After coming to France, Tang Yili's cooking skills improved by leaps and bounds. She can cook not only butter gratin, but also porridge and side dishes, which is a perfect combination of Chinese and Western dishes.
Whenever Tang Yili wanted to eat something that didn't quite suit her taste, she ended up relying on her own tricks to satisfy her cravings. Therefore, her cooking skills and knowledge were both forced out of her.
Tang Yili came out of the hotel and on the way back to the apartment, she bought some ingredients and took them back to cook.
The meal for the sick was easy. A bowl of shrimp and vegetable porridge came out quickly. Tang Yili packed some for her son to eat. Most of the rest, she packed two thermos buckets and prepared to bring them to Xun Lang.
Tang Yili still remembered Xun Lang's amazing appetite, and she did not dare to underestimate his appetite even if he was sick.
Everything was ready. It was almost noon. Tang Yili put on her coat and a big scarf and went out quietly. Because her son had already started taking a nap, she now set off to the other side to wake up the child's father.
After the heavy snowfall, Paris has completely cleared up. The remaining snow on the roads paved with white bricks has almost been cleared away. There is no sludge after the snow, nor stagnant water. There are only layers of white piled up in the landscape belt, like mountains.
Continuous miniature snow mountains.
Tang Yili walked all the way over, but the porridge in the thermos bucket had not cooled down at all. When he opened the lid, it was still steaming.
She asked the hotel staff to bring bowls and spoons, and first poured a large bowl for Xun Lang.
Xun Lang rinsed his face in the bathroom and wiped the water from his forehead with a towel. He happened to walk out and saw this scene.
By the window, Tang Yili wore a black boat-necked sweater. The soft and close-fitting style neutralized the coldness of the black color, and instead highlighted the gentleness of the woman. It also tightened the body lines as she served porridge.
The look made Xun Lang suddenly think of a word.
Wash your hands and make soup.
Tang Yili also had a moment when he fell into the mortal world for him. His mood surged up and down. His big palm hung down by his side, stretching and curling several times. Xun Lang needed to restrain his mood in order to prevent himself from abruptly hugging him from behind.
"Have you finished washing up?" Tang Yili raised his head and smiled, "Come over and eat while it's hot."
She turned sideways, just enough to make way for the brown sofa chair and dining table.
Xun Lang was stung by the reflection of the glass tabletop, turned away from the staring gaze, and walked over with a smile.
"You actually do this."
He took a look and saw that the bowl of porridge looked to be of high quality in color, flavor and taste, without any sense of rush.
Xun Lang was sincerely surprised by Tang Yili's change.
"Eating Chinese food overseas is difficult. There are few restaurants and the taste is not authentic, so I have to learn to cook it myself."
Tang Yili didn't think this was anything to boast about, "I followed Sister Yue's recipe and never failed. It shows that this kind of porridge is easy to cook, even I can do it."
On the way over, Tang Yili bought some fruit. She turned around to wash it, completely unaware of the intense emotion in the eyes behind her.
Xun Lang kept watching Tang Yili walk into the bathroom and disappear from the door, then withdrew his eyes, lowered his head and smiled, sat down and concentrated on enjoying the food.
I have to say that, being overseas, drinking such a bowl of hot porridge is indeed very warm. From the stomach to the heart and then to the limbs, the whole person seems to be full of electricity. His dizziness and brain swelling have also been relieved a lot.
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No wonder some people say that rice is half a medicine.
After Tang Yili washed the fruits, she came out with a glass cup. Xun Lang just finished the bowl. She was quite happy to see that her masterpiece had reached the bottom, and then persuaded him to fill up another bowl.
Xun Lang followed suit and filled another large bowl from the second thermos bucket. He suddenly made a move and asked her, "Have you had lunch?"
"Me?" Tang Yili was so busy that she even forgot whether she had eaten or not. She was thinking about it - after returning to the apartment, she cooked porridge, played with Shao'ang, and fed Shao'ang.
After knocking it over once, she cleaned it up again. After a lot of trouble, the nanny finally came out of the room and took the child to bed, and she took a breather.
Later, she came to the hotel with a thermos bucket.
Tang Yili shrugged and smiled, but he confessed, "Maybe I'm not hungry, I didn't think about eating at all."
From the moment she started to think about it, Xun Lang noticed that he had already pulled the extra set of dishes next to him, poured a bowl for Tang Yili, and then pushed it to her.
"eat together."
There were no unnecessary words. After finishing speaking, Xun Lang concentrated on eating his own bowl.
Two seconds later, Tang Yili realized that it was the porridge she cooked anyway, and she had nothing to argue with. She sat opposite Xun Lang and also lowered her head to eat.
The tableware provided by the hotel is the one used for eating stewed rice. The stainless steel spoon is extra large, and the white bone china bowl has a large rim, like a straw hat. Tang Yili holds the spoon in his right hand and holds the edge of the bowl with his left hand.
He chewed slowly and made a few comments from time to time.
The shrimps were not big enough and the vegetables were a bit overcooked.
Her pickiness is still present in her own works.
Xun Lang listened with a smile and expressed his different opinions at the same time.
"I think it's pretty good. Aren't the shrimp porridges outside all cut up? They're small and broken and have no taste. The size of yours is just right. You don't need bigger shrimps."
Tang Yili shook his head, "I still feel that the quality of the shrimps is not good enough and the texture is not crispy enough, and it doesn't seem to be cooked as soon as I put it in the pot as Sister Yue said. I cooked it for a long time and the vegetables were all brown..."
Her sense of confusion was like that of a top-achieving student who had already scored 99 points and was still struggling with where to lose that point.
Xun Lang took the last bite and made his final evaluation with a gentle smile.
"Whether it is the choice of shrimp or vegetables, I think it is perfect, really."
Tang Yili smiled: "Your rhetoric is a bit like a CEO telling his subordinates to shut up - I want what I think, not what you think."
Xun Lang heard that she was teasing him, so he smiled, and then he opened his mouth, but Tang Yili couldn't laugh anymore.
He crossed his arms and looked at her, "Which CEO would praise his subordinates for their perfection, and it's not because you made the porridge."
Which CEO would coax his subordinates, and it's not all because of you.
Xun Lang also put on a black sweater when he got up today. It was cable knitted and looked thicker. When it was worn on him, it instantly enlarged the outline of his broad shoulders and thick arms. It gave the man who was sick a look that ordinary people didn't have.
, a captivating gaze.
Maybe it was because he had a fever, even his gaze was higher than 37 degrees Celsius, and when it fell on Tang Yili's face, it felt a little hot.
But she still withstood it, tilted her head and rubbed behind her ears, and said with all her might, "Then thank you, Mr. Xun, for the compliment."
The man known as Mr. Xun smiled. Although he knew Tang Yili's show of kindness to him and hid cunningly, he was not in a hurry.