I’m Secretly Married to a Big Shot

Qiao Mianmian still felt uneasy. After thinking about it, he threw the phone aside, jumped out of bed and trot all the way to the kitchen.

As soon as I approached, I smelled a choking smoke.

She immediately pushed the door open, and a white smoke rushed across her face, and she choked up.

"Cough cough cough. Mo Yesi, what are you doing." Qiao Mianmian coughed all the tears came out, covered her nose and mouth and swayed white smoke into the room, waiting for her to see the two dark and unclear pieces in the nonstick pan After the object, she was stunned, and her mouth twitched and asked, "What is in the pot?"

"Cough." Mo Yesi was also choked. He coughed his lips, his black eyebrows raised, and stared down at the two dark things in the pan for a while, then said, "Steak ."

Qiao Mianmian: "...steak?"

She couldn't help but twitched again: "Are you sure the steak is in the pan?"

The two regiments were so dark that they couldn't tell what they were.

"Well." Mo Yesi probably also thinks that the steak he made is a failure, and the look on his face is a bit unnatural. "This steak... I don't know how it became like this. I made it according to the recipe, obviously not It should be like this."

Qiao Mianmian: "..."

She especially wanted to laugh, and she held back again.

She remembered that Mo Yesi had confidently said to follow the recipe, it was not difficult at all.

He can definitely do it.

Now this... can be done, just can't eat it.

It seems that a smart man like Mo Yesi is not everything.

He can manage tens of thousands of companies well.

But in the area of ​​cooking, he obviously has no talent.

Qiao Mianmian was not surprised. In her view, Mo Yesi didn't burn the kitchen, it was considered good.

"Two steaks left." Mo Yesi remained silent for a while, picking up the two charred steaks in the non-stick pan with chopsticks, and threw it into the trash can with a "snap", "I will make it again. I have experience this time and I will definitely be able to do it well."

"Let me do it." Qiao Mianmian sighed softly. "You can go out and wait for up to forty minutes to start cooking."

"Finally, I'm the one who cooks today." Mo Yesi frowned lightly. "You believe me, I really have experience now. You can go out and wait for a while, I will be able to fry the steak soon." "

"It was just my mistake just now."

He found an excuse for himself, and he refused to admit the fact that his cooking was bad.

Is there anything that can upset him?

As long as he wants to do, there is nothing he cannot do.

He didn't believe it, it was just a meal, and he could stump him.

Today, he must make the meal.

He wanted to let her know that he had promised her the things he would do.

"Baby, you go out and so on." Mo Yesi took the pot and threw it into the sink for cleaning. A firm gesture that would not leave the kitchen without making the steak. "After half an hour, no, at most twenty I can fry the steak in minutes."

"You eat some snack pads first, and I will make them as soon as possible."

Qiao Mianmian: "..."

Seeing that he is so persistent, she doesn't want to crack down on his enthusiasm.

However, she was really worried that he would burn the kitchen for a while. She thought about it and said to him gently: "Mo Yesi, why don't we cook together?"