Era: You're asked to cook a home-style dish, but you cook Wellington.

Seeing that the vegetables had wilted, she didn't hesitate at all, threw a handful of noodles into the pot, poured in two small spoonfuls of soy sauce, and sprinkled in some seasonings.

She's not a professional chef, nor does she know the precise measurements; she relies entirely on her childhood memories.

Gao Yang stood silently to the side, not interrupting, as every flavor and every texture blended in his mind.

Stir-fried noodles don't actually require much skill, but making them taste good still takes some effort.

"Here, this, just a little bit."

He pushed out some pepper powder and asked Su Wanqing to add it.

Su Wanqing had great faith in Gao Yang's cooking skills, and without thinking, she picked up a small spoonful and put it into the pot.

She wasn't very strong, so she couldn't flip the wok; she could only stir-fry it bit by bit with a spatula.

"Splash splash splash".

The sound of the spatula clashing against the iron wok rang out continuously, and every ingredient in the wok was coated with oil, becoming moist and glistening.

Light brown noodles, golden eggs, green vegetables, and rosy ham—different flavors complement each other, converging in this iron pot, blending together to create a brighter color and a richer aroma.

"Wow, she's really good at this."

Nangong Lian rubbed his chin beside him.

Although his gaze was focused on his sister, he would occasionally glance over at her.

He was also shocked when he saw Su Wanqing's actions.

Previously, Su Wanqing always appeared as a cold and aloof CEO, occasionally wearing gold-rimmed glasses, giving off an aura that kept strangers at bay.

Today, the contrast between this icy beauty wielding a shovel amidst the everyday hustle and bustle is truly striking.

Su Wanqing's movements became more and more skillful. Although she still couldn't flip the wok, she relied on her seriousness to stir-fry each noodle evenly, making sure that none of them stuck to the wok or any of the ingredients were burnt.

The heat from the stove caused fine beads of sweat to form on her forehead, which slid down her cheeks and dampened the stray hairs at her temples.

Her gaze was incredibly focused, and perhaps she was thinking of something happy, as a faint smile lingered on her lips. It was as if she wasn't dealing with Xiao Jianyuan's difficult behavior, but rather preparing breakfast for her lover.

Gao Yang stood to the side, his gaze fixed on Su Wanqing, his eyes overflowing with tenderness, occasionally offering a few soft words of advice.

Qian Liu also leaned against the door frame, his fierceness lessened considerably. Looking at Su Wanqing's clumsy yet earnest appearance, he couldn't help but nudge Gao Yang with his elbow.

"The boss is much better than me when I first cooked. The first time I cooked, I almost set the kitchen on fire, and even the dog wouldn't eat what I made."

Gao Yang was also amused. Looking at the fried noodles in the pot, the heavy weight in his heart gradually lifted.

With this, you've basically got all the essential elements for stir-fried noodles. I wouldn't say it'll be delicious, but it certainly won't be bad.

only……

It would be difficult for Xiao Jianyuan to say that something of this strength tastes good.

After all, Xiao Jianyuan also came from the catering industry, and as the head of the Xiao family, he had tasted countless delicacies. Anything that caught his eye could not be ordinary.

"What should we do?"

He frowned and pondered.

Su Wanqing's skills are really limited. Controlling the heat to improve the texture of stir-fried noodles is too difficult, and she doesn't have time to use any high-end ingredients to enhance the flavor right now.

"Tsk, this is a bit tricky."

He scanned the ingredients on the table one by one, finally settling his gaze on the beef bone broth beside him.

I've got it! I'll use this one!

"Wanqing, add a spoonful of broth."

"it is good."

Su Wanqing readily agreed and, without the slightest hesitation, immediately scooped a spoonful of broth into the pot.

"Sizzle".

As soon as the broth came into contact with the scalding hot iron pot, puffs of white smoke immediately rose up.

The aroma of beef, mixed with the flavors of other ingredients, immediately filled the air and permeated the entire room.

"Wow, this smells amazing!"

Nangong Lian was immediately drawn to Su Wanqing's move.

His nose twitched wildly as he inhaled the aroma, his feet unconsciously moving closer to the pot, his eyes fixed on the fried noodles, and he swallowed hard.

"Sis, what Boss Su makes seems just as good as yours."

Nangong Hong rolled her eyes at him speechlessly.

"You're so useless. Then don't bother me to cook for you anymore."

Even so, she stopped what she was doing and kept looking in that direction.

After adding that spoonful of beef bone broth, the fried noodles were no longer considered ordinary fried noodles in everyone's eyes.

Nangong Xun stroked his beard, his eyes full of approval.

He had been silent for a long time, but he had actually been observing the situation on the field.

He understood that Su Wanqing's first time in the kitchen was indeed quite good, but the fried noodles had many flaws that were visible to the naked eye, which was unacceptable to him after more than seventy years of culinary experience.

But with that spoonful of broth, all the previous things became irrelevant.

"Young friend Gao is indeed clever; this spoonful of beef bone broth is the perfect finishing touch."

Nangong Ming echoed in agreement.

"Yes, there are many ways to stir-fry noodles. For example, the dry-stir-fry in Lingnan style emphasizes wok hei (wok aroma) and dryness, which is far beyond what Mr. Su's skills can achieve."

"Now it's completely different. By using the wet stir-frying method, not only is the whole pot of stir-fried noodles given a rich flavor, but moisture is also added to the inside of the noodles, making them refreshing and delicious."

Su Wanqing was also startled by the sudden fragrance.

She had just been trying to recreate the taste of her childhood, but even with Gao Yang's guidance, she felt something was missing.

Now, the taste is exactly the same as the taste in my memory, and the only sweetness from those hard days has been completely replicated.

The fragrance gradually wafted over and reached Xiao Jianyuan's nose, who was not far away.

"What does that taste like?"

Xiao Jianyuan turned his head and asked the bodyguard beside him.

The bodyguard gripped the hem of the yellow jacket and swallowed hard.

"Boss Xiao, it seems like Su Wanqing made these dishes."

He glanced at the stove not far away, carefully watching Xiao Jianyuan's expression, afraid that he might say something wrong and upset the boss.

As expected, Xiao Jianyuan was immediately surprised and suspicious after hearing his subordinate say this.

"What did you say? Su Wanqing can cook such fragrant dishes?"

"Are you sure you were watching every second? Did Gao Yang help out?"

The subordinate was sweating profusely.

As Xiao Jianyuan's bodyguard, he had also eaten many good things, but the aroma of this stuff was far more intense than any of the dishes he had eaten before.

At least in his heart, Su Wanqing's cooking was indeed delicious.

But he knew he absolutely couldn't say those words, or he would surely die there.

"Mr. Xiao... I watched the whole process, and it was indeed Su Wanqing who did it herself."

"Snapped!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Jianyuan slammed his hand on the table next to him, his eyes seeming to spit fire.

"Damn it, I was going to make things difficult for her, but now I've gotten the better of her."

He took a deep breath, lay back in the recliner, and sneered.

"It's fine, I'm not planning on letting her live it anyway."

At this moment, Su Wanqing and Nangong Hong finished preparing breakfast at the same time, and the two walked over together.