Since Bao Feiyang took over the big bag, Lin Manqing naturally took off his apron without hesitation and threw it to Bao Feiyang, and then slipped to the living room to talk to Zhao Liping about the mountains. (This apron is also a skirt?)

Bao Feiyang was originally worried that Lin Manqing would stay in the kitchen to settle the score with him. Now it seems that Lin Manqing doesn't have this intention. He was calm for a moment, tied up his apron, found out various ingredients and auxiliary ingredients, and then washed and picked the dishes that Lin Manqing bought, and then cut them into pieces, sliced ​​them, or cut them into strips, evenly long, thick and thin, and neatly placed them in the plate.

After doing these preparations, Bao Feiyang sat in the vegetable pot, made a gas stove, and waited for the pot to heat up, then added peanut oil, and started cooking and stir-frying in a hot pan. At the same time, his hands and feet quickly placed a casserole on another gas stove and started making soup. Soon, the kitchen was filled with fragrance and floated along the gaps in the kitchen door to the living room.

Smelling the tempting fragrance, Zhao Liping said to Lin Manqing: "Manqing, just smell the fragrance, you can know that Bao Feiyang's cooking skills are at least two levels higher than you!"

Lin Manqing had been shaking his index finger by the rich aroma, but his mouth was very hard, and he said, "Hmph, am I that bad? His cooking skills are only one or half better than me at most."

Although Lin Manqing said this, he was very surprised and thought that this kid had good swimming skills, but how could he cook good food? There are many men who can cook good food at the age of nineteen, but it is rare for men who can cook good food at the age of nineteen. Could it be that he graduated from the chef school?

Bao Feiyang didn't know that two beauties Lin Manqing and Zhao Liping were muttering about his cooking skills outside. The reason why he had such superb cooking skills was completely practiced when he was living alone in Guangdong City in his previous life, but he didn't want the flattery used to pat Lin Manqing today came in handy.

Bao Feiyang was performing in the kitchen in a dazzled manner. In less than an hour, a table of delicious and delicious dishes were cooked. When Cantonese white-cut chicken, steamed pork ribs from fermented black beans, fat beef of enoki mushrooms, two-color fish head, plate dragon eggplant, hand-pulled cabbage, four meat, two-vegetarian and six-tray dishes were placed on the table, Lin Manqing's eyes were about to bulge out. It was so awesome. Judging from the appearance of these dishes and smelling the fragrance of the dishes, you will know that this is the skill of a special chef!

Before Bao Feiyang could even bring the last soup, Lin Manqing picked up the chopsticks and couldn't wait to taste the six dishes one by one. Every time he tasted it, he would scream "wow" and say, "That's great, great, Liping, come and try it too."

Zhao Liping would not be as unfair as Lin Manqing, and she smiled and scolded: "You girl was a starving ghost in her previous life? She has such a bad figure and no lady's image. Who dares to marry you?"

"What are you afraid of? If there is no man to marry me, I will let Bao Feiyang marry me. Anyway, he cooks good food and just raises me, a foodie."

Lin Manqing said this and saw Bao Feiyang taking out the last silverfish egg custard from the kitchen, and asked, "Hey, Bao Feiyang, you must not have a girlfriend yet, right? No one wants me then, you must marry me!"

"Sorry, I have a girlfriend." Bao Feiyang put the silverfish and egg custard in the middle of the dining table and said seriously: "So, even if no one wants you, I can't marry you!"

"Oh, if you say you are fat, you will pant! Bao Feiyang, do you understand if you are giving you face?" Lin Manqing gave Bao Feiyang a blank look and waved generously, "Forget it, I'm in a good mood today, so I won't bother with you, a little brat!"

Zhao Liping could not withstand the temptation of the aroma of the dish. Seeing Bao Feiyang bringing the last soup, she couldn't wait to grab the chopsticks, say "Do it yourself, have enough food and clothing", and then start it with all her strength. Although she grew up in a wealthy family, it was the first time she had made such a strong personal special dish like Bao Feiyang. She felt it was very delicious, and she didn't care about her plan to maintain a slim figure. She served two large bowls of rice in a row and then gave up. As for Lin Manqing, she was even more unbearable. After seeing Zhao Liping taking action, she even picked up the plate of two-color fish head, pulled it into the bowl, and then killed most of the plate of fish-flavored eggplant, and finally drank two bowls of silverfish and egg custard. As for the rice, she didn't eat any chopsticks at all, and she planned to eat the dishes.

This made Bao Feiyang laugh from the side. If he didn't know Lin Manqing's background, just looking at Lin Manqing's eating habits, he would definitely think that this person had just smuggled from the Yalu River. As for Zhao Liping, as a reporter from China Youth Daily, he has a two-bedroom house in the prosperous area of ​​Beijing. He thinks his family is not ordinary. He can eat two big bowls of rice in a row. It seems that he can cook these dishes, which is indeed their appetite.

