Lin Yiranming's eyes widened and looked at him in surprise and surprise, but soon seemed to have thought of something, showed a cautious expression, and asked carefully: "Can you eat it?"

"joke."

Zhang Yang said confidently, "My cooking skills are not worse than my mother, but I am too lazy to do it. Where is your kitchen? I will show you my skills and just pay the tuition."

He stood up, Lin Yiran still sat there and looked at him suspiciously, "Do you really want to do it?"

"Of course."

Lin Yiran then stood up and took him downstairs skeptically to the kitchen on the first floor. Zhang Yang looked at it. After all, he often cooked. Not to mention the complete range of applications, the kitchen was bigger than his own bedroom.

Lin Yiran opened the preservation cabinet and looked at it. Zhang Yang also came over and saw that there were only two green peppers left. Then he opened the refrigerator next to him, and there was also empty, leaving only one egg.

Lin Yiran turned to look at Zhang Yang, and explained with an innocent expression: "Aunt Kong is not here, no one buys groceries..."

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "It's quite rhyme."

Lin Yiran couldn't help laughing, "Okay, order takeout. When my mother and Aunt Kong were not around, my dad often ordered takeout with me. It was quick and tasted good."

"Okay, then you can call two dishes, I'll make another one."

"ah?"

Lin Yiran looked at him with a questioning expression and disgusted expression, "Are you still doing it?"

She turned around and looked at the refrigerator, then looked at the safe, "What are you doing? Scrambled eggs with green peppers?"

"How to stir-fry two green peppers and one egg?"

Zhang Yang waved his hand, "Don't worry, just keep it delicious, and don't show it to you, you don't know what a good man in the new century is... Students, you can change the water pipes and light bulbs, choose computers and mobile phones, and you can go to the kitchen and go to bed... Cough, do you eat rice or steamed buns?"

He took back a word that he shouldn't have said only half a sound. Lin Yiran didn't hear it clearly, nor did he care about his idle talk, and said, "I can do it."

"Then let the rice, you can send it to the restaurant to avoid trouble."

"Do you have something to avoid?"

"Don't eat shallots, ginger, garlic and coriander."

"Then you might as well eat white rice."

"Actually, I'm not picky about food, just follow the guests."

"Is it OK to have a portion of roasted eggplant, a portion of fried beef ribs, and then tomato, enoki mushroom, winter melon soup?"

"Did you forget that I have another dish?"

"I haven't forgotten."

Lin Yiran smiled sweetly at him and added: "I just don't dare to give me any hope."

"If you don't steam buns, I will show you my skills today."

Zhang Yang removed the stems and seeds of the green pepper and started washing it, "Just order two."

Lin Yiran didn't insist, "Well..." pondered for a while, and said, "Then I'll remove the winter melon soup. You shouldn't like to drink it, and then change the fried beef ribs to stewed beef. How about it?"

"Yes, how long will it take to deliver it?"

"I'll ask."

Lin Yiran stood in front of the kitchen door and called, "Hey, hello... well, it's me... a portion of stewed beef and a portion of roasted eggplant, how long will it take to deliver it? OK, thank you."

She hung up the phone and said to Zhang Yang: "They said the beef should be stewed for a longer time, about forty minutes."

"Then there is no hurry, do it slowly."

Zhang Yang asked while washing green peppers, "You didn't even tell anyone about the address?"

"The person who answered the phone knew."

“Come takeout often?”

"It's not often, occasionally, but the people in that restaurant should have saved my phone number and knew it was me."

The two of them had a casual chat. Lin Yiran watched Zhang Yang clean the seeds of the green peppers, then cut them into thin silk with one knife and one knife, and exclaimed: "Are you really good at cooking?"

"That's right, you'll know it just by looking at my knife skills..."

After all, Zhang Yang doesn’t cook often and can’t talk about knife skills, but he intends to show off and cuts seriously, so he is more neat than usual. “Didn’t I tell you that sometimes my parents are busy making up for the lessons, and I cook for Zhang Wei.”

"I remember, but I thought you could just cook some porridge and porridge. I didn't expect you to cook...what do you want to cook?"

"I'll know later."

Zhang Yang chopped the green peppers, then put them in a basin, added salt and mixed well. The two of them rummaged through the boxes and found the flour. Zhang Yang scooped up half a spoonful, poured them into the basin with one hand, and stirred with the other.

Lin Yiran leaned over and looked at him like a curious baby, and asked, "Do you want pancakes?"

"The pancakes are breakfast, not dishes."

Seeing her desire for knowledge, Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Put it in, pour it a little every time."

"good."

