Chapter 1214: Chapter 1214: Do you know how to cook instant noodles?_1 Chapter 1214: Chapter 1214: Do you know how to cook instant noodles?_1 The most pitiful thing was that among the people present, no one was older than Lyke Zhekova.
It would be inappropriate for anyone to scold him.
Samson Zhekova glanced at Adrian Zhekova.
If there was no one older than Lyke, then they had to look among the younger ones for a leader.
Among them, Adrian Zhekova was the oldest.
Samson Zhekova had high hopes for Adrian Zhekova.
Adrian Zhekova: “…”
In the end, Adrian Zhekova couldn’t bear Samson’s hopeful gaze any longer.
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Moreover, he couldn’t stand looking at Lyke’s smug face.
Without Cindy Clarke, would Lyke have known Peggy Lewis?
Who did he think he was!
“Is there enough food at ho?” Adrian Zhekova doubted it was enough.
These two might talk a good ga, but the true opportunities they had to cook for themselves were scarce, perhaps twice a week if they were lucky.
These were not like people in his family who always kept an abundant supply of ingredients.
Indeed, as Adrian Zhekova had predicted.
Peggy Lewis imdiately placed another order via the supermarket app, whispering to Lyke, “What are you planning to make?”
They needed to buy ingredients compatible with what Lyke could cook.
“Let check.” Lyke again scrolled through the recipes he saved on his mobile phone.
There were two that he had already learned to make and Peggy had already tasted.
“These two,” said Lyke.
Peggy checked and added to the cart the ingredients they did not have at ho.
“This one looks fairly straightforward, I should be able to handle it,” Lyke comnted as he looked at a recipe he hadn’t attempted before.
The recipes that Samson had prepared for him were all designed with Lyke’s skill level in mind, all even more straightforward than the beginner level.
Lyke had previously read through them and mapped out a plan for himself, so he was on top of the recipes.
He selected a few more that he figured he could pull off.
Peggy added to the cart each of the ingredients ntioned in those recipes and then proceeded to buy them.
In the ti that they were waiting for the ingredients to be delivered, Lyke said to Samson, “Since you are here, you could draft a few more recipes for .
I have been pushing you for so long, and you’ve been procrastinating.
Now you’re here, you can write it for .”
“Here?” Samson Zhekova was astonished.
He was here as a guest, not as a laborer!
“If you think it’s inconvenient here, you can use the study,” Lyke said.
Samson Zhekova: “…”
Is that what he ant?
That was absolutely not what he ant!
“Co here,” Lyke beckoned to Samson.
Samson was at Lyke’s house, so he had no choice but to follow his command.
He had to follow Lyke to the study.
Lyke flipped open the lid of his notebook.
The notebook was always on standby as Lyke seldom shut it down.
It was convenient since he could use it right after opening the lid.
“You should prepare 10 recipes here,” Lyke gave Samson the task, “With your skills, 10 recipes should be a piece of cake.”
Samson Zhekova: “…”
“Am I here to do howork for you?” Samson retorted with a scowl.
Lyke ignored his retort: “With your speed, if you work efficiently, you should be able to complete it in fifteen minutes.”
After that, Lyke left.
Samson Zhekova: “…”
By the ti Lyke had returned, Cindy noticed that Samson seed to have disappeared.
“Where’s Samson?” Cindy asked.
“He’s doing his howork,” Lyke responded on a whim.
Everyone: “…”
What the hell?
What howork is he doing?
Lyke: “…”
All thanks to Samson.
After he said he was doing howork, he even agreed with it.
“He’s writing recipes.
He won’t be out until he finishes,” Lyke said.
Even though Peggy was biased in favor of Lyke, she had to admit, Samson was quite pitiful.
Seeing that Adrian was not surprised at all, Cindy comnted: “When you guys were little, were you supervised by your Fourth Uncle when doing your howork?”
“What are you talking about?” Adrian said, “We were self-disciplined and self-motivated good kids.
He didn’t need to watch over us.”
Besides, at that ti, Lyke was just a teenager.
He was not authoritative at all.
Samson was pushed to the limit and he was determined to excel.
Not even taking fifteen minutes, he ca out in ten.
“I’ve saved them all on your computer,” Samson inford Lyke.
However, Lyke wasn’t satisfied, “Later, let your students at school shoot a tutorial video for .
Make it simple and easy to understand.
After all, for them, such simple cuisine is a cinch.”
Samson Zhekova: “…”
The students are busy too, okay?
“Fourth Uncle, it’s one thing for you to order around, since you are my uncle,” Samson said, “But the students at Pingla Academy are not having it easy, the competition is too fierce, they can’t relax for a mont.
A slight relaxation, and they’re overtaken, the gap with others gets bigger.
They can’t even deal with their own advanced-level dishes, where would they find the ti for yours?”
Isn’t that disturbing those hardworking kids?
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“If you really want to learn, co and audit courses in person at Pingla Academy,” Samson suggested.
“Forget about it.
With Fourth Uncle’s level, it’s like a nursery child sitting in on university courses; he wouldn’t understand anything,” Adrian showed undisguised contempt for Lyke.
Lyke sneered sarcastically, “I wouldn’t understand, sa as you.
You aren’t even as good as .
Can you even cook instant noodles?”
Adrian Zhekova: “…”
“Let’s all be a little less hurtful to each other.
We’re all family here,” Cindy urged.
Isn’t it satisfying enough that you guys are hurting others all the ti?
“Actually, I don’t have the ti to audit classes,” Lyke finally admitted, “Alright then, just prepare so more recipes for when you’re free.”
In fact, it would be more suitable to ask Cindy for help.
Samson didn’t have any experience in teaching beginners.
Ever since he started his career, he has been acknowledged as a genius chef, then he directly entered the academy managent and eventually beca headmaster.
Although he occasionally taught a few classes, but his students were all from Pingla Academy.
It had absolutely nothing to do with basic teaching.
On the other hand, Cindy, as a food blogger, is facing the public.
She even has fans with no culinary foundation at all.
Therefore, it is actually most suitable to learn from Cindy.
But Lyke was too embarrassed to inconvenience Cindy.
If he was to slave soone, it was definitely less pressure to target his own nephew.
After a while, the ingredients were delivered.
Considering Lyke’s cooking skill level, he was slow, so he started preparing early.
Peggy wanted to help, but Samson stopped her: “Fourth Aunt, Fourth Uncle’s gone to work.
You’re the only host left, you can’t neglect your guests.”
“Samson has a point.” Lyke weighed in, “You stay here and keep them company, just let Samson join .”
Samson Zhekova: “…”
Am I not a guest?
“Look at how scared you are, I’m not asking you to do the work, just watch from the side,” Lyke kindly assured him.
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