The recipes looked very beautiful yet challenging.
Sheng Yang glanced at the refrigerator and found that there were enough ingredients.
Then she glanced at the stovetop. There were quite a few burners, which would be more than enough for her to cook several dishes at the same time.
Besides, this kitchen was an AI kitchen. Some devices could be voice-controlled, and there were large screens on the wall. She could project a recipe from her cell phone to the screens and follow the recipe while cooking.
Sheng Yang smiled, rolled up her sleeves, and began to cook.
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The car stopped steadily at the gate. Yi Juncheng hurried out of the car and ran into the house.
“Agh-” Gao Feng propped his hand against a tree, bent over, and threw up hard.
Yi Juncheng went straight to the kitchen. As he got closer and closer to the kitchen, he smelled an increasingly strong and reassuring scent, just like the smell of home when his parents were still alive. Smelling this familiar scent, he felt his nose turning a little sore.
He quickened his pace and entered the kitchen at lightning speed, only to see Sheng Yang busily cooking extremely quickly. Holding a pot and a spatula in her hand and watching the video on the large screen from time to time, she was skillfully tossing the ingredients in the pot and managing the stovetop temperature.
Seeing this, Yi Juncheng couldn’t help but laugh. What on earth was he worried about?
Her learning abilities were superb. Was there any skill in the world a genius like her couldn’t learn?
He worried too much.
But if he could do it over again, he would still choose to rush back as fast as possible.
Hearing his footsteps, Sheng Yang turned leisurely. When she saw Yi Juncheng standing by the door, her rosy face cracked into a bright smile. “There you are.”
It was the joy of learning new knowledge.
Yi Juncheng gazed at her, dazzled by her bright smile. She was just like a wife seeing her husband come home and giving him a pure and happy smile.
He suddenly stepped forward and put his arm around her waist.
Sheng Yang raised her eyebrows.
“Don’t move,” he said hoarsely. An apron suddenly appeared in his hand, and he opened the apron, wrapped it around her slender waist, and tied it for her. “Perfect.”
Sheng Yang knew Yi Juncheng was a perfectionist just like her, so she didn’t say anything.
The dishes were ready and filled the entire big table. Gao Feng, who was still pale from his nausea, was immediately attracted by the delicious dishes on the table and couldn’t help gulping.
Then he looked at Sheng Yang with amazement. Did Miss Sheng cook all the dishes? Even the vegetable shavings?
Of course, Sheng Yang didn’t actually make 108 dishes. She picked more than 20 top dishes, which was already too much for the two of them.
Yi Juncheng analyzed the dishes crowding the table then took out his cell phone and dialed. “Auntie, it’s me, Juncheng.”
He looked at Sheng Yang. “Yangyang is at my house and she cooked a few dishes for me. Please come have a taste with Uncle, Brother Hanjing, and Yuxi.”
The Sheng Family: “???”
In less than ten minutes, the whole family appeared in Yi Juncheng’s home.
Looking at the dishes filling this large table, Kang Weizhen was at a loss for what to say and cast a complicated look at her daughter.
Yangyang must love Yi Juncheng so much!
