"Are you sure I do it first?" Wu Hai looked at Yuan Zhou with doubt on his face.
"Yes, no problem." Yuan Zhou said that it is no problem to watch a rookie cook, although his current rating from the God of Cooking is that he is just a novice.
"That's what you said." Wu Hai shrugged indifferently.
"Well, let's go." Yuan Zhou nodded and urged.
After walking to the second floor, Wu Hai stepped forward and opened the door. Yuanzhou said as usual, "Dirty, messy, bad. You took two of them."
"Don't throw the drawings around." Wu Hai was still very embarrassed.
And the artist's drawings really shouldn't be thrown away carelessly, especially the famous ones.
"Haha." Yuanzhou replied with two words of profound meaning, as if he had understood it himself.
"Zheng Jiawei will take care of it later." Wu Hai thought of Zheng Jiawei and said matter-of-factly.
"Your agent is very good." Yuan Zhou said with envy as he thought of that all-powerful agent.
"Well, it's really good." Only in front of others would Wu Hai say that Zheng Jiawei was good.
Since Yuan Zhou started learning composition, he has only been to Wu Hai's studio three times. Since his first visit to Yuan Zhou, he found that the last struggle was unnecessary. Wu Hai's family was the only one on the entire second floor.
Wu Hai rented out the entire floor. Rich people are so willful.
As for the rest of the time, he was studying in Yuanzhou's small shop. Yuanzhou would not wander around other people's places, so this was the first time he saw Wuhai's kitchen.
The two rooms that were opened up retained a large kitchen, which was equipped with a full set of kitchen utensils. The metal shell was shiny and looked very clean. However, except for the water cup, everything else in the stove was basically used. New, completely unused.
"You haven't used it before?" Yuan Zhou felt that he should use it at least once, even for instant noodles.
"Not long after we moved here, you opened the door, and then you didn't need it anymore." Wu Hai said directly.
"Um, what about other times?" Yuan Zhou said more vaguely, which probably meant that he also closed the door to take a rest.
"Of course I would be hungry when you closed the door, otherwise you would think." Wu Hai's resentment could not be suppressed.
Is this really a die-hard fan? Yuanzhou thought to himself.
"You clean up the kitchen first, and you can start cooking later." Yuan Zhou stood up straight and pointed to the kitchen.
"Change the subject." Wu Hai concluded, but had no intention of moving.
"If you don't wash yourself, you can eat what you cook." Yuan Zhou said directly when he saw Wu Hai standing upright.
"I'm a painter, Jia Wei is good at this." Wu Hai said calmly, stroking his mustache.
"It's up to you." Yuanzhou will not force him to clean up, after all, he is also the one who doesn't wash the dishes.
"It's stuck." There was a sound of the door lock turning, and Zheng Jiawei came in with a lot of ingredients.
"Here you are, clean the kitchen and I'll provide the ingredients." Wu Hai said very naturally.
"I prepared tomato stewed beef brisket, green pepper chicken, twice-cooked pork and stir-fried cabbage. Dessert is watermelon and fruit, and the radish you want." Zheng Jiawei first greeted Yuan Zhou with a smile, and then returned with the ingredients. Kitchen, he said as he took it out.
"Well, let's wash the kitchen first." Wu Hai was still eager to try Yuan Zhou's teaching.
"If I start cooking at this time, will it be too early for lunch?" Zheng Jiawei looked at the time.
"No, I will do it." Wu Hai's original intention was that he should do it slowly.
"You do it?" Zheng Jiawei opened his eyes wide, raised his orchid finger, pointed at Wu Hai and said in disbelief.
"Well, I haven't done it for a long time." Wu Hai said affirmatively.
"Then I'll pack up and leave." Zheng Jiawei had never spoken so decisively.
"Then who will clean up the rest?" Wu Hai never thought of cleaning up by himself. As for Yuan Zhou, he would definitely not help clean up, so there was no need to ask.
"I'll come over tonight to clean up." Zheng Jiawei said firmly.
And being a man of few words, he started cleaning up the kitchen seriously and very quickly.
The kitchen was tidy and tidy in half an hour.
"Okay, you can use it, I'm leaving first." Before Zheng Jiawei left, he gave Yuan Zhou a particularly sympathetic look.
Yuan Zhou was a little confused, but his godlike intuition still believed that there must be something wrong with Wu Hai, so he became alert.
"Is it a kitchen killer or something?" Yuan Zhou made a random guess.
"Should I handle the ingredients?" Wu Hai turned around and asked Yuan Zhou, who was already standing at the door.
"Well, it's all up to you, let's get started." Yuan Zhou stood at the door with his arms folded, and of course his toes were slightly tilted towards the door.
From this look, he obviously thought Wu Hai was going to blow up the kitchen.
"Okay then." Wu Hai nodded, took out the ingredients and started washing them.
Everything started out normally, with the sound of water flowing, and all the dishes being washed, cut, and placed on the glass table for later use.
"The handling is pretty good, you can take the blame." Yuan Zhou looked at it carefully and found that Wu Hai handled it very well.
"Yes." Wu Hai responded, turning on the fire and getting ready to cook.
Only then did Yuan Zhou realize that there were no seasonings or oil on the kitchen counter.
"Bang" Wu Hai opened a cabinet door, took out a large spray bottle and started pouring it into the pot.
"What do you mean?" Yuan Zhou was a little confused.
It wasn't until he poured it out that he realized that there was oil in the pot, and it flowed into the pot along the shower head. Yuan Zhou was speechless.
Then Wu Hai picked up a large paintbrush and started painting on the pot.
"What are you doing?" Yuan Zhou couldn't help but ask.
"Pour oil on the bottom of the pot." Wu Hai looked serious.
"You continue." Yuan Zhou pressed his forehead and began to have a bad premonition.
Immediately afterwards, Wu Hai began to place the beef pieces in dots in the pot. Yes, he placed them. The pieces of beef were all where they should be.
Then there is the arrangement of the aniseed ingredients. When adding the cooking wine, Wu Hai also uses a small spray bottle. It is very clear where to spray and where to spray.
Now Yuanzhou knows why the pots in Wu Hai's house are all flat-bottomed. This is not for cooking, it's more like painting.
It would be amazing if this could be made delicious.
It is understandable from the sympathetic look in Zheng Jiawei's eyes. This is no longer a kitchen killer, this is a kitchen monster.
It was almost noon. Yuan Zhou organized his speech and then said, "I'll be here today. I need to go back and prepare the materials for lunch."
"What's left?" Wu Hai asked, looking at the ingredients on the stove.
"I'll teach you step by step this afternoon." Yuan Zhou glanced at the pot of beef brisket that looked like a work of art and said decisively.
"Okay." Wu Hai agreed simply.
After saying that, Yuanzhou returned to his small shop. Thinking of Wu Hai's enthusiastic attitude when cooking, he took out paint bottles one after another and poured them into the pot. He also said, this color is too light, add some red. , the brown over there is lighter and so on.
The pot of colorful tomato beef brisket was also a great test of Yuan Zhou's endurance. Who knows what he has been through in the past few hours.
Fortunately, someone interrupted Yuan Zhou's thoughts at this time.
“Is Boss Yuan here?”… (.)