The God of Medicine for the Husband-in-law (The Husband-in-law)

Chapter 82 Cooking is an Art

Under the warm light, the floor shone with moist light, revealing the unique light arc of fine wood.

This is a very warm and distinctive house. Looking at the man in front of him, Lin Peipei was very curious about what kind of person he was.

In her circle, Zhang Kexin's family is considered to be a small part of the top.

Beautiful, well-off, well-bred, to marry such a wife, that man must be even better.

But no matter how she looked at Yang Cheng, she didn't feel that this man had any outstanding qualities.

Except for a pair of extremely piercing eyes, everything about him is too ordinary.

Oh, by the way, the smile on the corner of his mouth is actually quite handsome.

It's not the first time Yang Cheng has been sized up by a woman, and she's so picky and probing him.

If it was half a year ago, he would definitely have a guilty conscience and act like a pug.

But now, everything is different.

Practice not only brought about a great improvement in his physical fitness, but also changed his mentality.

He also examined the vibrant young woman in front of him.

Curly hair, big eyes, oval face, slim figure, exuding health and vitality.

"Hello, Ms. Lin, Kexin kept talking about your childhood, and today I finally saw you in real life. Unexpectedly, you are a little more beautiful than the ones in the videos and photos. No, the word beautiful should not be used, but Lan Hearty."

Yang Cheng was neither humble nor overbearing, he smiled slightly, the sun was shining brightly.

Zhang Kexin took his arm and listened to him praise other girls.

Even if this girl is her favorite good friend, she doesn't like it in her heart.

What's more, not long ago, she heard her husband betrayed her with her own ears. That man settled a home outside his home and had an illegitimate child!

In the past two days, every time Zhang Kexin thought of this matter, his heart was pierced.

But now, she has to put on a smiling face, pretending that she is very happy and that she and her husband are very loving, which is really uncomfortable.

Infected by Yang Cheng's smile, Lin Peipei stretched out her hand: "Hi, Mr. Yang, I've heard the name for a long time too!"

Yang Cheng gently touched her fingertips very politely, which made Lin Peipei feel comfortable.

This man is well-proportioned and polite, well, he really deserves to be the one in Bai Fumei's eyes.

"What's for dinner tonight?" Yang Cheng glanced at the living room, there was a teacup on the coffee table with a bag of black tea hanging on the cup.

That's right, since childhood, Zhang Kexin stretched out her clothes and opened her mouth to eat, and her life skills are extremely lacking. Instant noodles and bagged black tea are already the limit of her skill tree.

After a pause, Yang Cheng smiled again: "But no matter what to eat, I can only do it. Our family's Kexin doesn't touch the spring water with her fingers. Of course, I don't want her to do these rough jobs."

He put his hands on Zhang Kexin's waist and gently hugged her.

Zhang Kexin was upset, but he didn't want to show it in front of his friends.

Lin Peipei pursed her lips and chuckled: "You two are really in love. I'd like to eat whatever I want."

"Haven't figured it out yet, Pepe, what do you want to eat? Why don't we go out to eat? Recently, Zhong Hai opened a nice French restaurant..." Zhang Kexin said.

"No, I'm tired of eating out at restaurants. Why don't you have some home-cooked food today? What's in the refrigerator? I'll make a few dishes..." How could Lin Peipei have the nerve to make her friend spend money?

Yang Cheng nodded: "That's fine, I'll do a few too."

Zhang Kexin sighed slightly: "Well, there is everything in the refrigerator."

Yang Cheng unbuttoned his cuffs and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.After coming out, Zhang Kexin was found packing things in the room, with a virtuous and pleasant back view.

He couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart. When he was in love, he wanted to get married crazily, but he didn't know that marriage was just the beginning.

Looking at the kitchen again, Lin Peipei was taking something out of the refrigerator, so he rolled up his sleeves and walked in.

"Kexin, there are really a lot of people living in your refrigerator, but many of them are already due..."

Although the two hadn't been together for more than ten years in reality, after the reunion, she didn't feel strange at all.

This is Fa Xiao's feelings, which will never be hurt by the years, without interest entanglements, and are the purest feelings.

"Ha, we are busy at work, so we rarely have time to eat together." Yang Cheng replied with a faint smile.

Lin Peipei was slightly surprised: "I thought it was Kexin, come on, let's each serve a few dishes."

"Well, Kexin doesn't know how to cook, so I'll do her part. I'll do it first, why don't you go out and watch TV and chat with Kexin!" Yang Cheng laughed.

He quickly selected a few ingredients from the ingredients, and quickly washed and cut them.

Boom boom boom!clang clang clang!

Yang Cheng's movements are like flowing clouds and flowing water, with a sense of artistic beauty.

Accompanied by the symphony of pots and pans, Lin Peipei was simply dumbfounded as the dishes of delicious food came out of the pot one after another.

"It's amazing!" She stood aside and watched, not willing to move away at all.

Yang Cheng laughed: "Sichuan, Shandong, Guangdong and Zhejiang, the cuisines of Greater China are like a galaxy of stars, and I can't even count the fur."

Balabala, give Lin Peipei a cooking class with half truth and half falsehood.

"Pfft!" Lin Peipei couldn't help laughing as she listened.

Yang Cheng asked: "What are you laughing at?"

"From what you said, it seems that chefs are artists." Lin Peipei said.

Yang Cheng had a serious face: "Indeed, all methods are unified, a qualified chef is indeed an artist, a craftsman."

"You know so much about art, it's no wonder you can design your home so well. It's neither cold nor crowded, and the color matching is excellent." Lin Peipei said, "And a Parisian design master I know, It's kind of similar."

"Haha!" Yang Cheng laughed, "It's all done as you like. My dishes are ready, and it's your turn."

The last spoonful of food was placed on the plate, and Yang Cheng made way for Lin Peipei.

He had a serving of sweet and sour pork ribs in his left hand and a plate of ants climbing a tree in his right hand. He almost bumped into Zhang Kexin just as he was leaving the kitchen.

It turned out that after she finished packing her things, she had been wandering around the kitchen door.

"I didn't expect Pepe to be able to chat with him..." Zhang Kexin didn't know whether to be surprised or surprised.

After she and Yang Cheng got together, almost all relatives and friends were against it.

In social situations, no matter what Yang Cheng said is right or wrong, everyone is attacking him.

Lin Peipei probably didn't know Yang Cheng's identity, or maybe he grew up abroad and his thinking was not so conservative, so he accepted him, right?

Zhang Kexin thought, there is another possibility, that is, Yang Cheng really has some shining point that he didn't realize.

Lin Peipei made a salad and crab yolk eggs, and the meal officially started.

The three sat around the table, Yang Cheng opened a bottle of red wine, poured it for the two ladies first, and poured a glass of Jiang Xiaobai himself.

"Why did you drink white wine?" Zhang Kexin frowned slightly, wanting to reprimand, but after thinking about it, forget it.

In front of outsiders, give him some face.

Lin Peipei pursed her lips and smiled: "I often hear my dad say that cigarettes make articles and wine make poetry. Your husband is so talented, it's normal to drink some wine!"

Zhang Kexin smiled lightly: "How can he have any talent."

Yang Cheng sipped his wine and sneered in his heart: "Probably in your eyes, I'm just a waste."

"By the way, how did you two meet? Who chased who first?" Lin Peipei asked again.