Lin Yiran reached out to take it, holding it with both hands, and seeing that he was almost stirring, he shook it and sprinkled it in a little bit. He watched the green peppers gradually wrapped in flour, his expression was ecstatic, his eyes were shining, and his excited and joyful look cute and ridiculous.

Zhang Yang said helplessly: "This is cooking, are you serious?"

Lin Yiran bulged his cheek and glanced at him, "Oh..." and saw the white flour disappearing while stirring, so he shook, shook, and shook again.

"Okay, OK."

Seeing that each green pepper was wrapped, Zhang Yang stopped her from shaking the flour, asked her to put the flour back, then smashed the only egg and put it in, continued to stir evenly, and then put it aside.

Turn on the natural gas, heat the pan and put the vegetable oil, then pour the stir-fried batter in, stir-fry it with a sizzling sound. Because it is a low heat, it takes a long time to release the aroma.

Lin Yiran didn't expect anything to stir-fry the two green peppers, so he was particularly surprised when he smelled the aroma. He sniffed it and exclaimed: "What a magical thing, why is it so fragrant to stir-fry the batter and the green peppers together?"

"This is called fried, not fried."

“It’s all the same.”

"If it were the same, why create two different words?"

Lin Yiran glared at him angrily, "Hate!"

Zhang Yang continued to stir-fry carefully and smiled, "This is my skill in the family. It is not easily revealed. Even my parents have never eaten it a few times."

"Is that my honor?"

"Of course."

As the stir-frying, the flour originally mixed with eggs gradually showed a golden color, and the green green pepper was particularly pleasing. Zhang Yang used a shovel to put out a small piece, blew it, and handed it to Lin Yiran and said, "Try it, and if you can, it will be out of the pot."

Lin Yiran hesitated for a moment, and carefully stretched out his index finger and thumb, and pinched it carefully.

In most cases, green peppers are just seasonings, so when they are mainly ingredient and eggs and flour, they will exude such an attractive aroma, which gives people a huge sense of surprise.

Lin Yiran took a bite with expectation, with crispy outside and fragrant inside. She chewed it a few times, swallowed it into her stomach, and nodded to Zhang Yang repeatedly, "Yeah," and said authentically: "It's cooked and delicious."

"Then take the pot."

Zhang Yang picked up the wok and put the fried green peppers inside on the plate, asking Lin Yiran to take them out. He cleaned up the pot and stove again. Just as he was about to go out, he saw Lin Yiran return to the kitchen door and said, "Please take the dishes and chopsticks, I'll sit and wait."

"good."

Lin Yiran responded, Zhang Yang sat at the restaurant table. She quickly followed her and saw Zhang Yang sitting in her seat. She didn't remind her that she would go to the opposite side, which was where Aunt Kong used to sit, and gave him enough bowls and chopsticks. She asked, "I guess she'll have to wait a while. Should we eat first or wait?"

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "I will follow the guests. If you want to eat, eat, and wait if you are not hungry."

"Then I'll try it again."

Lin Yiran smiled, picked up another piece with the chopsticks, and chewed it slowly, "It's really delicious, you're so awesome."

"It's rare, I can actually hear you praise me for being so good."

Zhang Yang also picked up a chopstick and said while tasting his skills: "I really didn't expect that the rolling Yangtze River flowed eastward, and it was still strong after thousands of blows, and it was not easy to defeat talents in a single pattern... These poems are actually worse than fried green peppers on a plate."

"Don't frame me, when did I say that?"

"Then I didn't see you praising me when I wrote this thing."

Lin Yiran glanced at him, "It's not easy to praise that."

"Now that people eat short-mouthed people, I'm so embarrassed to praise you, right?"

"Who is so soft-hearted? I ordered two more dishes than you."

"Well, how much is it today, thank you for treating you to dinner another day."

Lin Yiran smiled with his eyebrows and eyes, glanced at him and snorted softly: "You think beautifully!"

Zhang Yang also laughed, "If you want to think about it for sure, you must always have a wish. What if it is realized?"

"Then you keep thinking."

Lin Yiran lowered her head to eat. Before Zhang Yang could thank her for her encouragement, the phone next to her rang. Lin Yiran said, "It should be here" and put down her chopsticks to answer the phone.

After the doorman was released, the staff who delivered the meals in the restaurant soon arrived in front of the door. Zhang Yang wanted to help carry the things, but Lin Yiran did not let him go. He knew that most of the employees of the restaurant recognized her or her father, so he did not insist on it in order to avoid being unable to explain to her parents.

Lin Yiran came over with a food box, and both dishes were served in aluminum lunch boxes, which were a little hot. Zhang Yang helped him put them on the table and said, "The restaurant is quite considerate, and this box is not cheap."

"They will have someone to recycle it tomorrow."
To be continued...