Jiang Yang's mystery did not last long, and soon Meng Wanqiu knew what dishes Jiang Yang cooked.

Jiangyang made a bowl of porridge.

"Why do you want to make porridge?" Meng Wanqiu asked.

"The other dishes are too greasy and have too heavy taste. People like Jiang Yixia who have not eaten for many days are more suitable for porridge." Jiang Yang said.

"That's right, but you're too light, right?" Meng Wanqiu was speechless. He thought Jiang Yang was going to cook, but it turned out to be a bowl of porridge.

"I've asked, Jiang Yixia doesn't eat anything else, but occasionally drinks some porridge." Jiang Yang said.

"Would you be a little too quick to do this? I'm afraid that Jiang Dingzhou would blow us out at that time." Meng Wanqiu said.

"It won't be a big deal if you hit it out. It just depends on how much Jiang Yixia can eat. If she eats more, Jiang Dingzhou will not do anything to us." Jiang Yang said.

"Yes." Meng Wanqiu nodded. At this point, he had to believe Jiang Yang.

Jiangyang's porridge is not only white porridge, but also some grains and cereals. However, it is just as Meng Wanqiu said, it is too light.

But light means bad taste? This is not true. Cantonese cuisine is mainly light, but it is still very delicious.

As a staple food in the south, the rice itself tastes very delicious. It is well cooked, and white rice is also a delicious dish.

But we are usually confused by various dishes, thus ignoring the deliciousness of rice itself. Over time, rice becomes a foil.

Therefore, as long as the white porridge is cooked well, it is also a delicacy.

In the casserole, the water was still boiling. The rice rolled with the boiling water, from rice to porridge, which was a transformation of rice.

The added corn crushed and sweet potatoes add a touch of charm to the originally elegant porridge.

The two of them waited silently. As time passed, the fragrance of porridge began to spread out and gradually filled the entire kitchen.

Compared with dry rice, porridge uses rice more thoroughly. The starch in the rice is slowly combined with water, making the water clearer and thick. At this time, the water also brings the rice fragrance.

The cooking of porridge is a test of the heat. When the pot is boiling, the rice cannot be allowed to be pasted. It must be stirred at all times, but it cannot be stirred too hard. If it is stirred too hard, the rice grains will break up, and after boiling, it will not look so good.

Some people like to eat porridge that is harder and less sticky, while others like to eat porridge that is softer and thicker. The taste is different, so the time for making porridge is different.

Jiangyang is boiled in moderation. On the premise of letting the rice fragrance be fully utilized, the rice will not be too broken or too thick.

Without knowing Jiang Yixia's taste, Jiang Yang was not sure whether Jiang Yixia prefers to eat thicker porridge or thinner.

He only cooks moderately flavored.

"You think, why does Jiang Yixia suffer from anorexia?" Meng Wanqiu asked.

I am bored and can only relieve my boredom when chatting.

"I don't know, it's like getting sick, but who knows why I got this disease?" Jiang Yang shook his head and said.

"Yes, the illness is like a mountain. But Jiang Yixia doesn't seem to be completely anorexia. She can still eat porridge." Meng Wanqiu said.

"As long as anorexia is not serious, it can be eaten. If you don't eat it at all, it will be not far away from...." Jiang Yang did not say that word, but was always at someone's house and said that this word was not good.

"That's right. Her illness came quickly. It took only a long time to drink porridge." Meng Wanqiu said.

"I remember they said that it seemed that Jiang Yixia only drank porridge from the beginning and did not eat anything else." Jiang Yang said.

"Is it that serious at first?" Meng Wanqiu was stunned. She thought she would not eat anything at all.

Jiang Yang felt something was wrong when Meng Wanqiu said this.

"It seems a bit too 'fast', and it seems like I've got anorexia overnight." Jiang Yang said.

"Can it be that Jiang Yixia was stimulated to get anorexia later?" Meng Wanqiu guessed.

"What do you care about her? How can she get anorexia? Jiang Dingzhou should worry about it. We analyze so much here. Why do we do it well? If Jiang Yixia is happy later, we will take advantage of the matter of cooperation with Jiang Dingzhou." Jiang Yang arrived.

Meng Wanqiu nodded, it was nothing to gossip, there was no need to gossip. They didn't want to participate. No matter how Jiang Yixia got sick, they just needed to cooperate with Jiang Dingzhou. Nothing else has to do with them.

The two changed the topic and did not continue to talk about Jiang Yixia. If the nanny or Jiang Dingzhou heard about it, their affairs would be completely ruined.

Time passed slowly, and Jiangyang also cooked the porridge.

The rice grains are open, but they maintain the integrity of the rice. The golden corn crumbs dotted it, like the sunshine sprinkled in the white clouds. The sweet potatoes are also yellow, small pieces, evenly distributed around the porridge.

The fragrance has filled the entire kitchen, and even some smell can be asked outside.

"It smells so good."

The nanny sat in the living room, beware that Jiang Yang had something to look for her, and she could hear it.

The smell of rice snatched out of the kitchen, and the nanny couldn't help but say something.

She also has to make porridge on weekdays. After all, Jiang Yixia only drinks porridge now. Although she doesn’t drink much, she also cooks it every day.

But the porridge she cooked was not so fragrant.

The same rice, the same water, the same kitchen utensils, the difference is people.

"It's true that the chef is cooked so much." The nanny took a deep breath of the fragrance and exclaimed.

Then, she shrank her neck, fearing that the actions she had just now would be seen. That would be too embarrassing.

I smelled Jiang Dingzhou. He didn't want to be as surprised as a nanny, but his expression was quite calm. It smelled more fragrant than this, and he hadn't never been surprised. What's so amazing about it?

However, Jiang Yang's cooking skills are pretty good. Among the chefs who can make such delicious dishes, there are only a handful of chefs below the masters.

Jiang Dingzhou kept nodding and secretly admired.

Jiang Yang took out the casserole with a rag. The casserole has a good insulation effect, which can ensure that the taste of the porridge will not be lost due to the drop in temperature.

"Chef Jiang, are you ready?" The nanny looked at Jiang Yang holding a casserole and immediately said.

"Yeah, it's done."

Jiang Yang nodded with a smile.

The nanny looked around and there was no other dish, and then asked in a low voice: "Chef Jiang, have you only cooked porridge?"

Jiang Yang nodded.

"I only cooked porridge, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing." The nanny shook her head.

She secretly glanced at Jiang Yang, then moved her eyes away.

He looks more handsome in reality and has a good temper.

The nanny thought to herself.

She is only in her twenties, has no education, and can only be a nanny for others. Fortunately, she is clean and diligent, and the salary given to her by the Jiang family is not low every month. She can live in the Magic City.

She is a fan of Jiangyang and became a fan of Jiangyang during the national competition.
Chapter completed!