"Aren't you disgusted by seeing that thirty-year-old man every day?" Ximen Longting disdainfully slandered his love rival.
Jing Jiaren raised her eyebrows: "Wait a minute, aren't you thirty years old too?"
Why do you call someone an old man?
Ximen Longting paused his hand and cut the cucumber slices with one stroke, causing all the cucumber slices to fly out.
"No matter how old I am, I am still young!"
Double standards. Shameless!
Ximen Longting prepared all the ingredients, prepared to put it in the pot, and turned on the side-suction range hood: "Jing Jiaren, how do you use it?"
Jing Jiaren said disdainfully: "Aren't you very powerful? You can do everything he can do."
"I don't know how to use such a cheap thing, come here and teach me."
"..."
"Come here," Ximen Longting stared at her sideways, "or do you want me to carry you over?"
Jing Jiaren took a deep breath. She always had nothing to do with Ximen Longting. No matter how much she tried to push him away, as long as he stayed close to her and wouldn't let her go, she would have no choice but to be compromised by him.
After turning on the range hood and the fire, Ximen Longting picked up the washed pot and put it on: "Where is the oil?"
"How do I know? I'll find it myself!"
"There."
"Now that you know it, why do you still ask me?"
"I like to see you working hard for me...bring me the oil."
Jing Jiaren was too lazy to pay attention to him, but she hugged him and kissed her ear.
"Okay, I'll get the oil!" Jing Jiaren said with reluctance.
When Ximen Longting let her go, he kissed her on the forehead: "Good girl."
Together with Ximen Longting, he completed this breakfast, braised pork pasta, tomatoes, cucumbers, potatoes and other ingredients. He cooked them all separately, and finally put them on a long plate, topped with a special
of spicy oil.
This is definitely the first time I have seen this combination of Chinese and Western styles.
Jing Jiaren looked very appetizing, and her stomach growled unsatisfactorily...
"Don't move, I'll serve it." Ximen Longting held a plate in one hand, "If you really want to do something for me, go get two pairs of chopsticks."
Jing Jiaren picked up the chopsticks and sat down. Ximen Longting opened the lid again and poured the boiled milk into it.
"Jing Jiaren, wait for me to eat together!"
Jing Jia was too lazy to pay attention to him. She picked up a piece of noodles with her chopsticks, put it into her mouth tentatively and took a bite.
"How does it taste?"
"Just so so." She said against her will, but put the whole noodle into her mouth.
Ximen Longting came over with two glasses of milk: "I added hangover soup in here, did you eat it?"
"..."
"Honey is added to the milk." Ximen Longting put down a large glass, "Honey can also sober up alcohol. Milk can protect your gastric mucosa to a certain extent. Don't drink such strong wine next time?!" What should I do if my stomach is burned out?
!
[Honey contains a type of fructose that is not found in most fruits, which can promote the decomposition and absorption of alcohol. 】
Jing Jiaren's heart tightened, and his words warmed her whole body like milk, making her feel warm and comfortable.
Ximen Longting's gentleness mixed with domineering made her especially happy.
Jing Jiaren ate it with spicy sauce. The sweet and sour sauce was particularly suitable for her appetite.
Ximen Longting did not eat, but leaned on the chair and stared at her closely.
Jing Jiaren was stared at unnaturally: "Are you going to eat or not? If not, go back!"
"You haven't said it's delicious yet."
"..."
"Will I do it for you every day from now on?"
“Eating it once in a while is very refreshing, but if you eat it every day, you’ll get tired of it.”