Chapter 1780: Mr. Qiao Is an All-Rounder? [Qiao Xia]

After returning to his residence, Qiao Yu asked Enoch to go back to his room to play, and then he went back to the kitchen with a basket to cook.

The photographer beside him looked at the fish and meat in the basket and couldn't help but said to Qiao Yu: "Mr. Qiao, what dishes are you going to make?" In fact, what he wanted to say was, even if your son helped you get the fish and meat, would you be able to cook it?

Qiao Yu glanced at the basket and said without hesitation: "Braised fish, twice-cooked pork with green peppers, braised eggplant, corn soup."

"So rich." The photographer couldn't help swallowing his saliva, but he expressed a little doubt about Qiao Yu's cooking skills. Would it be edible? After thinking about it, he said, "Mr. Qiao, do you want to find a fellow villager to help you?"

"Does the program group allow it?" Qiao Yu asked back.

The photographer was startled, then shook his head.

Qiao Yu said indifferently: "No, I can do it myself." As he said that, he took the fish out of the basket and scaled it.

The photographer originally thought that he could take a picture of Qiao Yu's embarrassment, but he didn't expect that he was very skilled in this technique, and when he cut open the fish's belly, he didn't mind the dirt at all.

He subconsciously said, "Does Mr. Qiao know how to cook?"

"A little." Qiao Yu answered, and put the fish under the faucet to rinse it, and soon washed the fish clean.

The photographer didn't think so in his heart. Usually, if you say you can cook a little, you must be pretty good, especially for people like Qiao Yu, who won't brag easily.

After the fish was washed, Qiao Yu took the meat and washed it, and then started to cut the meat. His knife skills were very neat, and the photographer stared at him. This is too skilled.

He couldn't help asking, "Mr. Qiao, do you cook often at home?"

"Occasionally, because I don't always have time." Qiao Yu replied.

The photographer nodded. No wonder he was so skilled. However, even if it was not a good thing for Xia Yinghou to let such an empire president cook, she was envious just by listening.

The materials were ready, and Qiao Yu started to make a fire. Because it was a clay stove, he had to light a fire.

Qiao Yu took the hay and lit it first, then put it in the stove, put a handful of licorice in, and then started to put dry wood in it. After a while, the fire was lit.

The photographer had never thought that Qiao Yu could even make fire. If he could cook well, wouldn’t he be an all-rounder? Soon, his guess was confirmed.

As soon as the oil was hot, Qiao Yu put the prepared fish into the pot, fried it on both sides and added seasonings. Not long after, a fragrant braised fish came out of the pot.

The photographer next to him drooled, looking at the braised fish with intact skin, he sighed in his heart, this is definitely a master, even if he has been cooking for so long, he can’t make such a dish.

Watching Qiao Yu’s dishes come out of the pot one by one, the photographer felt that his heart was tormented at the moment, because he wanted to throw away the camera, rush up to grab all the dishes and eat them, he was so greedy.

"Mr. Qiao, what does Sister Xia Ning think of your cooking?" The photographer decided to change the subject.

Qiao Yu took the last soup out of the pot and replied, "She likes the food I cook very much."

Wow, does this mean that he has mastered this skill? ! The photographer was a little curious and asked, "Isn't it because of Sister Xia Ning that Mr. Qiao learned to cook?"

Qiao Yu replied, "That's not the case. I studied in the UK before. I always missed Chinese food in a foreign country, so I learned to cook it myself, but I didn't cook it often. Later..."

The photographer listened to Qiao Yu's words and vaguely felt that the following words would definitely be a hot topic, so he immediately asked, "What happened later?"