[BL]My favourite manly Husband

Chapter 97

Shen... Lord Shen?" Huofu stood by and watched Shen Yanbei stretch the noodles and then stretch them like juggling, rubbing his hands and feeling like he was being ravaged by 10,000 war horses by barbarians. Over.

Although he was just a fireman, responsible for cooking a big pot of rice, and occasionally cooking a small stove for the generals, he had been in charge for several years. How could he be like a novice apprentice in front of Master Shen. Look at the tricks, I haven't heard that Lord Shen is from a royal cook!

Thinking that Shen Yanbei took a plant called chili and fried two dishes for them last time, Huofu was even more puzzled.

Are today's scholars so knowledgeable to this kind of situation? Doing a beautiful article, planting a high-yield field, even the culinary skills make people willing to worship?

The man who watched the fire stood bewildered and watched him busy, and realized that Shen Yanbei, who had robbed someone else’s turf, smiled embarrassedly: "My son hasn't eaten a good meal these days. I want to make it easy for him. The noodles at the entrance." He didn't plan to make complicated noodles, so he chopped up the pork filling and prepared to make meat moo simmered noodles.

Huo Fu suddenly came back to his senses and said diligently, "You see if you have anything to prepare, you can just order it!"

"Please cut me some chopped green onions and carrots."

"Good!" Stoker responded loudly, hurriedly finding the materials.

Pour the minced pork into the hot oil pan and stir fry. When the third is mature, add the right amount of minced **** and continue to stir fry. Shen Yanbei stared at the roaring pork froth, with a focused expression like thinking about how to write an article. , Seeing Huo Fu's mood is extremely complicated.

Recently, there have been rumors in the military camp that Master Shen admired the son. He didn't believe it at first, but now such a champion has settled down in the kitchen just to make a bowl of noodles for a happy person. He feels that all his cognition has been subverted.

One after another, add the seasonings to the minced meat and stir fry, and another pot is filled with water to prepare the soup base. After the water is boiled, put the fried meat strudel in leisurely, Shen Yanbei holds the spatula and waits for the water. Boil again.

The firewood was crackling, and the young man standing in front of the earthen stove had gentle eyes, and the bright light of the fire fell on his handsome face, making people more and more excited.

Xu is because he has been traveling around for more than a year, and the young man has also been exposed to wind and frost, and his eyebrows have become cold and stern. But no matter how majestic and majesty in the youth grows day by day, when staring at him, he is full of softness...

Gu Changfeng leaned against the door and watched him pour stuffed carrots and small omelets into the soup. His heart was boiling hot like the steaming soup, and his eyes looked like a fire in a stove. There is also a cluster of burning flames, violently and high.

Shen Yanbei, who was about to pour the boiled and water-cooled noodles into the soup, suddenly felt it, turned his head and glanced, and then fell into a pair of dark and deep eyes that seemed to **** people in. .

The owner of those eyes leaned lazily against the door frame and stared at him with a fierce and intense gaze like never before. As soon as the two eyes met, the man immediately condensed the straightforward and strong emotions in his eyes.

The corner of Shen Yan's north mouth bends unconsciously: "Why did you get up?"

A man is an introverted person. He has never put his emotions on his face like just now. This is the first time that Shen Yanbei has seen himself in his eyes as he nakedly regards himself as possession.