I'll kill you if I mix in the entertainment industry

"Nineteen stores will open at the same time in the next year. During this period of time, I have to take care of you. The problems before the app must be resolved quickly."

Jin Hyoyuan rubbed his eyes and walked out of Quan Yuli's bedroom, and Quan Zhiyong asked him to hang up.

Quan Zhiyong didn't expect that the person who woke up earlier in the early morning turned out to be Jin Xiaoyuan. He was so drunk last night that the pajamas on this body were probably changed by Yu Li.

"Get up so early?"

Jin Xiaoyuan was taken aback. Then he saw Quan Zhiyong sitting on the sofa in the living room, and then he remembered that Yu Li is now living with her father.

Kim Hyo-yeon checked that there was no problem with his clothes and greeted Quan Zhiyong, then walked over and poured himself a glass of water.

"Uncle Quan is early."

Quite shy, Quan Zhiyong smiled: "There is food in the restaurant, just use a microwave to heat it up. I heard that you studied abroad in China when you were a kid, and I will cook you some Chinese dishes at noon."

Jin Xiaoyuan couldn't think of an excuse to slip away, so he could only respond and waited until Quan Zhiyong went out to buy groceries and went back to Quan Yuli's bedroom.

"Wake up."

Kim Hyo-yeon patted Quan Yu-ri's face, but Quan Yu used his hand to throw it away.

Still can't wake up...

Jin Hyoyuan sat cross-legged next to Quan Yuli and pondered for a while, then picked up his phone and took a look, and found that it was only seven o'clock in the morning.

Okay, Jin Hyo-yeon mumbled a few words, then his cell phone threw the quilt and covered it, and continued to sleep.

...

By the time Quan Yuli woke up, it was already half past eight.

After washing and refreshing his face, he went to the restaurant to eat something. Quan Yuli returned to the bedroom and found that Jin Hyoyuan was not awake.

Quan Yuli raised his eyebrows, opened the quilt and slapped Jin Hyoyeon's ass severely.

"Oh~~"

What a pig cry.

Quan Yuli looked at Kim Hyo-yeon, who was holding his ass stubbornly with disgust, and cleared his throat: "What time is it, can't you get up?"

"No." Jin Hyo-yeon pointed at himself with a look of surprise: "You said I got up late?"

"Is not it?"

"How can I not wake you up when I get up after six o'clock, you said I got up late?"

What about this?

Quan Yuli was convinced that this kind of resentment with a trace of aggrieved expression would never be performed by Kim Hyo-yeon.

No, it should be said that if it were performed, Kim Hyo-yeon would definitely be super exaggerated, not as natural as it is now.

"What pretend to be." Quan Yuli threw Jin Hyoyuan's clothes on Jin Hyoyuan: "I don't know you yet? Can you get up after six o'clock? Hurry up and go. It will only take a few days off. I still want to take a good rest."

"I'm not Li Chungui!" Jin Xiaoyuan was annoyed: "If you don't believe me, when your dad comes back and ask him, he said he would cook a big lunch for me."

"My dad really said that?"

"Really, I don't know if I came back from shopping."

Jin Xiaoyuan looked around, ran out of the bedroom and strolled around and then ran back: "Your dad hasn't returned yet. I can prove my innocence when he comes back."

"My dad really said he was going to make a big meal, did he mean to make you a Chinese meal?"

"of course……"

Jin Hyoyuan stopped halfway through his words, watching the silent Quan Yuli hesitated to speak.

"Then what..."

"Cooking skills are not better than Jin Tae Yu."

Oh, I got it.

Jin Hyo-yeon fell silent, the sun shone through the window and the two of them were golden. Jin Hyo-yeon didn't say a word and began to dress.

"What are you doing?"

"Still don't bother," Jin Hyoyuan quickly put on his leggings: "It is a rare holiday for you and Uncle Quan to rest."

Quan Yuli squinted and watched Jin Hyo-yeon put on her clothes three times and five times, and when she got out of bed, she pulled with all her strength and Jin Hyo-yeon fell onto the bed.

"Kwon Yuri what are you doing?"

"Die to die together."

Quan Yuli said, quickly got out of the bed and locked the bedroom door, then moved a stool to sit down in the doorway.

"Yu Li." Jin Xiaoyuan took a deep breath: "The macaron made by Jin Taeju last time was so tired that I panicked, but I still tried to eat the remaining half you handed over."

"I thank you." Quan Yuli rolled his eyes, "Obviously you ate the food under the pressure of the captain. It seemed like it was my fault."

The sound of the glottis opening in the living room was clearly due to Quan Zhiyong's return.

"Forget it." Jin Hyoyuan just lifted his butt and sat on the bed again: "Generally speaking, people who like to cook should not be bad at cooking."

Quan Yuli was silent for a moment, and suddenly remembered the chicken soup that night: "I'll know when you taste it."

Jin Hyoyuan swallowed, watching Quan Yuli's expression become more and more uneasy.

Some people may wonder, isn't it just dark cooking? Where can you exaggerate it?

This can probably be described as such.

When I tasted Xu Zhuxuan's sweet potato latte for the first time, Jin Hyoyuan would even pity the coffee machine they used in their dormitory.

It's hard work to make such a strange coffee.

And the whole girl's generation, except for her Jin Hyo-yeon, almost had a unique skill.

This unique job can be said to be full of tears, especially the first time I eat it.

The unknown is what makes people most fearful, although this sentence is not very appropriate on the meal.

"While your dad hasn't done it yet."

Kim Hyo-yeon suddenly came up with an idea and his eyes lit up: "Should we go on a trip? Yesterday I didn't say that you and Xiuying were going out to relax and talk about the dance team by the way."

"But." Quan Yuli hesitated.

"Oh, you can't bring Uncle Quan with you."

Quan Yuli was stunned: "This is also OK?"

"I'll call Xiuying first." Jin Xiaoyuan took a cell phone with only one cell left, and spoke quickly: "Go out first and don't let your dad work."

"Oh." Quan Yuli was stunned by Jin Xiaoyuan's words: "Okay."

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To be honest, the chicken soup made last time was a failure, so in order to make up for his image, Quan Zhiyong decided to start all over again.

Quan Zhiyong put the ingredients in the kitchen and opened the phone memo to check the recipes recorded in advance.

This recipe records the detailed methods of some Chinese home cooking. It was asked by the owner of a Huaxia restaurant. At that time, the owner was surprised by Quan Zhiyong’s eloquent Huaxia dialect, and then gave these Chinese home cooking. The usual home cooking method.

The main reason is that Quan Zhiyong feels that the dishes here are really not delicious, and always thinks about giving Yu Lilu a hand.

How to ensure quality?

Quan Zhiyong was prepared this time. He prepared a measuring cup, a small scale, and a transparent spoon with a scale.

If the heat of Chinese cuisine is not easy to master, it is not unpleasant to control the quantity of these ingredients and seasonings, as well as the order of cooking.

"what is this?"

Quan Zhiyong turned his head and looked at Quan Yuli curiously. He couldn't help but feel a little proud: "These measuring instruments can guarantee the taste of dishes."

"Then what." Quan Yuli said with difficulty when he heard these words: "We are not at home to eat at noon. We are going to go on a trip. Dad, you too."

"That's it."

Quan Zhiyong put down his spoon, looked at the ingredients, and said, "It's a pity that I can't eat this big meal."