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She came to the kitchen, rolled up her sleeves, and then, with a flexible knife and shovel, immediately began to show her skills. I cut the white meat into diced meat. I wanted to cook fried rice, but I didn't have any leftovers in the evening. It took me too much time to cook it again, mainly because she was lazy So he made some porridge, went back to the pot again, took some eggs, and picked some vegetables outside the villa.

Then they cut the meat into porridge, boiled the eggs, and then spread the porridge.

When it came out of the pot, a little salt was added to the porridge. The stewed glutinous and soft white porridge was added with refreshing green vegetables and fragrant minced meat. A pot of green vegetables and lean meat porridge was born. When she brought this pot of porridge to the table, the suspicious overbearing president's face was obviously relaxed She's not killing herself. She's making delicious food!

"This Can you eat it? " The overbearing president looked at the white smoke porridge in front of him, and his tone was half unbelievable.

"I can't kill you. How about incense?" She looked at the overbearing president's surprised look, very proud said: "taste the taste, if you don't believe it, you can call the demon zero in advance to order an ambulance."

Shaolin Xiaoqing is confident that she can make this kind of home-made dish palatable. However, she doesn't bother to dig through the expensive seasonings. She only puts a little salt in the porridge, and she doesn't know how it tastes? However, it's safer than the red and green dark food originally made by the overbearing president, isn't it?

The bully president took the bowl of porridge she gave him, then lowered her head and drank it slowly. As a result, she didn't know. When her tongue was stained with the wonderful porridge, her eyes, which she had slightly reserved, suddenly showed amazing eyes and said to her in disbelief: "can this porridge be eaten? And it tastes good? There's nothing special about the ingredients... "

"What! This is my real Kung Fu Lin Xiaoqing knocked him on the head with a spoon. He also served himself a bowl, and then tasted it. Fortunately, the level was still there, and the taste was good. GA GA GA!

As soon as the overbearing president heard her shouting, his face was full of incredible surprise. At last, he didn't say anything. He just bowed his head and took a big gulp. With practical actions, he proved how delicious her porridge was It seems that she won't have to eat her damn plain noodles to please her in the future, which is also good!

Soon, a pot of vegetables and lean meat porridge will be at the bottom. The bully president drank three bowls of wine by himself, and after eating it, he still looked like he had no end of it: "this taste is really good. It's much better than what she did. It has a fresh taste."

Lin Xiaoqing listened to the overbearing president's words and immediately thought of the plots of those bloody eight o'clock TV dramas. He quickly grasped the key points, and then asked: "she? What, have you ever eaten porridge made by other women? Emma, I'm dead! You didn't even tell me that you ate porridge from other women. I'm not going to live! "

She always wanted to do such a funny thing as crying, making trouble and hanging herself, but she couldn't do it. In his last life, he just sighed helplessly in all kinds of cold war with song Beichuan, or he would not go home to meet Han Tong's confidant outside, and finally got married.

In her life, she won back song Beichuan's love and beat back Han Tong's covetous eyes. So her noisy heart has been repressed. Anyway, what's the matter with the overbearing president has nothing to do with her. If she doesn't make trouble, it's better to make him tired of himself. That's the best of both worlds, isn't it?

"Xiaoqingqing, what do you think? This is Angela. She's mean. She's my wife now. " The overbearing president looked at her frowning and dazzling, and he thought that he was wrong, and he thought that she was wrong.

"She can cook porridge, too? Isn't that kind of young lady? I thought that apart from stuttering, I would live in wealth all my life. I didn't know that housework and cooking were kidney balls at all? " She was quite surprised that the eldest lady was idle and had nothing to do No, do you buy famous brands, travel all over the world and take all kinds of self portraits?

"We can't be the winner of this kind of marriage. It's right to take career interests as the premise, but it's not just money, power and power. For example, I have to choose a wife who is at least good at cooking and not disrespectful..." The overbearing president saw that she didn't believe it, so he continued to explain.

"Her family is a culinary family, her father is a famous Chinese food critic in the world, Angela basket"

"isn't NIMA? Is that uncle your wife and her father Lin Xiaoqing was surprised this time. This Angela basket is famous all the time. No matter in his last life or in his whole life, this uncle niucha, who is known as the God of food among the four talents, is very good. As long as he goes to a place, whether it's a restaurant or a stall, he has tried delicious food, and this shop will never run away.

