I became the pet of the Celestial Masters by cooking

Because of the Zhao family couple's visit, several people couldn't help sighing about Pan Jianqiang's matter again. This time, even Lu Linglan joined in, voicing sweetness to the scumbag Jiang Hui.

The four chatted and it was almost time for dinner, Lu Linglan ordered takeaway as usual.

Speaking of food, Tong Shangyan remembered that Yin Tangfeng agreed with him to use the pantry to cook, and asked the three of them where to buy vegetables nearby. After all, he had only been here for three days, and the farthest place he went was across the road mobile breakfast cart.

Among the three, Wang Lifeng was the most familiar with the surrounding environment, and he talked a lot in just a few sentences.

The road where the studio is located is a commercial street. Except for the coffee shop downstairs, most of the others are small circle businesses that depend on regular customers.

500 meters to the east of the studio is a residential area with supermarkets and vegetable markets nearby; to the south is the old campus of a university that Tong Shangyan once saw on the balcony of Yin Tangfeng’s house; There are several government offices in the west.

While listening to Wang Lifeng's introduction, Tong Shangyan looked up the map on the computer and exclaimed from time to time: "Looking at it this way, the location of our studio is really good. It's quiet in the middle of the noise and suitable for living and business. The boss chooses this place." awesome."

Wang Lifeng opened the thermos cup and took a sip of tea, gave him an inscrutable look, and said, "If you know who owns the shops on this street, you can just say the owner's vision."

"Why, why?" Tong Shangyan asked sincerely.

Wang Lifeng sold his hands and leaned close to him to decipher: "80.00% of the properties on our street are owned by the boss."

Tong Shangyan's eyes widened in shock, and he couldn't help but look towards the closed office on the second floor, and asked incredulously, "Really, really? You didn't lie to me, did you?"

"What did you lie to?" Wang Lifeng stroked the hair on the top of her head twice, "If you don't believe me, ask Yuan Min. If you don't believe me, you should always believe him?"

Hearing this, Tong Shangyan's eyes immediately fell on Yuan Min.

Yuan Min nodded helplessly, and explained to him: "Brother Feng's mother's surname is Wei, and she is Wei Chaoqi's older sister."

"Wei Chaoqi? Are you talking about Wei Chaoqi, one of the ten richest men in Yu'an?" As a native of Yu'an, Tong Shangyan is definitely familiar with the name Wei Chaoqi, and even the name itself is a reference to many young people who have come to Yu'an to struggle. A lifelong goal.

Yuan Min nodded: "A lot of real estate around here used to belong to Wei Chaoqi's sister, who is Brother Feng's mother. After the aunt passed away, Brother Feng inherited these properties."

This time Tong Shangyan felt even more unbelievable. He originally thought that Yin Tangfeng had a real estate in the lower city and was already a rich man, but he never expected: "He, he, his family is so rich, he, he... shouldn't inherit millions. Family business, go to high-end hotels, and be a domineering president?" How could you be a small boss in this small studio?

No no no, not just a small studio owner's problem, but...

"The boss is so rich, how can he learn and learn spells?"

"The rich can't cultivate?" Wang Lifeng asked in disapproval.

Tong Shangyan was speechless for a while and thought: "That's not true, I just wonder how the boss got into this business? Is he a very powerful archmage?" With a studio at such a young age, he must be famous.

"That's a must!" Wang Lifeng blurted out, a round face showing a bit of pride, "Our boss is a genius in this industry, born with yin and yang eyes, drawing talismans at the age of three, setting up magic circles at the age of five, and single-handedly destroying it at the age of 14." A century-old resentful ghost became famous in one battle and shocked the circle.

This strength, look at Quan Yuan... No, it is Quan Huaxia. Among people of this generation, there are only one or two who are as good as the boss. "

Tong Shangyan was dumbfounded when he heard it, and kept sighing in his heart that he had lost his sight. This is not only his boss, landlord, and savior, but it must be his uncle!

At this time, Wang Lifeng continued: "Of course, the boss is so powerful because of his good inheritance. Before the boss's father passed away, who in the cultivation circle didn't know his name? Even if more than ten years have passed, who would mention Yin Qiyu? Don't you want to boast about being a genius? After he passed away, who can hold back from sighing and regretting?

