After chatting with Ye Qing for so long, the chicken wings in the kitchen have already been marinated.
Turn on the natural gas switch, wait for the pot to heat up, add a little cold oil, and add the marinated chicken wings.
The aroma of chicken wings began to fill the air. Ai Liang did not use the smoke machine, but directly used telekinesis to collect the oil smoke and throw it out the window. This was much easier to use than the range hood.
Anyway, no one is watching him cook now, so Ai Liang doesn't even bother to use chopsticks, and just uses telekinesis to flip the chicken wings.
After the chicken wings are cooked, pick up the chicken wings, turn on the high heat, pour the shredded ginger and the mixed honey water into the pot, dissolve the charred layer on the bottom of the pot, when the juice is reduced to half, add the chicken wings and simmer for about 40 seconds.
Stir-fry twice to fully coat the chicken wings with the honey sauce, and a pot of honey-glazed chicken wings with a crystal clear appearance and full color, flavor and flavor is ready.
From marinating to taking it out of the pan, it takes less than half an hour in total, which is very simple.
Ai Liang kept a small bowl of chicken wings for dinner and packed the rest in lunch boxes.
Boom, boom, boom.
Ai Liang knocked on Ye Qing's door.
"I'm coming!"
The sound of slippers could be heard in the house.
Click, Ye Qing opened the security door and exclaimed after seeing the lunch box in Ai Liang's hand: "Wow, you didn't give me all the chicken wings, did you?"
"I still have some for myself." Ai Liang stuffed the lunch box into Ye Qing's hand and turned to leave.
However, as soon as he returned home, he received a message on his phone.
【Are you here?】——Summer Solstice
This netizen named Xia Zhi is the one who has been chatting with Ai Liang all these years.
[Although I feel that I added the wrong person, I still have to ask, are you Ai Liang? 】
【Um.】
【Come to the balcony!】
Ai Liang picked up the bowl, took a pair of chopsticks and walked to the balcony.
Ai Liang glanced at the message but did not reply. Instead, he opened the sliding door of the balcony and looked to the left. Ye Qing was holding a lunch box and staring at this side.
"Your online name is 'Weiliang'?"
"Well, it's me."
Ai Liang put down the small bowl on the balcony table and ate the chicken wings leisurely.
"What a coincidence!"
Ye Qing couldn't help complaining: "You must have discovered that I was in Qianhua City, so you came here."
"Do you think I'm that kind of person?"
Ai Liang ate chicken wings quietly and chatted as usual. Most of the time it was Ye Qing who was talking, and he occasionally replied.
Ye Qing looked at Ai Liang's calm look and sighed: "That's right."
Now that Ai Liang personally admitted that she was a 'Wei Liang', she no longer had the nervous excitement she felt when reading the information.
Ye Qing actually noticed it when he was reading the information at noon. Without him, the identities and backgrounds of Ai Liang and her netizen "Weiliang" were simply poured out of the same mold.
We cannot say that our life experiences are similar, we can only say that they are exactly the same.
Another reason is that netizens who have known each other for five years ended up having sex without the knowledge of both parties.
It feels like you have called a virtual anchor your wife for five whole years, and finally found out that the virtual anchor is your best friend. This complicated feeling is difficult to describe in words.
Even Ye Qing, who was enthusiastic and cheerful and had maximum social skills, didn't know what to say for a while.
Give a simple example.
The current atmosphere is like the feeling of a person with social anxiety walking on the way to school, seeing the teacher and classmates in front of him, and then slowing down ten times but still meeting at the bus stop.
But Ye Qing was Ye Qing after all. She quickly gathered her emotions and questioned Ai Liang about her soul.
"So, you came to Qianhua to avoid your parents?"
Ye Qing's first question mentioned Ai Liang's parents without hesitation.
Four years ago, Ye Qing, who had been complaining, complaining, and talking about daily life to Ai Liang, suddenly became curious one day and asked about Ai Liang's life.
At that time, Ai Liang had just ended his life as a hermit. He had not chatted with normal people for five years, so he took the opportunity to talk about his family situation.
Anyway, no one knows your true face through the network cable.
In the past five years, the two of them have often discussed the matter of Ai Liang's parents. A long time ago, Ye Qing even joked about letting him come out and hang out with her.
Of course this was just a joke, she herself was living in an orphanage three years ago.
"I'll break up with them completely this time. If nothing else happens, I won't have any contact with them in the future."
Ai Liang calmly gnawed on the chicken wings. Anyway, he would leave those two people sooner or later. It is strange that he has been delayed until now.
If he hadn't met Yue Qihua and others at school, Ai Liang would have left Neihua as early as two years ago.
"What are you going to do about living expenses? Do you want to work part-time in our supermarket? I can talk to Lan...the supermarket owner."
Ye Qing didn't say any comforting nonsense. She knew very well that Ai Liang didn't want or need to hear this.
The content she cares about directly points to the essential life issues.
While making suggestions, Ye Qing picked up half a chicken wing and put it in her mouth.
She rolled her tongue lightly, sucked her cherry mouth, and with a slurp, all the tender meat on the chicken wings was scraped off, leaving only a piece of chicken bone, which she threw into the trash can.
Although he ate quickly, he was not vulgar, his movements were quick and elegant, and the chicken wings in the lunch box were decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"I have already taken care of my living expenses. I made a lot of money from stock trading in the first month of the summer vacation, which is enough to live on."
Ye Qing didn't say much. After all, with Ai Liang's level of genius, it was impossible for him to starve to death.
She looked at the empty lunch box and stuck out her tongue to lick her lips as if after an afterthought: "You often say that your craftsmanship is average, but how can this be average? It's obviously more delicious than the honey chicken wings in the restaurant!"
"As long as it suits your taste, but didn't you say you had dinner?"
Ai Liang put down the small bowl in his hand, and the containers of chicken wings on both sides formed a sharp contrast.
Ye Qing put down her chopsticks and said, "Just because you've eaten doesn't mean you're full. The pot is only so big, and one pot of fried rice will only make you less than 70% full."
"But that's not the point. Why are you not surprised at all that I am the Summer Solstice!"
Ye Qing pouted dissatisfiedly: "We have known each other for five years after all, and you act like you don't care at all."
"Is this surprising?"
Ai Liang picked up half a chicken wing and put it in his mouth. While eating, he said, "I recognized it in the morning."
"Huh?" The chopsticks in Ye Qing's hand fell directly to the table: "What did you say?"
"I said, I recognized you as Xia Zhi this morning."
Ai Liang repeated the words again.
"I probably never told you which supermarket I work in. Besides, I didn't even tell you how old I am. How did you recognize me?"
Ye Qing's pretty face was full of question marks: "Generally speaking, supermarkets don't accept part-time jobs from minors."
Ye Qing's doubts were different from before, this time it was not vigilance.
Just out of pure curiosity, how did Ai Liang figure out that she was Xia Zhi.
You must know that in real life, Ye Qing pays great attention to her words and deeds and will never disclose personal information to strangers, let alone the online world through her mobile phone.