I thought she was cooking Chinese medicine, but when I walked in, I saw, oh, this guy was actually frying poached eggs.
To be honest, I thought I was hallucinating.
Since I came to Zhongzhou at the end of last year, I have never seen Lingxi cooking.
In Tieshan's words, Lingxi is the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady who descends from heaven to earth and never touches the spring water with her ten fingers.
I've always thought so too.
But now, looking at the dark poached eggs in the pot and smelling the burnt smell in the kitchen, I am completely confused.
"What are you looking at? I've never seen an omelette before." Lingxi held the spatula in one hand and the pot lid in front of him in the other, and said to me angrily: "Why are the poached eggs I fry different from yours?
Are the eggs broken?"
I swallowed. I really didn't dare to dampen Lingxi's interest in cooking, so I could only echo: "Yeah, he's a bad guy."
The corners of Lingxi's mouth raised, and his dimples appeared: "I'm just telling you, how could the color of this egg be so dark?"
"Well, I'll fry another one."
Lingxi poured the "black eggs" in the pot into the trash can and said enthusiastically: "Go, you go to the refrigerator and pick a good one for me."
"What about that, Master? How about I do it?" I asked cautiously, fearing that Lingxi would discover the root cause of her cooking failure from my words, and thus involve her anger on me.
"No, it's such a simple thing." Lingxi waved the spatula and said cutely: "Sit outside and I'll fry one for you."
"You really don't need me to come?" I said unwillingly.
"No, no, no, don't bother me." Lingxi said impatiently.
"Uh." I pretended to pick two "good eggs" from the refrigerator, put them on the kitchen table, and silently retreated to the kitchen door.
Satisfied, Lingxi started the fire and cracked the eggs, neatly and skillfully.
I covered my face with my hands, wanting to cry but without tears.
It doesn't matter if you don't put any oil. Where's the pot? Just wash it.
Are those lumpy, dark charcoal residues delicious?
But I didn't dare to say this, so I could only pretend that I didn't see anything and return to the living room.
Fifteen minutes later, Lingxi walked out with slightly red cheeks.
He was holding a plate in his hand, with two objects in it that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
The reason why it is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye is because I can no longer see any eggs at all.
To describe it accurately, it looks like two lumps of "black daddy".
It makes people feel numb and nauseated just looking at it.
"Come on, let's try the chef's cooking." Lingxi put the plate in front of me and said expectantly: "It's a bit dark, but it smells very fragrant, like barbecue."
I sat on the sofa feeling restless and uneasy.
"Eat, it's my first time to cook, and it's not pretty. Please be more considerate." Lingxi said a little shyly.
I numbly stretched out my right hand, took the chopsticks brought by Lingxi, picked up the black cake on it like a puppet and put it into my mouth.
"Click."
It's crispy and sounds beautiful.
"How's it going? Does it taste good?" Lingxi bent down and looked at me and said, "Give me some suggestions so I can improve next time."
I chewed, chewed the "delicious food" in my mouth very quickly, mixed it with saliva and swallowed it hard.
"No objection, Master, this is already perfect." I forced a smile, gave a thumbs up and said, "Next time, put less soy sauce, the color will look much better."
"Soy sauce? I didn't put it in." Lingxi blinked innocently and said, "This is the color."
"Oh, that's the problem with the eggs." I continued to "deceive": "It's delicious, no worse than what's made in restaurants outside."
"Really?" Lingxi was extremely happy, her eyes curled up like crescent moons and said, "Then you eat more, and I will fry two more for you tonight."
I twitched my mouth and took a breath of cold air.
I'm not sure I can hold on to the two black lumps in front of me, what the hell is this happening at night?
