frowned worriedly, and couldn't bear to look at it.
He quickly handed over a pair of kitchen scissors: "Young Master, use scissors, not a knife."
Bo Yiming didn't insist, as long as he could get it done. He saw red blood oozing out of the steak.
"Hey, why is there still blood?"
[Spicy! Wife, this meal is likely to go wrong.
[Mommy, stop setting up the tent, your son can’t do it! Come on!
[It’s likely that this beautiful lady has never fried a steak.] This makes it more thrilling at home than in the wild.]
As soon as Bo Yiming cut off a small piece, he felt that the beef was sticky and disgusting.
The kitchen gloves were very thin, and when his fingers touched the meat, it felt very strange.
He tried desperately to recall how Uncle Zhou killed the duck and cut the meat, but he still couldn't suppress his instinctive resistance.
The boy was confused, holding the scissors in one hand and the remaining steak in the other, wondering from the bottom of his heart: "Why is this different from baking a cupcake?"
[When we were in the supermarket, my wife wisely suggested eating cooked food, but Mingzi disagreed and insisted on showing off. (I think he should have been beaten up and forced to go home after eating.)
The entire screen was filled with comments that agreed with the suggestion of "beating him up."
Bo Yiming put down the steak helplessly and looked at the camera aggrievedly: "Can I ask for help? Big Daddy... come and help me."
The amber eyes rolled around innocently, looking wet and pitiful.
[Hello?] I like this unexpected request for help! 】
[Our Ming cub is usually jumping around, and when he acts cute and asks for help, he is also very cute~ Pulling his handsome little face]
[Can Dad cook?] What if I don’t know how to do it? 】
Not long after, Bo Yiming saw his grandfather appear outside the kitchen door, his face seemed darker than the cast iron pot in the kitchen.
He has deeply realized the wrong decision he made in the supermarket. He silently lowered his eyes and waited obediently for "rescue."
Bo Tingyuan handed the tablet in his hand to Uncle Xu and freed his hands to roll up his shirt cuffs.
He reminded his son to get the camera.
Bo Yiming turned around to get the machine, unable to conceal his joy, and smiled with a hint of relief.
"My dad will cook, and I'll be in charge of filming."
After a pause, he asked, "But do you guys like to watch? How about I go take some photos somewhere else for you to see while Big Daddy is cooking?"
【? ? ? Someone come hold him down! 】
[Mingzi's butt really needs to touch the small milk pan today (I have one at home, too, it's super large!!!]
The program crew was indeed worried that he would just leave like that, so they contacted Uncle Xu as soon as possible.
Uncle Xu passed the phone to the young master's ear.
The staff member coaxed a child and said, "Young Master Mingzai, please don't go out for the time being. Can you take a picture of your dad frying steak?"
"Oh, is that so?"
Bo Yiming raised his eyes and glanced at Big Daddy, "Can I take a picture of Big Daddy's face?"
Just as the audience was frantically brushing "quick take" and "must take this photo", the staff said: "No, no, the parents of the four children cannot show their faces for the time being, and they have to remain mysterious. Otherwise, you can't let your big dad help you cook."
Bo Yiming asked curiously, "Hmm? Are Xingxing and Rongrong's fathers, and Xiaoqi's mother, also like this?"
Seeing that he should have understood, the staff member immediately said, "Yes. So Mingzi, you understand, right? This is very important."
"Yeah! I understand."
Bo Yiming carefully wrote down the rules, and after hanging up the phone, he picked up the camera and pointed the camera at the cooking table, and said to the audience with regret, "The brother from the program team said that we can't take pictures of Big Daddy's face."
【who? ! The producer of the show came out! 】
[Wow, the other three are like this too. I’m so angry.]
Bo Yiming turned the camera around and aimed it at Big Daddy. After some adjustments, the focus fell on Big Daddy's hand, unexpectedly forming a close-up of the hand.
In the camera, Bo Tingyuan washed his hands, took out a pair of disposable kitchen gloves with quick and decisive movements, and put them on slowly.
The broad palm, slender fingers, the ring on the ring finger that exudes a warm metallic color, and the clear blue veins on the back of the hand are all clearly visible.
[Sudden change in painting style!] So cool! 】
[What a great pair of hands, worthy of being a father-level man]
[Mommy’s hands are also very beautiful. If these two hands were held together, wow]
Bo Tingyuan quickly processed the steak, put butter in a hot pan and fry it on both sides.
He only appeared in the shot up to his elbows at most, but the audience still noticed that his movements were smooth and he looked like he could cook.
"Wow~"
Bo Yiming sniffed and said, "Dad can cook, huh? I thought you could ask the chef to cook."
"Um."
