Chapter 478: Sexy Low Voice
Chapter 478: Sexy Low Voice
[Sob sob sob, it’s so early in the morning. It’s torture to smell this!]
[Cuckoo—Cuckoo—Cuckoo—Do you hear my stomach growling? I’m almost out of breath. Quickly bring me the host’s omelet!]
[Hehehe, it seems quite easy for the host to do this. I think I can give it a try. I’ve already ordered potato flour and eggs. Sisters, wait for my good news!]
[Hand: No, you can’t!]
[Hahaha, I advise the commenter above not to be rash. It might seem simple to watch the host make something, but that’s just an illusion. It might not be that simple in your hands!]
[Those little cuties who are tempted to do it themselves, I advise you to look at those dead fish in the comments section. (Deep.jpg)]
Su Yayan had cooked fish a few times before in various styles—steamed, braised, boiled, and even made soup.
And it was precisely because the fish she fried was golden and crispy, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, that some audiences, after seeing her cooking method, could not hold back their appetite and bought fish to fry themselves.
The result was obvious. 99% of the people had failed, and the remaining 1% could not even save their own kitchen.
So much so that in the comments section during that period of time, one could see the horrible scenes of those fishes that had been tortured to death with their eyes wide open!
Su Yayan had already prepared the first serving of pan-fried shredded potato omelet.
On top of the round egg pancake, one could clearly
[This texture is amazing! It’s crispy and delicious. The more I eat, the more addicted I become.]
Crunch, crunch! Eating this is really addictive. I think I can eat several pieces of this size alone!
[Is the pan-fried shredded potato omelet so delicious? I think I can do it too.]
[Calm down, calm down! The pan-fried shredded potato omelet is fine, but look at the official price of the bacon. You will understand why the audience only bought potatoes, eggs, and flour.]
These people who drank light nutrient shakes all year round did not eat greasy fried food for breakfast. They wished that they could eat this omelet to their heart’s content. If only they could have some wine.
Huo Chenhuan looked at the messages that kept flying past his screen and suddenly felt hungry. His brows furrowed slightly before relaxing again. He turned his wheelchair around and went downstairs.
"Is there anything you don’t understand after seeing it once? If not, you can try it yourself. It doesn’t matter if you cook more. If you can’t finish it, you can give it to someone else." Su Yayan was busy confirming the male chef’s learning situation when she heard a familiar voice from outside. "Yanyan?"
The series of messages that were originally praising the omelet seemed to have stopped. They went blank for two seconds before exploding.
[Was that the voice of the host’s husband? Ahhhh, it’s the low-pitched voice of my dreams!]
[I love this voice! It’s sexy and low-pitched, clear and melodious. The host and her husband’s voices are both my favorite. It’s such a waste not to be a voice talent!]
[The host’s voice is nice, even her husband’s voice is nice. If a man used this voice to say good night to me every night, I would definitely not lose sleep again!]
Su Yayan sighed. "I’m in the kitchen!" She didn’t care how obsessed these people were with her man’s voice. She answered and ran out.
After running a few steps, she seemed to have thought of something. She quickly turned back and took the plate of freshly fried omelets away..