Yuan Shuiqing, dressed in a white sportswear and sneakers, appeared in front of Sun Quan's shop on her black road bicycle.
Squeezing the brakes and putting her feet on the ground, she turned around and frowned at the sign above the store - Tang Tang Pickled Fish.
Seeing that the store door was open, she looked away, locked her bicycle on the side of the road, and walked into the store.
When she entered, she saw a wooden sign "Closed Today" hanging on the glass door.
The front hall of the small store is not large and is clearly visible at a glance. Apart from a cashier counter in the corner and a beverage display cabinet next to the cashier counter, there are five rectangular dining tables.
Seeing no one in the front hall, she suddenly sniffed her nose gently and smelled a faint fragrance wafting from the kitchen. So, with a slight hesitation, she walked into the kitchen.
As soon as she walked into the kitchen, she saw Sun Quan busy doing something in front of the stove.
The corners of her mouth raised slightly, and she walked over quietly.
He saw Sun Quan turn off the burner of a liquefied gas stove, then use a rag to pad it with both hands, and bring down a large pressure cooker from the burner. Sun Quan was holding the pressure cooker with both hands, and turned around to see Yuan Shuiqing.
He was startled for a moment, then smiled.
"Coming? Wait a moment!"
As he spoke, he placed the pressure cooker on the chopping board in front of him.
"What are you stewing?"
Yuan Shuiqing was a little curious.
Sun Quan casually picked up the kitchen knife on the chopping board and gently touched the small cap on the lid of the pressure cooker, causing the high-temperature gas in the pot to be released faster.
While he was breathing heavily, he smiled and answered her, "You'll find out later! Don't be in a hurry!"
Yuan Shuiqing smiled slightly and changed the subject, "Have you rented this store? Are you no longer writing novels? Are you planning to open a restaurant?"
Sun Quan: "Yes, it's rented! I will continue to write the novel, and I may not need to take care of it myself when opening a restaurant. Celebrities also open restaurants! Has it affected their main business? Hehe, right?"
Yuan Shuiqing nodded slightly, "Then what do you mainly plan to sell? You asked me to come over and help you taste it on the phone...is it what's in this pressure cooker?"
Sun Quan smiled and nodded, "Yes! Does it smell good?"
Yuan Shuiqing also smiled and nodded.
This is a fact!
As the gas in the pressure cooker spurts out more, the aroma in the kitchen becomes stronger and stronger.
There seems to be the aroma of chicken... and the aroma of mushrooms...
"But, actually, you made the wrong person when you asked me to help with the taste test, really."
Yuan Shuiqing's words made Sun Quan a little puzzled, "How to say? Because you are not a professional chef? Oh, it doesn't matter! I don't need you to be so professional, just give me some advice as an ordinary customer!"
"
Yuan Shuiqing shook his head slightly, "No! I have something wrong with my stomach and my taste buds. Actually... I'm a bit anorexic, so if you asked me to help you with the taste test, you really hired the wrong person."
Sun Quan: "..."
Sun Quan was a little stunned as he looked at Yuan Shuiqing with a calm expression in astonishment.
His brows also wrinkled slightly.
She has stomach and taste bud problems? Is she a bit anorexic?
He suddenly remembered the last time he had hot pot with her at Shigang Food City. She put every ingredient she wanted to eat into the hot pot, but every time she was about to eat it, she frowned.
They were all so wrinkled that they didn't seem to want to eat them at all. After I took them into my mouth, I didn't feel spicy at all.
At that time, he felt very strange, and he also wondered if she usually ate too well, so that it was difficult for her to swallow that level of hot pot?
"Really? But...looking at your figure, you don't look like an anorexic?"
Sun Quan looked at her figure up and down. She was still so tall and not fat, but she was definitely not a skinny figure. Her body curves could be said to be very beautiful.
Anyway, no matter how Sun Quan looked at her, she didn't look like an anorexic.
Yuan Shuiqing raised her hand to straighten the hair around her ears and smiled lightly: "Yes! On the surface, no one has noticed that I have mild anorexia yet, because although I don't want to eat every day, when it's time to eat
, I force myself to eat a little bit, so it’s not surprising that you can’t tell, but I basically can’t tell what the food tastes like, it’s true.”
Sun Quan: "..."
After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked: "Then I invited you today, why didn't you refuse?"
Yuan Shuiqing smiled lightly again, "You asked me last time if we were friends? I said yes. So, you are my only friend now. As a friend, if you want to open a store, I think I should come over to congratulate you.
I wish you fortune!"
Am I her only friend?
What did I do to become her only friend?
It's so easy to make friends with her? Then why didn't she have any friends before?
A series of questions flashed through Sun Quan's mind. Although he was a little puzzled, he felt a little happy after hearing what she said.
At the same time, his impression of Yuan Shuiqing also improved a lot.
By the way, when he had hot pot with her last time, seeing how hard she looked, his desire to pursue her really faded away a lot. Sun Quan didn't know what standards other people used when choosing a mate, but he was very
It is clear that he really does not want to find a woman who is picky about her diet.
——Because it’s too difficult to serve!
Before his rebirth, he had dealt with a girl who was not destined to be a princess, but was suffering from princess disease.
Dressing, eating, going out to play...
Wherever there is a need for consumption, the girl is very picky and looks like a spokesperson for petty bourgeoisie life. At first, Sun Quan could accept it. He felt that there was nothing wrong with a girl pursuing a more refined life, and it also showed that she had good taste.
But after a long time, he just wanted to say: I want to return it!
I really can't stand it!
Later, he felt that the term "princess disease" had misled many people. It was clearly a "disease", but the word "princess" was added to mislead people.
And some women who have this disease are quite proud and don't want treatment at all.
But now, after learning that the reason for Yuan Shuiqing's "picky eating" was anorexia, his resentment suddenly faded a lot.
"Thank you! But it doesn't matter! Even if you can't taste it, I hope it will be you as the first customer of my shop's main dish!"
Sun Quan's words were a bit flirty.
Yuan Shuiqing seemed to be aware of it. She glanced at him one more time with her clear eyes, but didn't say anything, just smiled.
While talking, all the gas in the pressure cooker has been released.
Sun Quan casually took off the small iron cap on the pot lid and skillfully opened the lid of the pressure cooker. Immediately, the aroma that was several times stronger wafted out.
Yuan Shuiqing subconsciously took half a step forward and looked into the pot.
Half a pot of yellow chicken accompanied by shiitake mushrooms, half submerged in the oily and light yellow soup, with some red dried chili segments embellished in it.