"Apply hot water to your face. If you continue like this, your family will think that I have bullied you, and my image will be ruined by you."
"What image do you have? Gao Daquan?" Yu Nian'en said bitterly. He took the hot towel he had made and put it on his face. He took a deep breath and said, "It's so hot!"
"If you don't burn it, your eyes will become swollen and look even uglier!"
"You are ugly, you have a poisonous mouth, you are cruel, you are annoying, you are arrogant..."
"Nothing good?" He pulled off the towel from her face, soaked it with hot water, then wrung it out and put it on her face.
"No..." she whispered under the towel.
He put his arms around her waist: "No! There was nothing good...at night?"
"What night?" She took off the towel, revealing her bloodshot eyes, and asked in confusion. The next second she understood what he meant from his evil smile, so she pinched his arm hard, "
Rong Beiming, I know you’re not good at all, will you die if you don’t tell me that?”
He wasn't angry either. He hugged her and asked, "Nian En, do you want me to die? When you hated me, did you ever think about letting me die?"
"Who is discussing this with you?" She pushed him away hard, "I don't like death or living. I have never hated anyone to the point of death."
Rong Beiming smiled and pinched her cheek: "I saw a halo above your head. It was so bright that it dazzled me."
"Fuck you, you're just talking nonsense." Yu Nianen lowered his head and smiled. This man had the ability to make her laugh. When she was unhappy, looking at him actually made her feel more at ease.
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On the kitchen counter, Yu Nianen found that the shrimps had been deveined, pulled off the threads, and cooked clean. They also added cooking wine, soy sauce, pepper, garlic powder, onion, ginger, and salt to marinate on the plate.
"You've done it, what else should I do?" She picked up the plate and smelled it. The fishy smell was gone and it was very fragrant. "You did a good job!"
"You do the rest!" Rong Beiming took out the bamboo sticks and tin foil from his pocket.
"You've almost done it. Keep up the good work. I don't want to do it anymore. Ming, I'll watch you do it, okay?" She was crying so hard that she still had the time to cook.
Seeing her lazily swollen eyes and coquettish words in a low voice, Rong Beiming felt soft in her heart, like the wind gently blowing across the lake, rippling in circles.
He didn't speak, he just smiled and threaded the pickled shrimps with a bamboo skewer, and then wrapped them one by one in tin foil.
"Fire up the fire and I'll fry the sea salt." He touched Yu Nian'en with his elbow.
Yu Nianen turned on the fire, and Rong Beiming set up the pan, heated it up, put in coarse sea salt and stir-fried.
He kept shaking the pot, added a little more pepper, and continued shaking to mix it evenly.
Looking at his focused expression, Yu Nianen's heart trembled slightly. He could always bring her different feelings and experiences, which made her unable to stop and made her want to sink involuntarily.
Gradually, the salt grains began to turn a light yellowish brown, and the peppercorns began to smell fragrant. Rong Beiming put the shrimps in the salt and baked them.
A few minutes later, the tender and delicious salt-baked shrimp came out of the oven.
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"Did my sister make this?" Yu Xin'ai sat at the dining table and asked in surprise. Because these shrimps are wrapped in tinfoil one by one, which is very delicate. But my sister usually uses a whole piece of tinfoil.
The paper wraps all the shrimps together, and there is absolutely no such delicacy.