Movie/TV: How could my sister be Qiao Jingjing?

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Li Xuliang stared at him in disbelief.

I never expected you to be this kind of master.

The way Huang Chengzi looked at him was as if she were looking at a lunatic.

It carries a hint of perversion.

"Sister Qing, are you cooking?"

Qiao Yu stood at the kitchen doorway, a sincere smile plastered on his face.

This kitchen is truly luxurious.

High-end custom-made kitchen cabinets, complete with stainless steel kitchenware.

There are six knives, neatly arranged on the knife rack.

Built-in oven, commercial coffee machine.

There are also hardware accessories that are not commonly seen in ordinary households.

The floors were so shiny they were practically gleaming.

That's incredibly expensive! How much money must have been spent on that?

Xia Qing turned her head, perhaps because Qiao Yu hadn't rashly invaded her territory, and forced a slightly gentle smile:

"Go wait outside, it'll be ready soon."

After saying that, he lowered his head and continued chopping vegetables.

After much hesitation, Qiao Yu decided to venture into the Queen's forbidden area.

Before coming to the kitchen, he assessed the difficulty of the task.

The mission requirement was to shock everyone present.

Considering the number of people, he only needs to handle three people.

The difficulty lies in how to shock everyone present.

Xia Yujie is incredibly wealthy, and even a five-star chef wouldn't give her a second glance.

It's either a problem with the taste, or the standards are too high.

And then there's her inexplicable self-confidence.

The former is more likely.

Xia Qing was cutting meat when Qiao Yu approached silently.

Upon closer inspection, the knife skills were mediocre.

The meat pieces were not cut evenly or thoroughly.

On average, two pieces of lotus root are connected by threads.

He had a passion for cooking, but lost out to a lack of talent.

God is indeed fair.

I will never complain about fate again.

Xia Qing heard footsteps behind her and turned her head to look.

From her slightly furrowed brows, Qiao Yu sensed that she was feeling dissatisfied.

"What kind of dishes does Sister Qing like to eat?" Qiao Yu asked again.

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Xia Qing pondered for a moment, then said calmly, "Hunan cuisine."

I'm really curious why someone from out of town likes Hunan cuisine.

While Qiao Yu was internally complaining.

The communication system allows you to exchange for advanced Hunan cuisine mastery.

After hearing that Xia Qing could even handle five-star culinary skills.

Qiao Yu had an in-depth conversation with the system.

While mastering advanced culinary skills is certainly not enough to reach the level of looking down on a five-star chef.

But there's something fishy going on.

Advanced culinary skills are a broad concept.

Above advanced culinary skills, there is something called the "Eight Great Cuisines".

If I had to give an example...

It's probably the difference between casual players and those who change jobs.

So, under Qiao Yu's watchful gaze, Xia Qing finished making a plate of stir-fried pork with farm-style vegetables.

In this process.

Qiao Yu kept spouting offensive remarks.

"The oil wasn't heated through."

"You're cooking too fast, you need to slow down."

"The timing of adding soy sauce and cooking wine was a bit off."

"There's obviously too much MSG; it overpowers the flavor."

"The chili peppers weren't sliced ​​enough; they were added too early, and look, they're all burnt from frying."

The Queen's experience and composure accumulated over more than twenty years almost weren't enough, and she lost her temper on the spot.

... ... ....

I finally finished cooking a dish.

This guy actually had the audacity to pick up a piece of meat with his hand and put it in his mouth.

After chewing, his face still held an expression of pity and anger at their lack of ambition, and he said:

"The meat was overcooked and tasted like MSG. I told you they put in too much."

Xia Qing raised a delicate eyebrow.

His fair, round face flushed with anger, and he roared:

"Qiao Yu, if you don't explain yourself properly today, I'll have someone throw you into the Huangpu River."

"Is there any meat left?"

Qiao Yu ignored her words and continued speaking to himself:

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, I'll cook you a plate."

If it were someone else, especially a man...

If she dared to cause trouble in her own kitchen, Xia Qing would have drowned her with a pot lid long ago.

But the other person is her little man.

She was so angry with Qiao Yu that she almost exploded, but she remained calm.

This guy can't cook a single dish that satisfies her.

Let's just leave it at that; let him be drowned in the Huangpu River.

She was thinking about the angry words she had said.

Xia Qing has always considered herself a culinary master.

"Don't just stand there, lend a hand, wash the chili peppers for me."

Qiao Yu drew a perfectly curved kitchen knife, not forgetting to instruct Xia Qing on what to do.

Xia Qing almost doubted that there was something wrong with her ears; she couldn't believe it.

"You want me to help you wash the vegetables?"

"Wash the pot while you're at it, I'll cut the meat."

Xia Qing: "..."

Let's just sink it into the Huangpu River, then it'll be completely gone.

The sound of knives striking each other in unison rang out.

The kitchen knife in Qiao Yu's hand was like a sword in the hand of an ancient warrior.

Amidst the flashing blades, the pork quickly disintegrated.

It transformed into thick, almost uniform slices of meat.

Xia Qing thought to herself, "This guy's knife skills are pretty good."

It's slightly better than me.

But good knife skills don't necessarily mean good cooking skills.

Just like my knife skills are average, but my cooking skills are superb.

With the thought of "let's see what tricks this kid can pull off."

This was the first time in Xia Qing's life that she had ever worked as an assistant.

I washed the pot and chili peppers.

I arranged them neatly on the cutting board for him.

This suddenly gave her the feeling of two people living together, and for some reason, Xia Qing was somewhat tempted.

Coming home every day to cook together, eat together, shower together, and sleep together...how wonderful!

in the living room

The siblings have a minor argument every two days and a major argument every three days.

They were listening intently to what was happening in the kitchen.