1277: C1277 Little Lucky

C1277 Little Lucky

Bo Qian couldn't help but laugh when he saw her posture.

"You have been a dish for so long, yet you still haven't learned it yet. And yet, you still refuse to give up."

Mu Shinian nodded. "I will learn it."

Bo Qian looked confused.

He knew very well how much Mu Shinian hated cooking.

The main reason was that her cooking skills were terrible.

Therefore, Bo Qian was still somewhat surprised to see her so persistent.

"Did you suffer from some kind of stimulation?"

Bo Qian silently glanced at her.

Mu Shinian did not look at him. She insisted, "I think it is not difficult to cook."

"Then you started your cooking?"

Bo Qian looked at her hand and found that although her hand was a little dark, it was not hurt at all. He felt a little relieved.

Mu Shinian turned around and looked at him. She looked a little unhappy. "I didn't boil the pot. I said the fire was too big."

"Okay, okay, okay."

Bo Qian helplessly saw that she was about to explode immediately. He could only continue following her words. "What do you want to do? Let me teach you. It is much more reliable than the ones in the books."

Mu Shinian looked at him in disbelief.

Bo Qian shrugged and smiled very calmly. "Try it. If you don't try, how would you know?"

Mu Shinian hummed and was silent for a while before nodding her head. "Okay."

Then, she reported the name of the dish.

When Bo Qian heard the name of the dish, he was immediately amused.

So, why did she say that Mu Shinian did not have talent?

Such a simple dish could also be fried several times in a pan.

Bo Qian thought in his heart, but he didn't dare to express anything on the surface.

He nodded, indicating that after he received it, he began teaching Mu Shinian with his own hands.

...

Half an hour later.

Mu Shinian finally finished cooking.

Compared to the pictures, although the difference was huge, it was still barely passable.

She even specially took a bite and after realizing that the taste was not bad, she raised her head and looked at the person beside her. "You are quite impressive. I followed the books and learned very badly."

Bo Qian was at the side, looking a little conflicted.

He did not know how to explain it. He was conflicted.2

Mu Shinian frowned, "If you have anything to say, just say it."

Bo Qian looked at her and finally knew why she had made things so messy and blamed her for being too angry.

Facing Mu Shinian's pleading gaze, he pointed at the seasoning and his expression was a little conflicted. "You don't know those?"

Mu Shinian pursed her lips.

What did he mean?

What did she mean by not knowing him?

She could recognize every word clearly.

Bo Qian's words were really rude.

Bo Qian coughed and looked at her speechlessly. He said, "What I mean is, what's the difference between smoking raw and smoking old? Don't you know?

Mu Shinian was even more speechless.

She even had a feeling that Bo Qian was provoking something.

"Both of them are just soy sauce."

Bo Qian nodded. From Mu Shinian's reaction, it could be seen that she really did not know the difference between the two.

"Forget it. It's nothing."

That was it.

In any case, he never expected Mu Shinian to know how to cook.

Furthermore, her appetite had been raised by him to such an extent. It was absolutely impossible for her to eat the food she made herself.

Mu Shinian stared at the dish that she had cooked and thought for a while. She even filmed it and sent it to her grandmother.

Bo Qian connived with all her small movements and then, under her gaze, started to cook.

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