His movements seemed so skillful that Ye Qingli was almost dumbfounded.
In her mind, this guy ... can cook?
Ye Qingli now remembers that when he didn't know his identity at that time, when he first recuperated in his other courtyard.
How bad is the bowl of porridge he boiled ...
But now, it seems that it has completely become an expert.
Jun Aohan was very familiar with the roe, after roasting this roe, he put his hands up.
"Hi--"
A trace of cool air rose from his hand.
Then, the barbecue is automatically divided into one by one.
Ye Qingli sticks her tongue out.
This is the most powerful ice in the world.
But now, Jun Aohan takes it to barbecue.
Moreover, it is still so baked.
Immediately thereafter, Jun Aohan took out the cumin in his arms and sprinkled it on it.
Then, put the whole big plate in front of Ye Qingli.
"Come, how about the taste?"
"Well, it looks like a very good look ..."
Ye Qingli found that the appearance was really good.
Um, put it in the mouth, the entrance melts, and the right ice is really good, completely sealing the deliciousness of the meat, and it is baked and browned and crispy.
She ate a lot of pieces in one breath.
"When did you learn this?"
Ye Qingli asked curiously.
This guy usually eats his own barbecue.
Because of his poor cooking, Ye Qingli never let him cook.
After all, she would make so many delicious foods herself.
For a foodie, if she is allowed to eat something that does not suit her taste, it is simply a torment.
Therefore, she basically does not eat what Junao Han made.
Whatever it is, she doesn't eat it.
"I deliberately learned from Xiaohe, she said that you like to eat this taste."
Jun Aohan was obviously relieved.
"While you are sleeping, I will practice by myself."
"Now, do you still have a good appetite?"
He looked nervously at Ye Qingli's eyes.
"Because I'm afraid that it's not good to cook, if you can't eat it and it affects your body, it will be bad."
Ye Qingli's heart suddenly felt a sense of guilt.
In the past, he also made many things for himself.
However, because I don't like eating, I tasted it at most and lost it.
I don't know how sad he was at that time ...
"Well, you must make more for me later."
She picked up a barbecue and handed it to Jun Aohan's mouth.
It's a reward for him.
"Um, one is not enough ..."
"Then one more ..."
"What if I'm going to run out?"
"Don't you have another piece here?"
"Don't move, that's what I bite!"
"It's okay, this king doesn't care ..."
"You robbed me from my mouth, so shameless!"
"It seems to be more fragrant than before ..."
So, in this way, Jun Aohan held Ye Qingli and walked all the way.
They walked for three days and three nights.
As he went all the way, Jun Aohan's culinary skills began to temper more and more.
In the end, Ye Qingli found that she was full of praise.
"Why didn't you find your talent before? I knew that I should have let you cook.
"If you want, I will make it for you every day."
Jun Aohan smiled and smiled.
At this time, he was so regretful.