Quick Wear: Oops, the mission target is crying again

Chapter 1068 Angels Arrive 19

In the end, Zhong Yanchuan was pushed into the kitchen by Lingyao, half forced and half persuaded.

The kitchen in the villa is large and fully equipped with kitchenware.

Lingyao only bought two oven baking trays.

After purchasing a lot of ingredients, he pushed Zhong Yanchuan to the center of the kitchen.

"You can practice today and then go live tomorrow."

Zhong Yanchuan:?

"What about you?" Of course he didn't need to be anxious. After all, he was not the one who was going to start the live broadcast, and he didn't know how the other party could say this with such confidence.

But Zhong Yanchuan obviously underestimated Lingyao's thickness of skin.

"I'll help out here." Handing kitchen utensils and other things to the God of Wealth.

Zhong Yanchuan: Who needs live streaming?

Although Zhong Yanchuan's rebuttals came one after another and question marks followed one after another.

But he didn't stop Lingyao when she put the ingredients in his hands.

This was also Zhong Yanchuan’s first time cooking.

Lingyao took into consideration his previous experience in cooking and decided to start with what he was good at on the first day.

After all, we can't discourage the enthusiasm of the God of Wealth from the very beginning.

So the recipe I found for Zhong Yanchuan on the first day was a blueberry baked pudding.

The ingredients are simple, only eggs, pure milk, light cream, white sugar and blueberry jam are needed.

Zhong Yanchuan looked at the egg stuffed into his hand, then looked at Lingyao.

Then he lowered his head, cracked the eggs on the table, beat them in a container, and added milk and light cream according to the proportions...

Today's dessert is very simple and Lingyao's help is not needed, so Lingyao is working on the lens stand that will be needed for tomorrow's live broadcast.

By the way, I was debugging Zhong Yanchuan in the kitchen.

Choose an angle that does not reveal Zhong Yanchuan's face but can capture the production process.

Zhong Yanchuan didn't know why. It was obviously his first time making something, but he quickly immersed himself in it.

It wasn't until he put the baking bowl into the oven and closed the lid that he came out of the state of making things.

The corners of his mouth involuntarily raised slightly.

After closing the oven door, he looked at Lingyao who was pointing the camera at him.

Zhong Yanchuan felt a little uncomfortable when he saw the camera.

Remind Lingyao: "Don't take pictures of your face."

Lingyao raised her hand and made an OK gesture to him, but the camera zoomed in and out on Zhong Yanchuan's face, filling the entire screen, and took several photos in a row.

She won’t show her face in tomorrow’s live broadcast, but she can take a few photos today, so there’s no contradiction.

After taking two close-up photos, Lingyao zoomed out and captured Zhong Yanchuan and the kitchen in the frame.

In the photo, Zhong Yanchuan was not used to being in front of the camera, so his eyes were not looking at the camera, but at the tableware on the table.

Combined with the warm light from overhead, it creates an extremely heartwarming picture.

Lingyao picked up the camera and checked it with satisfaction.

But she didn't know when Zhong Yanchuan had already come to her side pushing a wheelchair.

He tugged stiffly at her skirt.

"What did you just take a picture of? Let me see."

Zhong Yanchuan always felt that she had been filming him the whole time. Did it take so long to adjust the camera?

Seeing Lingyao staring at the camera for a long time without stopping, he couldn't help but walk over and wanted to see what she was filming.

He rarely takes photos himself, so I guess he can't control his facial expressions well and doesn't look very photogenic.

Zhong Yanchuan was completely worrying too much. Even though he was wearing a special mask covering the small half of his face that covered his right eye, his facial features, including his mouth, nose and face shape, were all very superior.

There is no need for any retouching in any shot, even the light shining on his mask seems to be from the hand of God.

Lingyao heard what Zhong Yanchuan said, but held up the camera to refuse.

"Nothing, I'll send it to you later."

We can’t let the God of Wealth see these beautiful photos. What if he deletes them for her?

After hearing what Lingyao said, Zhong Yanchuan still wanted to see it immediately, but he didn't insist.

The oven time would take half an hour, so Zhong Yanchuan didn't ask Uncle Wu to bring it over directly. Instead, he chose to sit in the living room for a while and set the alarm for half an hour.

Lingyao was naturally also in the living room. After baking some photos and sending them to Zhong Yanchuan, she picked up the book she had placed in the living room and started reading.

Zhong Yanchuan was looking at the photos that were sent to him one by one.

The photos Lingyao sent him were basically half-length photos of him cooking in the kitchen.

Zhong Yanchuan looked through the photos one by one until he reached the bottom, where he saw two photos with slightly different perspectives.

These should be the two pictures she took just after turning on the camera. In addition to him, her hands were also shown as she was choosing the lens.

Slender and white.

I guess they were just casual shots or two photos that were taken accidentally at the beginning.

The camera lens is a little blurry, but her hands look like works of art under such light and shadow.

Zhong Yanchuan tightened his lips and secretly saved the two photos.

There was one photo in particular where her finger was pointing to him unexpectedly.

It was as if he had been deliberately prompted.

Zhong Yanchuan's heart was beating like a drum until the alarm clock jumped onto the screen, covering up his own thoughts. Then he turned off his phone and went to the kitchen to get the baked pudding.

Lingyao saw Zhong Yanchuan walking towards the kitchen and did not follow him.

After all, it's just the baked pudding, so it should be okay without her.

Zhong Yanchuan can indeed do it himself. Although his legs are disabled, he actually insists on muscle training every day to exercise arm strength and prevent leg muscle atrophy.

He took out the baked pudding.

To his surprise, the first time he baked the pudding, it turned out to be a success.

Although it was just a small thing, Zhong Yanchuan couldn't help but feel excited about it.

Perhaps, as she told him, his life was not completely useless.

A total of 6 puddings were baked today. Zhong Yanchuan topped three with blueberry jam and vanilla crumbs, and the other with strawberry jam and lemon crumbs.

He saw that she ordered lemonade last night, so she must prefer lemon flavored things.

After finishing, Zhong Yanchuan brought the things to the living room, put them on the table and pushed them in front of Lingyao.

"Taste it."

"You try it first." Lingyao was very cautious. After all, it was the first time for the God of Wealth to cook, and her stomach ached.

Zhong Yanchuan did not refuse. He really wanted to try it, so he picked up a blueberry vanilla pudding, scooped a mouthful with a spoon and put it in his mouth.

I was a little tentative when I put it in my mouth, but I finally relaxed after I tasted it.

"is acceptable."

Hearing what he said, Lingyao also picked up the spoon and scooped a spoonful.

As Zhong Yanchuan expected, she dug into the strawberry lemon flavored pudding.

Lingyao took a bite and nodded.

"Mm, it's delicious. You really are talented."

Zhong Yanchuan curled his lips slightly, and felt that Lingyao's "as expected" was very strange. What did he mean by "as expected he is very talented"? Could it be that she had expected this?

But he had never cooked before, so how could she have predicted this? It couldn't be the information Zhong Xiaochen gave her.