Bo Tingyuan was originally paying attention to how Wen Cishu set up the tent, but who knew that his son suddenly asked for help.
He flipped the steak over and the overall quality of the beef was average.
After the steak was taken out and placed on the chopping board, he went back to the refrigerator and took out two fresh ones.
Two-thirds of the back figure appears in the picture, and a pair of long legs is particularly eye-catching.
[Hiss... Black shirt, narrow waist and long legs? From this perspective, the impact is too strong.]
【Mommy, come here soon! Your Mingzai's camera movement makes his dad look like some kitchen bloggers.]
[According to normal practice, shouldn't you take off one piece of clothing after turning the steak over? [Dog head]
Bo Tingyuan cleaned the freshly taken steak and put it into the frying pan.
At this time, Uncle Xu lowered his voice and asked, "Master, should I take the tablet out?"
Bo Tingyuan asked him to put it on the island table not far away, just within his line of sight in front of him.
Bo Yiming found something was playing on the screen.
He moved closer out of curiosity and found that it was the baby daddy from the live broadcast of the show.
"Big Daddy, were you just secretly looking at Little Daddy?!"
"Not secretly."
Bo Tingyuan put the slightly browned steak on the chopping board, chose a special knife to cut it into strips, and then placed them in a long baking tray.
[Dad has been watching mommy’s show just now? ? Is it necessary to do this under one roof? 】
[Even after being caught, he was still able to object to his son's words so confidently. He is indeed a handsome guy who can stop the bite. He is really tough.]
[The dad is so cold and heartless to his son, but he just says "I'll do it" in a low and gentle voice to mommy. Tsk tsk tsk, such a blatant double standard! 】
[Mingzai [holding his forehead in distress]: Do you know how difficult it is for me to live in such a family? Please vote for me more! 】
Bo Yiming noticed that after the young father ate some fruit and took a rest, he actually started to help him set up the tent, and he suddenly felt extremely happy.
He couldn't help but grumble and show off.
"See? My little dad must have built it secretly to give me a surprise, hehe~"
"I'm going to sleep in the tent with my little dad at night~"
"Yiming." Bo Tingyuan said to his son who was blocking the screen while processing fresh mushrooms, "Come here."
"Oh!" Bo Yiming naturally didn't understand what his grandfather meant, and simply took the tablet and walked aside.
When Big Daddy looked at him with slightly puzzled green eyes, he suddenly realized what was going on and put the tablet aside with a silly smile.
"I'll put it here, don't worry, Big Daddy. Let's look at Little Daddy together."
[Mingzai’s father: What a tactless guy!] Give me back your little daddy]
[Wow, Mingzi must be very clear that his two fathers love each other very much. I feel like the air in the kitchen suddenly becomes sweet.
[Are you three a little too happy? ah! Can you give me some? ! 】
Bo Yiming's bedroom.
Wen Cishu didn’t know what happened in the kitchen, but he was vaguely worried about his son’s “filial piety steak”.
He had already built a rough outline of the tent according to the instructions.
Since it was a two-person tent and was quite large, Aunt Zhong lent a hand to help.
After the four legs of the tent were fixed, the cartoon panda head tent was erected on the carpet in the living room.
Wen Cishu clapped his hands: "It's quite presentable."
He bent down to grab a support rod, but Aunt Zhong took it away and put it aside.
Aunt Zhong said softly, "Don't move, sit down and rest."
"Oh." Wen Cishu stopped moving and picked up the water cup to take a sip.
[Wow, mommy, thank you for your hard work~ Kiss! 】
[I strongly suspect that if Mingzai can prepare lunch, Daddy will most likely come to help Mommy set up the tent]
【? ? Wouldn’t that mean you missed out on the couple being in the same frame and having lots of interactions? 】
[Very good, there is one more reason why Mingzi's butt must be spanked~]
Sitting on the sofa, Wen Cishu bent one leg and looked at the big tent leisurely, imagining that when they have time, the family of three can go out for vacation, which seems like a nice idea.
As he was thinking about it, he took out his cell phone and sent a message to Bo Tingyuan.
【When are you free? Let's go camping? Bring the tent you bought today. 】
Just as the audience was curious about what he was doing, in the live broadcast of the kitchen, Mingzai's father quickly took off his kitchen gloves to wash his hands, then took out his mobile phone and walked out of the camera.
Obviously, he received some important news.
[Is mommy’s message sent to Mingzai’s dad? Is this reasonable? ah? 】
[This variety show is actually an observational variety show like a wealthy idol drama, right? 】
[I don’t want to be an off-site observer, let me go and observe on site! 】
[Mingzai [bitter]: Now you know what kind of miserable life I'm going through, right? Vote for me now! 】
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