Before he could say anything, Damon turned his head to the side.
Theo had to swallow back all the words in his throat sarcastically.
What else can be done, but to go to sleep in the attic in silence?
At least you can console yourself that you are living under the same roof!
“You guys talk, I’m going to my room in the attic to rest for a while.” Theo waved his hand.
Max hurried to catch up, “Uncle Theo, didn’t we agree to make us dinner?”
“Suddenly I don’t feel too well, or I’d rather do the dinner thing another time.”
Throwing down these words, Theo went straight upstairs.
Leaving Max dumbfounded in his place.
It took a long time to come around and spit out, “It’s too realistic to live next door to Aunt Summer and just not even make dinner.”
I should have known not to even arrange the loft for Theo!
Let him live with Old Mr. Pearson!
“Come on,” Bonnie couldn’t help but laugh, “it’s the same who cooks dinner, or I’ll show you guys how good I am at cooking.”
As soon as the words left their lips, everyone in the living room said in unison, “No!”
Old Mr. Pearson even went straight up and forced Bonnie to sit down on the sofa, “You’re still in labor you know, just out of the month and you’re getting carried away? Give me a good rest!”
Bonnie blinked, a little confused by everyone yelling at her.
“So the cooking thing …”
“Let’s do it!”
The people are not joking, they have rolled up their sleeves, they went to work in the kitchen.
The original thirty-square-foot kitchen was so crowded that it was a problem to turn around.
Flip, the five-star chef, stood at the door, a cold sweat breaking out on his back, and spoke weakly, “That, do you guys need my help?”
“No,” Iwan refused outright, “I can still handle a home-cooked meal. Although we don’t cook much, we cook noodles a lot, so I think cooking noodles and stir-frying are similar.”
“Technically speaking, cooking noodles and making a stew should be pretty much the same.” Flip corrects.
Iwan nodded vigorously, “That’s it, I know how to make soup, stir-fry is not easy?”
With that, he waved his hand towards Flip, indicating that he could go and stay somewhere else.
Flip: I don’t know why, but I always have a bad feeling in my heart.
As I was thinking about it, I heard Iwan Pearson ask, “By the way, when you scramble tomatoes and eggs, do you put the tomatoes or the eggs in first?”
Flip: “!!!”
He knew his instincts would be right, and sure enough, something was really going to happen!
Iwan was still looking at him with a sincere face, waiting for an answer.
Flip took a deep breath and said weakly, “Put the oil in first.”
Iwan suddenly realized, “I see, I said last time no matter how fried vegetables will become black, it is because I did not put oil ah!”
Finally, the case is solved.
Flip was on the verge of tears, “Or let me do it, I’m afraid I’ll never see this kitchen again after today.”
But no matter what, the Pearsons just wouldn’t give up their kitchen.
There was really no choice, Flip had to go between people and try to save the poor kitchen.
Two hours later, dinner was ready.
Bonnie made it to the table and was stunned.
“Today Flip is out of love, how do I feel that this is done is out of love dark cuisine ah.”
Are you sure this is really edible?
Max smiled shyly, “We made it, although the appearance is not good, but the taste has been tasted, just right, you quickly try!”
The fork in Bonnie’s hand was hesitant to move.
“What’s wrong Bonnie,” inquired Old Mr. Pearson, “it’s really good, no lie!”
Bonnie still kept her suspicious attitude and pointed at the plate of purple scrambled eggs, “Why is it this color, is it spoiled?”
Iwan then smiled and explained, “originally intended to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes, but the tomatoes are fried for me, I used purple kale instead, a little stained, but the taste is not bad.”
“That fried pie with green peppers …” Bonnie’s hand pointed to the plate next to it again.
“This is a beef patty, and together they are a green pepper tenderloin with a unique flavor!” Old Mr. Pearson explained.
“Okay, all of this is still open to interpretation, what about this one, white boiling water as a soup with an orchid in the middle as a garnish, is the name of this dish called Green Dragon over the Sea?” Bonnie asked.
At that, Max dawned on me, “So this is orchid, I picked it in the flower bed, the maid had a weird expression when she heard I took it to make soup, I wondered why.”
Now I finally know!
Bonnie: “…”
No. Is this group really here to cook?
Bonnie’s expression was hesitant, “Actually, I don’t really want to eat today, so why don’t we let Damon show his hand and fry steaks for everyone?”