The kapukong catering group is married to the daughter of the God of food Emma, it's amazing. It's really a great help to the overbearing president.

He looked at her big eyes. He didn't know what he was thinking, so he wanted to squeeze her face to play, but she interrupted directly: "how does she make this bowl of porridge?""How?" Looking at the ceiling, he recalled, "the scallops are soaked in water for a whole day, then boiled in oil for a minute. It is said that this can bring out the freshest taste of the scallops. Then, the ingredients include the boneless grouper fish. After boiling for an hour, sprinkle some scallion on the table."

After the overbearing president answered her, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the girl in front of him. Then he looked at the porridge that had been finished. A kind of speculation was brewing in the man's mind: "xiaoqingqing, what do you want to do?"

"I don't want to do anything. I remember her father once mentioned a overlord seafood porridge, so he stole a teacher by the way. Who knows, your wife didn't seem to have learned the essence..." In her last life, Lin Xiaoqing was the editor in chief of food review magazine. When she was lucky enough to do an interview with the God of food, she ate the porridge he made. Even after two lives, she would never forget the taste!

It was really delicious. At that time, she remembered that the ingredients used in Angela's basket included eel, not grouper It seems that there is no scallion. You know, eel is very fishy. What's the way to get fishy? Naturally, he would not say, but she wanted to know!

She always thinks that if she learns this dish, she can use it later I don't know why. Maybe it's the sixth sense. Anyway, the secret of overlord's seafood porridge is now settled. I can probably find out from the despicable mouth of Angela, the stammering wife of the overlord president.

It seems that the goods are more naive and better Haha, find a chance to get close to her!

"I said the president's classmate," Lin Xiaoqing looked at him stealthily, "I've been here for so long, but I haven't sent greetings to the president's wife yet. How about arranging for us to meet tomorrow and have a chat?"

Ill intentioned The overbearing president flashed such an idea in his heart, and then said weakly, "what's the matter, please? See too many ancient costume brain damage drama, see yourself brain damage? Say, "what do you want to talk to her about?"

"Talking about our daughter's family, what are you gossiping about She simply picked up the rag and threw it on his face in a rather archaic way. He felt sick for a while and vomited half of the porridge he had just eaten.

It's no doubt a kind of sentiment for a beauty to brush her little handkerchief. Lin Xiaoqing is also beautiful, but the dirty rag is not a fragrant little handkerchief. So the overbearing president, with tears in his eyes, just wanted to accuse her, but there was a sound outside the door.

"Old, old, husband!" It's a woman's voice. It's a woman's voice. Lin Xiaoqing and the overbearing president looked up and saw a woman in a rare silk nightgown come in from outside the villa.

"You, why, why don't you come back? I, I have been waiting for a long time, soup, soup should be cold... " When the woman came in, it turned out to be Angela's despicable wife.

Emma, her wife came to see the scene, and her face became a little ugly. What do these two people mean? Don't you think it's pushing her into the middle of that bloody TV series, that annoying little two and four? No, this villa is also the place where the president is domineering. In this case, can we call it a visit?

"Lin, Miss Lin, you are here, ha ha..." Angela's despicable gesture of raising her hand to wipe sweat stopped because of Lin Xiaoqing's cough. She looked at Lin Xiaoqing standing at the kitchen table. The woman pulled her mouth slightly and showed a smile: "Lin, sister Lin, you and I have finally figured it out. My husband and I are very happy. He often mentions you in front of me..."

Always imitate stuttering tone, it's too depressing, the next omitted!

As soon as Lin Xiaoqing heard this woman's words, her eyebrows immediately twisted. Looking at this woman's appearance, her mouth was full of those seemingly generous words. She didn't know that their marriage was still pretended like this. In a word, she didn't like to be in it, but now she can't tell.

"What do you want me to do?" she turned her lips innocently. After saying that, she began to clean up the flow management desk. Suddenly, she was excited. Her big eyes turned and she thought of something funny. She said to the overbearing president in a low voice: "Hey, chief editor, look how you spit Do you tried? It's sweating. Why don't you go in and wash it? Who else would like to sleep with you? "

Lin Xiaoqing's three words of "sleep with you" shocked the evil man, and the little Qingqing in his mind was always fierce,

in his mind, he was very angry