Under Xing Fu's guidance, I walked to the kitchen. In fact, I am not picky about food. As long as it tastes better, I will be satisfied. Unlike Yan Xitong, who is a **** who has all the colors, flavors and tastes, and nothing less is enough.
There seemed to be people in the kitchen who were still awake, probably preparing tomorrow's breakfast. I opened the door carefully and said, "Excuse me, is there anything else to eat?"
As soon as he put his head in, he saw a tall figure standing beside the stove, with the blazing fire illuminating an evil and handsome face, making that face look very unreal.
I saw him skillfully stirring the food in the pot with his hands and feet. His posture, movements, and eyes were simply amazing. The whole kitchen was filled with an alluring aroma.
I went in uncontrollably and stood not far from him, looking at the contents of the pot.
From stir-frying to plating, there is no unnecessary or cumbersome action.
He cooked another sturgeon. After finishing the two dishes, Yan Xitong wiped his hands and arrogantly took out a jar of wine from under the stove. When he poured it out, the wine was actually smoking, and then he cut it again.
Throw some shredded ginger into the bowl.
The best daughter's red paired with shredded ginger... In such a cold winter, it is simply a luxurious enjoyment!
I have to say, this bitch is really good at eating.
Yan Xitong moved a stool and sat next to the stove, took out two silver chopsticks from his sleeves, poured and drank the side dishes he cooked, completely treating me like air.
Let me first explain that I am a dignified person and have always adhered to the concept of making enough food and clothing by myself.
Cutting tomatoes and mixing eggs, I stared at the smoking pot, imagining that I was the royal chef now, and what I was doing was not fried tomatoes with eggs, but Buddha jumping over the wall.
After half a day of incense, my results were revealed.
I wanted to take it home to eat, but the weather was so cold that it had already become cold by the time I got back, so I moved a bench and sat across from Yan Xitong, casually grabbing a pair of chopsticks on the stove.
, happily enjoying the fruits of my labor.
Yan Xitong held the wine and kept staring at me, as if he was looking at a monster.
After a long while, he said: "What did you do?"
"Fried eggs with tomatoes!" I replied graciously.
"Haha, those who didn't know thought you fried a plate of offal!" Yan Xitong glanced at my plate and Shi Shiran mocked.
I immediately put down my chopsticks: "Can you speak human language? Which eye looks like a bastard?"
Yan Xitong didn't bother to argue with me. He gracefully picked up a piece of fish with his silver chopsticks and put it into his mouth. He chewed it slowly, taking a mouthful of meat and a mouthful of wine.
I ran to the rice pot next to me and filled a bowl of rice. I poured the tomato soup into the rice and mixed it evenly with chopsticks. One mouthful of tomatoes and one mouthful of rice.
Maybe my food was too delicious. Yan Xitong looked at me frequently. The more he looked at me, the more excited I became, until he couldn't help but put his chopsticks on my plate. I pressed his hand and said, "You
What to do?"
"I will try your craftsmanship!"
"Didn't you say it looks like offal?"
Yan Xitong pushed my hand away and extended his magic hand to my plate again: "It's just a compliment to say you're like offal!"
"..."
"Bah..." Yan Xitong spit it out as soon as he took a bite, and then stared at me: "You also eat this kind of food so delicious?"
I couldn't help but question: "Is it really that unpalatable?"
Yan Xitong arrogantly tapped his plate with chopsticks: "Try and see what is human food!"
I subconsciously stretched out my chopsticks to pick up a piece of fish and put it into my mouth. After eating it, I suddenly felt that the cook's death was not unfair at all!