Those who have been favored by him in the past, who doesn't give our boss some face now?If Yin Qiyu and his wife are still here, why is our boss living in such a small place? "

Tong Shangyan listened, pondered for a while, and realized later: "Boss...boss's parents have passed away? His master has also passed away, and he...has been living alone?"

Wang Lifeng and Yuan Min nodded slowly together, and Tong Shangyan suddenly felt sad. For the first time, he felt that, apart from Yin Tangfeng's family background, the two of them... had a bit of sympathy for each other.

"The boss's parents... When were you away?"

Wang Lifeng sighed again before saying anything, and was about to continue to say something when Lu Linglan's phone rang, and the takeaways ordered by everyone had arrived.

Tong Shangyan went downstairs to pick up takeaway, Yuan Min went upstairs to ask Yin Tangfeng to eat, and the topic of Yin Tangfeng's life experience stopped there.

There are sofas and coffee tables in the rest area by the window of the studio, which is a place for several people to gather for dinner.

Yin Tangfeng occupied the seat of the three-person sofa by himself, Wang Lifeng, Yuan Min and Lu Linglan squeezed across from him like potatoes, Tong Shangyan came out of the tea room with the juice poured for others, and seeing that only Yin Tangfeng was empty, he didn't even think about it Wanting to sit there, he asked Wang Lifeng while distributing fruit juice: "Brother Wang, is the vegetable market you mentioned big? Is it far to walk there?"

Holding a lunch box, Wang Lifeng recalled, and said, "It's not too far away. It took ten minutes to walk. The area...seems quite large. I haven't been in it, so I don't know. Why are you asking this? You want to cook for yourself?"

Tong Shangyan nodded, pointed to the tea room, then pointed to Yin Tangfeng beside him, and said, "The boss said that I can use the stove inside to cook."

Hearing this, Wang Lifeng, Yuan Min, and Lu Linglan turned their heads to the tea room at the same time, and then woke up like a dream: "Can we cook in the studio?"

Tong Shangyan: ...

Yin Tangfeng said leisurely: "It should be possible."

Tong Shangyan:? ? ?

What you are not sure about, promise me so readily?

However, Tong Shangyan couldn't help being suspicious when the three people looked at him questioningly, "I, I'll try it tomorrow, and you'll know if you try it."

In order to "show" his cooking skills in the studio the next day, Tong Shangyan made preparations in advance. After get off work, he went straight to the vegetable market introduced by Wang Lifeng, bought a bunch of vegetables and eggs, and filled Yin Tangfeng's refrigerator.

It was also thanks to Yin Tangfeng's home having a large double-door refrigerator, which accommodated Tong Shangyan's purchasing power of accidentally overbuying.

Now that all the dishes are bought, of course Tong Shangyan cooks dinner at home.

He has worked in the online sales of agricultural and sideline products for almost a year, and he may not have learned much about other skills. He said clearly about seasonal vegetables: "It is rainy in April, and the rain produces a hundred grains. What you eat in this season should pay attention to nourishing the kidneys, peas, celery, and lettuce. Bamboo shoots and spring bamboo shoots are suitable for eating at this time, not only fresh but also delicious.”

Yin Tangfeng leaned against the door of the kitchen with his arms crossed and watched Tong Shangyan busy by the sink. Seeing that he was skilled in choosing dishes, and his knife skills were neat and crisp, he could tell he was a seasoned veteran.

Tong Shangyan spoke enthusiastically to Yin Tangfeng alone, but he never got a response from the people behind him. He reflected on whether he was too nagging: "Boss, boss, am I being too verbose?"

Yin Tangfeng shook his head, just said: "You tell me, I'll listen."

Knowing that he wasn't disgusted for talking too much, Tong Shangyan felt relieved and continued with the task at hand: "I saw fresh Chinese toon in the vegetable market today, so I bought a handful, by the way, boss, do you eat Chinese toon? "

Having said that, Tong Shangyan regretted not asking about Yin Tangfeng's eating habits in advance, such as the dish of Chinese toon, some people like its taste, while others are particularly disgusted.If he cooks something that Yin Tangfeng doesn't like, losing his job and living on the streets are considered trivial matters, he is afraid that if this one uses real kung fu, his own life will be in danger.

