"If everyone hasn't forgotten, there has been a duel between Teacher An and Park Tae-yeon just now!"

“Yes, dance.”

"The dance showdown, Mr. An was defeated miserably. Now it's unfair. This is in Park Tae-yeon's field. We all forget that he is not only a football star, but also a singer!"

Taeyeon nodded in cooperation. Just now when Park Tae-yeon introduced her, the keyboard teacher played a song that made her feel happy, she and his some.

"Next, there will be a fierce fight between chefs, men, Taeyeon."

Hearing his name, Taeyeon looked at He Jiong with wide eyes.

"A contest about love for her! OK!"

"good!"

Taeyeon controls her expression.

"Okay, this is the first time the refrigerator comes from the competition between the guests and the kitchen."

"Please choose the ingredients for both!"

Park Tae-young got up, but the little guy in his sight ran over quickly.

"Why are you bringing this here?" Park Tae-yeon glared. The sister gave him an apron, but not his but Xia Yeon's.

"I'm as expected!"

"Ha." Park Tae-yeon didn't believe it.

"I originally wanted to communicate with them. I watched the Korean version every issue!" The little guy laughed and said, "In fact, why did the writer have this idea? The writer here found that there were several dishes uploaded by Park Tae-yeon, which were made in the Korean version. However, what the writer said he didn't know was that they were all made by the little guy, Park Tae-yeon was just photographed and uploaded.

Park Tae-young had a casual shirt on top, and he just rolled up the sleeve tube and held the apron in his hand.

"That's OK?"

"It's okay, you said 9 people anyway, and Oni didn't say anything."

The little guy gave him apron and slipped away quickly, but before leaving, he gestured at him with both hands and cheered up.

"Teacher An is already choosing. Don't you hurry up Taiyan?" There is still a difference in tone in Chinese, so after recording, they call him like this. Only Taeyeon sometimes can't tell the difference clearly, but after listening to it a few more times, I can understand it.

Yoona is a little better at this aspect than Taeyeon.

I glanced at Taeyeon, not knowing what she was laughing at. Is it okay to expect her to be fine?

He walked over quickly and took the materials as he had thought, Teacher An was still very polite to wait for him to choose first. Park Tae-yeon was not polite to the other party, and he got all the materials.

"Wow, I saw my brother's trick. He was preparing to empty Taeyeon's refrigerator, and then Teacher An had no ingredients."

Wang Jiaer's eyes flashed, and then he started shouting loudly.

Park Tae-yeon was stunned, then looked back at him. Wang Jiaer immediately shrank his head. Park Tae-yeon looked down at his plate, as if he had really taken it away, looking like he was about to be moved.

He hurriedly divided all the things that could be divided, but in fact he didn't need much.

In fact, in addition to the refrigerator, there are many other ingredients here, at least the seasonings are complete, and rice bread is also available. Otherwise, it would be really based on how much Taeyeon's refrigerator is made, and her refrigerator is not his refrigerator.

After looking at the seasonings and other side dishes in need, Park Tae-young was relieved. He had basically all the things he needed, but to be honest, it was his own kitchen habit.

Park Tae-yeon replenished the ingredients, picked up the apron and shook it, then tied it quickly.

"Ah, hahahahaha!!!"

"Hahaha!!!"

"Wow, so cute!"

Park Tae-yan's hand froze when pulling the apron rope, then he watched the pink apron's mouth twitch. The pink fat Ding on top of Xia Yeon was a pink Pikachu. He was used to seeing it at home and didn't think much about it, but if he didn't mention his sister's apron, even his Pikachu was very ashamed.

No wonder Taeyeon just now watched herself laughing.

"Taiyan, is this your own apron?"

"Ani, Tongsai..." Park Tae-yeon was confused and said Korean for the first time today, and then immediately looked up at everyone and continued to explain: "This is my sister's, mine... mine."

Park Tae-yeon lowered his head: "Min is Pikachu's..."

"Ah, hahaha."

Park Tae-young's eyes floated to someone who was smiling at the aunt. Should I be so happy?

"Okay, okay!" He Jiong interrupted everyone to continue this topic, afraid that Park Tae-yeon would be embarrassed.

Then with the sound of the sound of the sound of the slam, the light dimmed, and Teacher An and Park Tae-yeon stood in front of the kitchen counter.

"Okay, what do you two want to say? First, let's see what Teacher An wants to say!"

Teacher An said directly in Korean. He looked a little excited: "I was very nervous when I saw Taeyeon today. Being able to cook for Taeyeon is a big gift for me. Such an opportunity is only once in my life."

"Oh~! Wow~!" The group of people started to cheer directly.

Taeyeon once again covered her mouth with both hands and smiled embarrassedly.

He Jiong was also laughed and kept smiling with his hands clasped his shoulders: "Teacher An, why do you scare yourself before cooking yourself?"

"Haha." The group of people were all happy, and Teacher An himself laughed.

"Okay, here's it, Park Tae-yeon!"

Park Tae-young, who had been struggling with the apron, raised her head and looked at Taeyeon: "It is a very happy thing to be able to cook for the person you like. If you can want to cook for you for the rest of your life."

Taeyeon's entire face was covered, and her praise-proclaimed snow-white skin began to turn red at the speed of the naked eye.

A group of people started to cheer again in an instant.

Hong Xitian shook his head and said, "I think you are so handsome and can speak like this. How can others live!"

"Okay, the next 15 minutes will be refreshing because it is fast enough, and the 15-minute timing will start."

With the declaration of implanted advertisements, the competition officially began.

Park Tae-yeon looked back at Teacher An in provocatively, then he was the first to reach out and took out the apple. The other party cut the apple for Taeyeon just now.

But do you have to know what Taeyeon’s title of Celestial Fan? Guoda!

He held the apple in his right hand and came to the sticking board. He stretched and shrank his left hand and held the knife in his hand, and raised his thud on the sticking board with a 'jog' sound.

"What are you doing?" This attracted everyone's attention.

Park Tae-yeon breathed a sigh of relief and focused his eyes. It was time to reflect the real technology.
Chapter completed!