The Spoiled Daily Life of the Villain’s Mother

A few days later, at 4:30 in the morning, Qiao Huize, who had just finished class the night before and rushed back from S City, quietly opened the door of the villa.

        Qiao Huize came back from outside, the air was fresh with a bit of early spring cold, once he entered the house he immediately smelled a smell of coal. Qiao Huize frowned, his first thought was that the house was on fire, but no one who lives here is an idle person, how could they not even know that there was a fire?

        At that moment, Qiao Huize heard a crackling sound coming from the kitchen, he went inside and saw a familiar back in the kitchen, burying his head in something.

        "Chen Tanliang, what are you doing so early?" Qiao Huize asked.

    Chen Tanliang stood upright. He turned his head and breathed heavily. Qiao Huize felt that he had faintly seen a cat with exploded fur.

        "Cooking rice." Chen Tanliang said through clenched teeth.

        Qiao Huize walked into the open kitchen. He looked up and saw that there was a piece of paste in the pot, and there were several black unidentified objects on the plate.

        "You still have to study chemistry?" Qiao Huize raised his eyebrows.

        "......" Chen Tanliang felt ridiculed, he broke down and asked, "Do you know how to fry?"

        "If I knew how to cook, I wouldn't be cultivating immortality." Qiao Huize said calmly.

        That's a really good point!

        Chen Tanliang knew that the person he should ask most should be Jing Yuan. After all, as an emperor who was coaxed and raised, he could learn to cook. There must be something in it that he could teach.

        However, once he thought about the incomparable face of Jing Yuan, Chen Tanliang gave up this idea. He also did not want to go to Jing Xuan, in case Jing Yuan knew about his sneaking around to find Jing Xuan, he would have to be laughed at.

        "Do you want to try it?"

        Chen Tanliang handed the recipe to Qiao Huize. Qiao Huize took it over and looked through it, and Chen Tanliang looked around beside him.

        "This recipe is particularly difficult, what do you mean by the difference between 'some', 'a little' and 'the right amount'?" Chen Tanliang was still spitting next to him.

        Then, he saw Qiao Huize really start to try it up, Qiao Huize scraped the battered pot in the sink and put it back.  There are still leftovers from the vegetables and meat that Chen Tanliang just cut. Qiao Huize looked at the recipe while pouring oil into the pot, grabbing the vegetables and putting them in, and adding seasonings.……

        Chen Tanliang was waiting for him to fail so that he could complain with him, but he didn't expect that after a few seconds, a fragrance came over? ？

        Qiao Huize finished according to the recipe procedure, turn off the fire and pour the vegetables. In addition to the black pieces of paste on the pan, Qiao Huize put the dish on the plate at least on the average level.

        Chen Tanliang took a bite and tasted it. Although it was not as detailed as the recipe, it was originally a home-cooked dish. Also, Qiao Huize made it for the first time. The taste can already be eaten directly.

        Chen Tanliang looked at Qiao Huize with suspicion.

        "Have you not really fried vegetables before?"

        Qiao Huize shook his head indifferently.

        "Then why - you also did not use the scale, how could ......" Chen Tanliang stuttered, "how did you make it? "

        Qiao Huize looked sympathetically at Chen Tanliang.

       "I am an ancient person, and I am also an ancient person in the world of cultivating immortals. Grasping and boiling medicine is the basic skill." He said, "I know what weight I'm grasping by weighing it to the decimal point."

        "What about ...... the timing of putting the seasoning? How about a little more, a little more in moderation? ”

         "Hand feeling the problem." Qiao Huize was very calm, "How can I make medicine if I'm not good?"

        Chen Tanliang was completely speechless, bullying him as a modern person?

        "Could it be that the two of them also learned to cook this way?" Chen Tanliang said to himself, comforting himself, "Maybe this is a necessary skill for every ancient ......"

        "That's not true." Qiao Huize said, "The two of them are royal children. They probably haven't been in the kitchen for a lifetime. They probably won't have this kind of experience."

        "Then ......"

        "It may be a matter of talent."

        Qiao Huize blew Chen Tanliang's eyes wide with a few words, and there was no response. After Qiao Huize finished the blow, he then reached out and patted Chen Tanliang on the shoulder.

        “Come on. ”

       Chen Tanliang: I hate it.
 

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       At more than six o'clock in the morning, Jing Yuan woke up, and he opened the door of his room vigorously.

         "Chen Tanliang! Aren't you finished yet, my room is full of smoke, I thought I was going to soar!"

        Chen Tanliang ignored him, still making attempts in the kitchen.

        Jing Yuan walked over, he raised the volume, "How did you manage to make the five thousand seven hundred dollars of non-stick pot to get pasted?!"

       "Shut up!" Chen Tanliang's hair is messy, and he gritted his teeth. He already feels annoyed and angry.

        “All right, all right, get out of the way quickly, you can clean up all the chopping boards and tables, and I'm going to make breakfast. ”

        Jing Yuan pushed Chen Tanliang away, and Chen Tanliang was pushed aside. His jet-black eyes were stagnant, and he looked aggrieved and infinitely low.

        "What's wrong with you?" Jing Xuan also came to the kitchen at this time, and saw Chen Tanliang who was slumped in the corner.

        "You cannot escape sweeping even if you pretend to be struck." Jing Yuan said without emotion, "Hurry up and clean up these scraps you've made."

        Chen Tanliang was furious all of a sudden, and what made him most angry was that he couldn't even refute it. He can only come over to brush the dishes with anger. This battered black pot was difficult and annoying to wash. The more he washed, the more wronged he was. Chen Tanliang washed two and threw the rest of them into the sink.

        "No more washing, I'll buy a new one!" He said arrogantly, "I have a black card!"

        Jing Yuan: "......"