Fortunately, Yin Tangfeng quickly answered him: "Eat."

It's the word "eat"...it sounds wobbly.

Tong Shangyan really guessed right about this, Yin Tangfeng’s answer was purely a subconscious reaction, when Tong Shangyan asked him if he would eat Chinese toon, the first reaction in his mind was “What is Chinese toon?”

But soon, he remembered his uncle Wei Chaoqi's "education" to him when his aunt cooked and served a bowl of hot soup with a strange color: "It's good if someone cooks for you, why are you picky? eat!"

So the toon scrambled eggs happily became the first food on the menu for the two of them tonight.

And in the following questions about Yin Tangfeng's taste preferences, Yin Tangfeng's answer was all "eat"!In addition to being not very concerned about eating, he was also deeply influenced by his uncle's eating concepts.

Tong Shangyan carefully looked at Yin Tangfeng several times. Although he felt that his answer was a bit perfunctory, it didn't seem like he was forcing himself, so he let go of his courage and told himself that delicious food can be figured out. Yin Tangfeng eats as long as he is satisfied!

Thinking about it this way, his subordinates moved faster, but Yin Tangfeng stood aside and watched, and felt more and more like someone waiting to eat, asking for help.

Then, after he broke a bowl, poured out half a barrel of oil, and couldn't tell the difference between sugar and salt, Tong Shangyan decisively invited him to the living room to watch TV.

An hour later, three dishes, one soup, and two bowls of white rice were served.

The soup is a simple tomato and egg soup, sprinkled with a little green onion in the middle, and it is steaming; the scrambled eggs with Chinese toon, yellow and green, and the plant flavor unique to Chinese toon, have a special flavor; the boiled beef is full in color, and the red soup is soaked in a moderate thickness The sliced ​​beef is mouth-watering; fried yam with celery is refreshing and healthy.

When Yin Tangfeng sat at the dining table and picked up his rice bowl, he felt that his judgment of Tong Shangyan's "good at cooking" was still a bit inaccurate. How could he be good at it?It's almost a specialty!

Yin Tangfeng, who has always been indifferent to eating, suddenly had an urge called "greedy". He couldn't wait to pick up a piece of boiled beef with chopsticks and put it in his mouth. It was delicious, tender, spicy and hot, like fireworks. His mouth exploded, and while his taste buds were ignited, it also aroused his appetite.

"Delicious." He made a quick and brief evaluation, and his chopsticks reached for the toon scrambled eggs next to him.

The golden and emerald green food is alluring, and it goes down with the rice. The tenderness of the eggs, the refreshingness of the Chinese toon, and the aroma of the rice... are full of human fireworks.

"This one is also delicious." Yin Tangfeng admitted that his words were poor, and now he really couldn't think of any words to describe the food in front of him except for "delicious". Moreover, in the face of delicious food, he just wanted to be a qualified cook.

Tong Shangyan looked at it for a while with apprehension, and seeing that Yin Tangfeng really liked the food he made, he felt a big stone in his heart, and with a gratified smile on his mouth, he gave Yin Tangfeng a bowl of soup at hand, and then picked up the chopsticks to eat .

After the meal, Yin Tangfeng was quite self-conscious about "eating idle food" and took the initiative to take on the job of washing dishes. Tong Shangyan was worried that he would turn the kitchen into a "broken porcelain field" as he washed and washed, and followed him like an old hen to protect him. bowl".

Fortunately, Yin Tangfeng doesn't have any talent in cooking, but he has a powerful kitchen. The automatic dishwasher "protects" his high-end tableware well. Yin Tangfeng only needs to be responsible for packing the cleaned dishes into the cabinet.

Tong Shangyan landed steadily with his heart hanging, and at the same time gained a new understanding of Yin Tangfeng—his new boss, although arrogant, is down-to-earth.

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The author has something to say:

I finally wrote about cooking QAQ, it’s a pity that the author’s culinary skills are theoretical, and I probably won’t be able to cry when I write it down to the kid next door