Chapter 812: The Young Master Learns to Make Breakfast
A tall figure was surrounded by several people who continuously coughed and kept saying, "Young Master, Young Master, flip it now, right, turn down the heat, salt, salt, add some salt."
Gu Qibao blinked in confusion and kept waving the smoke away with her hands; the kitchen was a sight for sore eyes.
The originally luxurious European-style kitchen, with its pure white and sky blue Little Qingxin decorations, was now blackened by smoke, and the elaborate various dish racks were also in a mess.
Egg shells and the smell of burning pervaded the entire kitchen.
The kitchen was a complete disaster!
And it was impossible to stay there longer, oddly enough, all the servants were gathered around the stove, looking as if they were facing a huge crisis.
"Young Master, be, be careful..."
"Cough cough..." Gu Qibao finally couldn’t stand the choking and started coughing. Covering her nose and mouth, she couldn’t help asking, "What are you all doing?"
"Young Mistress?" Uncle Zhang turned around, and then respectfully nodded, reporting, "Young Master is learning to make breakfast."
The smoke swirled around Uncle Zhang’s calm and relieved old face.
Gu Qibao was struck like lightning, it took her quite a while to come to her senses. Was this really breakfast-making or some kind of kitchen demolition?
Frying an egg, why does it look like it’s been raided by bandits?
At this moment, Di Mingjue turned his head, his stunningly beautiful face slightly reddened by the heat, and thin sweat discernible on his forehead.
Gu Qibao was utterly bewildered. Was Di Mingjue really trying to learn how to make breakfast?
And he had even tied on a white laced apron that looked like one maid’s!
Gu Qibao’s eyes widened, and she instantly felt embarrassed!
Emma, Di Third Young Master, what do you mean by dressing up like this?
Is this seduction in uniform!!
She was completely out of her wits, and once she regained her senses, Di Mingjue had already dragged her out of the kitchen.
Gu Qibao was seated by him at the dining table. He stood there, looking down at her imperiously, his face awkwardly cold, and blurted out, "Wait, hubby will make you breakfast."
After saying this, he took a spatula, determinedly dived back into the kitchen.
Gu Qibao heard voices from inside the kitchen.
"It’s burnt, it’s burnt!"
"Where’s the spatula!"
"Turn off the fire, turn off the fire, turn the heat down first."
"Young Master, quick, the spatula!"
Gu Qibao scratched her head blankly. Was this group of chefs really necessary?
Burnt and they don’t even think of flipping it, just standing there shouting, waiting for Di Mingjue to bring in a spatula?
What she didn’t know was, from early morning the Di Third Young Master had ordered that he must personally fry this egg, no one was allowed to touch it, or else he’d get angry with anyone who did!
That is why all the servants and chefs were so on edge.
Who could have thought such a refined and excellent man, smart to boot, couldn’t even crack an egg!
Which led to a lot of wasted eggs!
Finally, when the egg was cracked, everyone neglected the pan of oil, which caused the blazing hot oil to catch fire, nearly burning the kitchen down!
So frying this egg was really a painful ordeal for the chefs, filled with deep resentment from all over!
Yet, Di Third Young Master was both stubborn and creative, insisting on frying two eggs!
The chefs suffered bitterly once again, really wanting to say, "You’re a beginner, it would be good if you can even properly fry one egg."
Frying two eggs, such an intricate task, couldn’t we wait until you master one egg before discussing two eggs?
But Di Third Young Master stubbornly wanted to challenge this difficulty level, insisting on frying two eggs while he still couldn’t even properly handle one.
And repeatedly failing and fighting again and again...
So, that was why the kitchen ended up in such a mess!