After the soul swap, the president was abused by the evil mother-in-law every day

Chapter 159 The daily life of bickering
Grandpa Tan thought for a while and felt that what he said made sense, so he nodded in approval of his statement.

"If you can't handle the company's affairs, you can leave it to Tan Moyao. If anyone dares to bully you, you can tell grandpa, including the group of old boys at the shareholder meeting. Don't be afraid of them. If it's really not possible, I, an old man, can still go to the company Sit in line."

Tan Moyao was shocked when he heard that, Grandpa is really biased, he is really biased.

"Yes, I know, don't worry. No one in the company dares to bully me, at least not now."

"That's good. Mo Yao is back, you have to cook two delicious dishes for grandpa in a while, and the 4A-grade beef I asked them to send has arrived." Grandpa Qin looked at the door and entered with a big box " Qin Moyao" said.

He also had a headache when he heard the word cooking.

But he could only bite the bullet and nod.

Yan Miaohuan took the things into the kitchen and went to the living room and sat down. She kept looking at Tan Moyao, because she was curious about what the grandfather and grandson talked about during the time she was away.

"Okay, ok, go to work, I will work hard for you tonight, I will go out to drink tea with your parents. Mo Yao, you also follow to help, if you don't know how to do it, learn to do it. "Grandpa Qin ordered.

"Yes."

When the two came to the kitchen, they really stared at each other.

"How to do it?" Tan Moyao didn't know anything and could only rely on Yan Miaohuan's verbal guidance. If it wasn't for the servants walking around in the house, she wished she could do it directly.

"Grandpa wants to eat beef, so let's make a red wine stewed beef, and then make a pan-fried yellow croaker that he usually likes very much." She thought for a while before saying.

"What should I do now? You know I really don't know how to cook." Tan Moyao stood in front of the stove, as if he didn't know what to ask.

"Take out the beef, put some salt, oil, and marinate in some red wine for 10 minutes. Wash the fish too, and marinate it with onion and ginger cooking wine to remove the fishy smell." She finished all the preparations in one breath.

"Okay, does this need to be cut?" Tan Moyao was at a loss as to what to do with the blood red piece of beef.

"Well, cut it like this." She gestured, but she couldn't get started. The housekeeper kept coming in and out of the kitchen door, as if secretly watching them.

"Ah, okay." In fact, he didn't understand what the other party meant at all, anyway, just cut it down.

"Oh, oh, that's not the case. It won't be able to be bitten by then, so you have to cut it off from here." Yan Miaohuan saw that the knife in his hand was about to cut off his own hand, and he also became flustered.

"What, isn't that okay?" he retorted.

"Oh, look outside, I'll show you."

The two of them worked in the kitchen for a long time and finally prepared the dishes.

"Fire and pour oil!" she said.

"Yeah." He complied.

I don't know if the water got in, the oil in the oil pan started to dance and crackle.

"What should I do?" Tan Moyao took the shovel and ran to think.

Yan Miaohuan couldn't laugh or cry when he saw that a big man was so afraid of oil.

"Come here, pour the meat." She crossed her arms and looked at him.

"It's dangerous!"

"Are you going to do it or not? If not, I'll go find grandpa." She threatened him.

"You... just do it, it's just cooking, how difficult it can be."

Without saying a word, he poured all the beef in the bowl into it.

"what!"

The splashed oil spots jumped onto his white arm.

"Go and rush! Go!" Yan Miaohuan looked anxious, as if she had been scalded.

But...it was indeed her body that was hot.

Tan Moyao stood in front of the faucet and pointed at the red spot on his arm while watching her skillfully cooking.

"Did she just worry about me or her disfigurement?" He couldn't help thinking about this question in his heart.

"No problem?"

He shook his head.

"Seeing that you are usually showing off in the company, how clumsy are you when you enter the kitchen. Hurry up and stir fry, Aunt Li and the others are here." She hurriedly found the spatula for fear of being seen.

If the people in the old house see her as the "eldest young master" cooking, it will really be over.

Tan Moyao walked over unwillingly, and took a tool to stir fry.

He suddenly remembered that this person used to cook a table full of meals every day waiting for him to go home for dinner.

But he didn't eat there a few times at all, either he had eaten outside for entertainment, or he didn't want to eat at the same table with her. Now that he thinks about it, he himself feels that he was... a little too much.

The two tossed in the kitchen for a long time, and finally the two dishes were ready.

"It's okay, if you can eat it, you can barely handle it. If grandpa asks, you can say that you haven't cooked for a long time, and you are a bit unfamiliar." She said after taking a sip.

"It's so delicious, how come it's barely edible when you say it out of your mouth?" He also tasted it, and felt that he had done it very successfully.

"Hmph, it's okay for a novice like you, but this is not my real level. I can cook at the age of ten," she said.

"You know it at such a young age?" He couldn't believe it, he was clearly a child at the age of ten.

"If you can't, you have to know, or you will be beaten and starved." She said lightly.

Tan Moyao felt something choked on him and couldn't speak.

"Master, young mistress, put the vegetables in the incubator first. I can cook a few vegetarian dishes before I can eat. Go out and rest for a while." Aunt Li walked in and said.

"it is good."

Tan Moyao touched his greasy hands, went to wash them, and then hurried out.

"They are outside, let's go upstairs and sit for a while." Tan Moyao looked at the few people in the garden, and then he didn't want to go out, because he would talk too much and it would be easy to reveal his secrets.

"Well, I haven't even been in your room," she said.

Every time she came back to the old house, she went back that night. She knew that Tan Moyao grew up in this house when she was a child, so she was naturally curious.

I wonder if this person's previous room was like the study in their home, cold and impersonal.

Tan Moyao saw that she said it like this, and he had no reason to refuse.

"Okay, but just don't touch my things casually."

"Okay, okay, I get it, you're really a fool." She complained.

The two went upstairs one after the other.

Sure enough, as soon as the door opened, she felt as if she saw their own bedroom.

Almost the same layout, almost the same furniture and decoration, anyway, it looks like there is no temperature.

But there are a lot of cute things, probably bought by him when he was a child.

(End of this chapter)