Heart Stealer Young Master Bo

Shi Qinglan raised the corners of his eyes lazily.

At the same time, all eyes in the studio were focused on her, and even the director held his breath and looked at her. This cue was not included in the script he gave Jian Shutong!

"Could it be that Ms. Qingyue doesn't know how to cook?" Jian Shutong raised her lips and looked at her with a certain certainty in her smile.

She didn't know whether Qingyue knew how to cook or not.

But even if she really knows how to cook a few dishes, it is absolutely impossible to compare with her years of intensive cultivation in the field of food, so no matter whether Qingyue can cook or not, she will definitely be slapped in the face by her!

"Goddess, if you don't know how to cook, just reject it. There is no such point in the recording process." Shi Qingan tilted his head slightly, and he crossed Bo Yucheng and reminded the girl with a soft voice.

Hearing this, Bo Yucheng raised his eyebrows lightly.

His knuckle fingers rested on the Qingluan peony chair, tapping lightly casually, but a faint smile flashed across his eyes.

Everyone was waiting for Shi Qinglan's answer, but the girl's red lips curved slightly, "I do know a little bit about cooking."

Shi Qingan looked sideways at the girl in surprise.

Shi Qinglan stood up lightly, and the light big-sleeved shirt fell down naturally. She slightly lifted the complicated skirt and walked towards the stage, her posture was like a queen who was mothering the world when she swayed lightly.

Standing still in the center of the stage, the girl turned around slowly and looked back, smiling slightly with red lips, "Miss Jian really wants me to show it?"

Jian Shutong did not expect that she would agree so simply.

She was stunned for a moment, then pursed her lips lightly, "Naturally, if the fans can see that Miss Qingyue personally cooks and serves a state banquet dish for everyone, I'm afraid they will be too excited, right? And it is also more important in promoting Chinese food culture. Doesn't it make sense?"

The smile on Shi Qinglan's lips deepened.

Her eyes drooped slightly, and she casually picked up a kitchen knife on the kitchen counter, paired with a slightly deep smile, there was an inexplicable sense of coolness.

"Okay." Shi Qinglan's red lips parted lightly, "Although I haven't touched a state banquet for many years, it may be a bit unfamiliar, but it should be okay to show a simple pastry. How about lotus cake?"

Jian Shutong's pupils shrank obviously.

She thought that Shi Qinglan would show an ordinary home-cooked dish, but she didn't expect that she chose the extremely complicated lotus flower cake.

"Miss Qingyue, are you sure?" Jian Shutong smiled, "The lotus flower cake is very difficult and requires very delicate craftsmanship. Even experienced pastry chefs are prone to fail."

Shi Qinglan put down the kitchen knife slowly, "Definitely."

After the sound fell, she looked at Jian Shutong with a sideways smile, and there was a bit of flaunting provocation in that smile.

"Okay then." Jian Shutong lightly shrugged his shoulders, "However... I remember that Mr. Wei Ran seems to be a professional pastry chef, and his master is even more famous. I just want to remind Miss Qingyue not to be in the expert Showing timidity in front of you is."

Shi Qinglan lowered her eyes and chuckled, "Miss Jian is too worried."

She happened to be the well-known master Jian Shutong said, and her only worry was not about showing cowardice, but about Wei Ran's difficulty in dealing with it if someone later came out with her.

"Since that's the case, let's hand over the stage to Miss Qingyue." The host followed the procedure in a daze.

But as soon as she finished speaking, she felt that something was wrong. There was no such process in her script, so why did she go off track all of a sudden!

"Miss Qingyue, please." Jian Shutong smiled faintly.

She turned and left and went back to the Qingluan Peony Chair, still not believing that Shi Qinglan could make a good lotus flower cake. You must know that the cakes of the palace imperial meal not only have extremely high requirements on taste and texture, but also bring visual enjoyment to people... …

Other pastries are fine, but the lotus flower cake is really difficult, and even she can hardly guarantee a success when it is displayed on the spot.

"This..." The director was dumbfounded as he sat in front of the monitor.

A director came looking for him in a panic, "Director, what should I do? Do you really want Miss Qingyue to show off her cooking skills?"

The director stared at the monitor hesitantly, not knowing what to say.

At this moment, Nan Xiyue was also completely dumbfounded, she raised her hand to her brow bone, "He's meowing..."

She really didn't expect that Shi Qinglan would cause such trouble to her.

"Miss Nan, Qingyue..." The director turned to look at Nan Xiyue, and asked tentatively, "Do you really understand state banquets?"

"She knows shit about state banquets." Nan Xiyue folded her arms around her chest, "I've never heard of her cooking! I haven't even seen her order instant noodles. What lotus cakes are you bringing me?"

She wants to put the lotus leaf on this woman's face right now.

Hearing this, the director and directors all showed serious expressions.

"If Ms. Qingyue doesn't do well, that's fine. It's a big deal to let the post-editing process. But if she really hasn't cooked before, the studio will be blown up..."

"She is a well-deserved goddess in the music world! This life's innocence and fame will not be ruined by our program group, right?"

"But why did Miss Qingyue agree to Jian Shutong!"

The editors and directors discussed in low voices, and they all expressed panic and bewilderment when Shi Qinglan wanted to show off his cooking skills.

"Don't make any noise." The director lowered his voice and shouted, "Go and prepare the ingredients for Miss Qingyue first, and let the fire department make emergency preparations. Let's take a step at a time for other things."

As long as you don't blow up the studio, you can say anything.

Qingyue is such an international celebrity, her personality cannot be collapsed, her face must be preserved, if there are any mistakes in the process of showing her culinary skills, the program team will definitely cut them out, otherwise there is no way to explain to her manager and company ...

The director looked at Nan Xiyue, "Miss Nan, don't worry, if there is any accident, the program team will strictly block today's news, fans will not know that she bombed the studio."

The solemn appearance seemed as if Qingyue had already blown up.

Nan Xiyue's forehead twitched, she raised her hand to rub her temples, closed her eyes and meditated, "That's the only way to go."

The program team quickly helped Shi Qinglan prepare the ingredients, the recording continued, and all the departments were in place.

Shi Qinglan took off the big-sleeved shirt, raised her hand and took off a few fringes, and only wore the bright red waist-length skirt, leaving a few elegant red hairpins between her temples, which was convenient for her to show off her cooking skills.

"Miss Qingyue, do you need help in the kitchen?" A deep voice suddenly sounded, and Bo Yucheng got up slowly.

He walked to Shi Qinglan's side with his slender legs, and the possessive aura around him was extremely strong, "I recommend myself?"

Hearing this, Shi Qinglan's eyes twitched violently.

She thought of the messy kitchen in Qinglan Waterside Pavilion, and when she was about to reject the man, she saw Shi Qing'an striding over, "I am also willing to be Miss Qingyue's assistant cook."

Shi Qinglan: "..." My head hurts even more.

Maybe we really want to blow up the studio together.

And ha~