C963 His Talent Was Indeed Lacking
C963 His Talent Was Indeed Lacking
Beiming Yue said seriously, "Try some new things."
Feng Qingyan,... ""
After a while, Beiming Yue said again, "You go out and wait for me. It will be done in a while."
Feng Qingyan lowered her eyes to look at a black thing in the pot, "What is this?"
Beiming Yue said, "Steak!"
Feng Qingyan was speechless."
She really could not tell!
"Is it... burnt?"
Beiming Yue coughed lightly, "I don't want this anymore. I will make a new one later."
After saying that, he secretly muttered in his heart, Shaang Sizhan must have made worse than him. No, he must have blown up the kitchen!
Feng Qingyan looked at the rubbish bin beside her. There seemed to be a few pieces of black stuff.
Rong Ye knew that Beiming Yue definitely could not succeed in one go, so he bought a lot for him to practice with.
Reality proved that his guess was right.
Feng Qingyan said, "How about I do it?"
Beiming Yue looked at her and raised his eyebrows. He asked with slight doubt, "You do?"
"No." Feng Qingyan answered honestly.
Indeed, she did not know how to cook. She tried, but failed. She gave up after that.
But she thought that she should be stronger than Beiming Yue.
There were three black lines on Beiming Yue's forehead. "Go out and wait!"
In the end, Feng Qingyan was still chased out by Beiming Yue.
She sat at the dining table and looked in the direction of the kitchen. Her expression was difficult to put into words.
After another half an hour, Beiming Yue finally came out with two servings of steak and placed them on the dining table.
The surface was still a little sticky, but at least it was not charcoal.
Beiming Yue coughed lightly and said, "Try it."
Feng Qingyan looked at the steak and then looked at Beiming Yue. "You... didn't poison it, right?"
... ""
Beiming Yue said, [I want you to die, why would I need to poison you?]"
Feng Qingyan picked up the knife and fork on the table and cut a small piece, putting it into her mouth.
Beiming Yue looked at her and asked, "How is it?"
Feng Qingyan swallowed it and replied, "It's quite good."
"Really?"
Feng Qingyan nodded. " Yes."
Beiming Yue laughed lightly. "Just say that I am very talented when it comes to cooking."
Feng Qingyan,... ""
Beiming Yue took the red wine that had been opened on the table and poured it into two tall glasses.
"Let's drink some wine today."
Feng Qingyan looked at him and the beautiful eyes suddenly became alert.
There had always been a lot of things to do in the entertainment industry. Beiming Yue was cooking today and asking her to drink. He seemed to have ulterior motives!
Seeing her like this, Beiming Yue frowned. "What kind of gaze is that?"
"Beiming Yue, what are you trying to do?"
Beiming Yue said in all seriousness, "Of course it's to celebrate your death!" He paused for a second and smiled wickedly. "We can go back the day after tomorrow."
Feng Qingyan naturally understood what he meant.
A flash of red appeared on her small face.
Beiming Yue picked up a glass of wine and passed it to her, "Here."
Feng Qingyan took the glass of wine and hesitantly took a sip.
Beiming Yue smiled and said, "Don't worry, baby. The wine is very normal. There is nothing else."
After saying that, he picked up a knife and fork and cut a piece of steak and put it into his mouth.
This was the first time in his life that he cooked.
However, after chewing twice, Beiming Yue's whole body instantly turned bad.
He forced himself not to spit it out and swallowed it.
"Feng Qingyan, this is also called pretty good!"
Feng Qingyan said, "This is your first time doing it. This should be considered pretty good."
Beiming Yue took the steak to the side. "Don't eat it. I will eat it next time."
After saying that, he looked at Rong Ye and instructed, "Call the chef over!"
Rong Ye,... "Yes."
Lord's talent in cooking was indeed a little lacking.