The Epic Revenge Chapter 1207: Artists are bold

Chapter 1207: Artisans are bold

Food and laughter are enough to open one's heart and warm one's heart.

Gu Qingzhou had a good meal, and in Cheng Yu's gag again, his mood completely improved.

Half a plate of phoenix tail shrimp was left, and Cheng Yu brought it back.

Zhuomozhi has been able to go out.

He is very enterprising and needs to go to the school to teach, for fear that his coursework will be replaced by other teachers. He also often has to go back to Peiping to do his filial piety and rest without flaws.

However, he no longer went back to the small attic at night, but stayed with Cheng Yu.

After Gu Qingzhou's mood returned to normal, he also liked to talk about gossip.

She asked Si Xingpei: "Do you believe in dissociation?"

"I don't believe it." Si Xingpei said.

"I believe it a little bit." Gu Qingzhou said.

Si Xingpei said: "There are two personality souls in a person's body. Think about this carefully, does it sound like nonsense?"

Gu Qingzhou smiled.

She said: "It's hard to figure out the human soul. Even in the legends of our ancestors, there are three souls and seven souls. If they are separated from each other, can't they get a lot of them?"

Si Xingpei still doesn't quite believe it.

However, if Gu Qingzhou is shaken, he can too.

He is unprincipled in the presence of his wife.

What Mrs. believes, Si Xingpei believes. If one day, the wife believes that people can fly and escape, Si Xingpei is also willing to believe it.

"Cheng Yu took a big advantage." Si Xingpei said.

"Huh?"

"She found a little white face, but it turned out to be two people. Isn't she taking advantage?" Si Xingpei said.

Gu Qingzhou beat him: "She was scared to death, and you made her happy."

"What's there to be afraid of? Zhuo Mozhi's feet were worn out, so bring her back." Si Xingpei said, "On this point, even if this person is a devil, he has a share of kindness for Cheng. Yu.”

Gu Qingzhou was quite moved.

"I didn't expect that he really fell in love with Cheng Yu." Gu Qingzhou said, "I wish I could join in and make a marriage for them."

Si Xingpei pinched her nose: "There are so many things, why don't you knit another sweater for me."

The old sweater from before was brought over by Si Xingpei.

Gu Qingzhou plans to fix his sleeves again.

However, when you look at it, it's really unsightly, and she's a little embarrassed.

"Alright then, I'll study again." Gu Qingzhou said.

She likes to learn this little craft.

On the afternoon of early winter, sitting on the sofa in the living room, letting the sunlight coming in from the window bask on the back of her feet, warm all over her body, and knitting wool stitch by stitch is the best life.

She's in a good mood.

Gu Qingzhou and Si Xingpei resumed their previous lives, but Cheng Yu was in chaos again.

Every time Zhuo Mozhi came back, he had to be close to her, which made Cheng Yu conflicted.

She wanted to be angry with Zhuo Mozhi, but she was really embarrassed, after all, they tried so hard to save her; but it was a bit difficult to make her emotional.

When she was sulking, Zhuo Mozhi asked her, "Would you like to go out to eat something good?"

That's a lot of fun.

Every time he made such a proposal, Cheng Yu's stomach would not live up to his expectations, he fantasized about various delicacies, and compromised without principle: "Yes."

Zhuomozhi took her to the restaurant.

She hadn't had enough of the anchovy shrimp, so she asked the restaurant people to make it.

There is no Su-style anchovy shrimp in Northwestern cuisine, so the boy is also in a dilemma.

The chef personally came over and asked about the appearance and taste of the dish: "Miss, tell me carefully, I'll try it."

Cheng Yu described the appearance and taste.

She doesn't know the essence of cooking this dish. The chef has never done it, so she can only try other ways of cooking shrimp.

The anchovy prawns made are not very similar in appearance.

Cheng Yu took a sip and left it angrily.

Zhuomozhi asked: "Isn't it delicious?"

"Neither." Cheng Yu said, "It's not that taste."

Zhuomo only clipped one of his own.

"Crispy on the outside and tender shrimp, isn't that delicious?" Zhuo Mozhi asked her.

Cheng Yu shook his head.

She put her elbows on the table, sighed and said to Zhuo Mozhi: "I really envy Gu Qingzhou, her **** husband can cook anything."

Zhuomozhi's expression froze slightly.

"Hello is very good, but you can't cook." Cheng Yu said again.

The disappointment in her words irritated Zhuo Mozhi.

How can a man fail a woman?

"Isn't it just cooking?" he said, "I'll learn."

Cheng Yu looked at him in astonishment: "Can you learn it?"

"Try it." Zhuo Mozhi said, "Isn't the master teacher too?"

Cheng Yu said: "Look at how you compare to this person! You compare favorably!"

Zhuomozhi's lips curved slightly.

Cheng Yu and Gu Qingzhou have a very good relationship. They are not the kind of friendship that compliments each other, but they dislike each other but are loyal to each other.

Zhuomozhi was originally very disdainful of interacting with people.

The sincere friendship also moved him.

"I'll go back and learn," he said.

Sure enough, from this day on, every time he went to the school to teach two shooting lessons, he would go to a restaurant and learn other people's craftsmanship.

He had a relationship and gave him enough money.

He was taught by an imperial chef who once served in the palace, specializing in Yunnan cuisine, and belongs to the Yunnan cuisine chef.

Zhuo Mozhi didn't want to learn to cook, he just wanted to please Cheng Yu.

He chose dishes from Cheng Yu's hometown.

The royal chef told him: "Dian cuisine is mainly based on fresh water and mountain delicacies, such as cloud legs, chicken brown, pine mushrooms, and prawns. If you can master these, you can even become a teacher."

Zhuomozhi said: "It's quite simple."

The chef almost slapped him in the face with a spoon!

In front of a master chef who is blindly studying hard, he used the words "very simple" to evaluate Yunnan cuisine, which is a humiliation to the chef and Yunnan cuisine.

"Where are you from?" the chef asked him coldly.

Zhuomozhi said: "Anhui."

"Oh, your Anhui cuisine is quite simple to make," said the chef.

Only then did Zhuo Mozhi realize that he had angered the chef.

Then, the royal chef made every effort to make things difficult, and he understood the reason.

Study for days, exhausted, and didn't learn anything.

Cheng Yu asked him: "Are you really going to learn how to cook?"

"Hmm."

"How's the grade?" Cheng Yu smiled, "Can you make phoenix shrimp?"

Zhuo Mozhi was embarrassed to say that he annoyed other chefs as soon as he opened his mouth, and now he is still doing things, picking and chopping vegetables, etc., without touching the stove at all.

"Learn a little bit more," he said.

Cheng Yu was ignorant and deliberately asked, "How much is the fur? You can make one for me."

Zhuomozhi glanced at her.

Cheng Yu looks full of anticipation.

Zhuo Mozhi had no choice but to take it hard. He had seen the chef make money prawns, so he said, "Can I make money prawns for you?"

Cheng Yu was shocked: "Our Yunnan money prawns? Come, come, try!"

Zhuomozhi's craftsmanship is not very high, but he is very courageous.

He didn't understand anything, so he was busy working in the kitchen, getting oily all over his body and making a pot of black prawns.

He said solemnly: "It doesn't look good, but it tastes authentic."

Cheng Yu endured the twitching of the corners of his lips and reached out to grab one and peel it off.

Peel one open, take half a bite, spit it out on the spot, and throw the remaining half into Zhuomo's face!

"I'm not familiar, it's killing me!" Cheng Yu scolded with jumping feet.