After serving the two beauties, Bao Feiyang faithfully acted as a male servant. He quickly cleaned the dishes and chopsticks, put the remaining food into a plastic lunch box, covered the lid and put it in the refrigerator. Then he wiped the dining table, went into the kitchen to clean the pots and pans, and wiped the gas stove spotlessly. Then he came to the living room and asked where Zhao Liping's tea was. Then he took out the tea, brewed a cup of fragrant tea for the two beauties, and held it to the two, making Lin Manqing so beautiful that he hummed and his eyes were all laughing into a crack.

Bao Feiyang took a breath when he saw this, thinking that for the sake of the Secretary-General, Secretary-General, I really took the initiative to borrow a car for you, and I almost didn't give me any more feet and legs. If Lin Manqing refused to borrow a car like this, it wouldn't be my fault.

Taking advantage of Lin Manqing's tea, Bao Feiyang came over and said with a smile: "Sister Manqing, our Beijing Office is going to receive a wealthy American businessman. I want to borrow your Lexus 400 for two days. Do you think it's OK?"

Lin Manqing put down the teacup, glanced at Bao Feiyang, and asked, "Are you borrowed it by your Beijing office? Or are you borrowing it?"

"Sister Manqing, is there any difference?"

"If it was your loan, of course there was no problem. If it was your Beijing office, there would be no way!"

Bao Feiyang complained in his heart that in his opinion, whether it is a loan from the Beijing Office or a loan by himself, it is a favor he owes Lin Manqing, and there is no difference, but Lin Manqing can find the difference. This woman, woman! What a strange animal!

"Sister Manqing, even if I borrow it!" Bao Feiyang said.

"Okay, I'll give you the key, and the car will park downstairs. You've seen it." Lin Manqing handed the key to Bao Feiyang quickly, and suddenly remembered something again and asked, "Can you drive? Do you want me to take the car for you?"

"Yes, Sister Man Qing, I got my driver's license last month." Bao Feiyang said with a smile. He was also a veteran in his previous life, so he naturally had no idea about his driving skills. So when he was in Zhongtian City, he asked Fang Xuewen to help him get a driver's license, which was just right at this time.

"The driver's license I just got last month? Then you have to drive carefully." Lin Manqing said with a smile, "If I smash my car, I will punish you to come and cook for a week for Liping and me!"

"Sister Manqing, don't worry, my driving skills are as good as cooking skills. If I smash your car, it doesn't matter if it's a week's meal, it doesn't matter if it's a month's meal for you," Bao Feiyang promised.

"Haha, really? Then I wish you a car crash as soon as you left the door!"

"Go, crow's mouth! No one can say that you are heartless." Zhao Liping took the pillow on the sofa and smashed it into Lin Manqing's arms and said to Bao Feiyang: "There are more cars on the road now, so be careful."

Bao Feiyang drove the Lingzhi 400 to the parking lot of Tianyuan Building, and then took the car key to the Shangshanluan room and handed over to Shangshanluan.

Shang Shanluan was surprised when he heard that Bao Feiyang drove the car back by himself and asked Bao Feiyang, "Do you have a driver's license?" In the early 1990s, there were very few people who could drive, and even fewer people like Bao Feiyang who got a driver's license at the age of 19.

"Well, I have learned to drive for a long time, but I just got the driver's license this year." Bao Feiyang replied.

"Then how are your driving skills?"

"It's not bad!" Bao Feiyang said.

"That's right. You'll accompany me to pick up Miss Tang tomorrow," said Shang Shanluan. "Anyway, I'm just walking around the capital, you should be able to deal with it."

It turned out that there were two drivers in the Beijing Office, but in the afternoon, Xiao Wang accidentally sprained his ankle and could not drive. Xiao Li was an old cigarette gun. He liked to squirt clouds and mist when driving. He almost couldn't drive without smoking. As for the information obtained by Shang Shanluan, this wealthy American businessman, Miss Tang, disliked others smoking the most, so he couldn't let Xiao Li drive to pick up Miss Tang. Now that Bao Feiyang can drive, this problem has been solved, and there is no need for Shang Shanluan to ask Li Changgen, director of the Beijing Office, to go outside to invite the driver back. After all, it is safe to receive VIPs like Miss Tang. Moreover, Shang Shanluan also knows that Bao Feiyang is a very cautious person. Since he said that his driving skills are good, it is really good, so there is no need to worry about any moisture.

At Capital International Airport, a short-haired woman in her early twenties pulled a trolley case and walked out of the international flight exit. Bao Feiyang saw her at first glance and had a sense of intuition that she must be the American wealthy businessman, Miss Tang, whom he and Shang Shanluan were going to meet today.

Her tailoring fit is a knee-length skirt with a very strong personal style. At first glance, it is handmade by fashion masters. Her skin is even whiter than Meng Shuang. With her wide-edged sunglasses, it presents a strong visual impact in the contrast of black and white. Her slender waist, slender legs, straight spine, and her charming body that is 1.7 meters tall, are simply comparable to a fashion model.
Chapter completed!