Uh...what a strange smell, cousin, are you cooking something?" Wu Yazhen's voice came from outside the yard.
Guan Lang walked out and saw her covering her nose lightly, frowning, and flipping over the pots and bowls on the table filled with dark brown Chinese medicine juice like a curious baby.
"I have nothing to do today. I am studying and learning how to cook Chinese medicine." Guan Lang smiled. "You go in and wash your hands first. Dinner will be served soon."
On weekdays, Wu Yazhen has her lunch in the school cafeteria, which is convenient for herself and does not cause him any more trouble.
But maybe it was too long since I had tasted his cooking skills. When I heard that he wanted to cook, I didn't make too much excuses and ran back from school.
Although he spent the whole morning indulging in "refining medicine", through proper self-time management, Guan Lang still accurately grasped the time when the meals were ready.
Guan Lang came out with the casserole, white mist steaming out, exuding an alluring aroma.
The smell of seafood and the sweetness of porridge permeated the whole room, and the somewhat cold air suddenly became alive.
This is a feeling that is difficult to describe in words. The human body's desire for food swells in the body like an explosion.
Wu Yazhen, who had wiped the table, looked over without blinking.
The indifferent expression was broken by the uncontrollable rolling in his throat as he swallowed.
"Today I cooked fish fillet porridge. When I went to the market, I bought a very beautiful catfish."
Guan Lang placed the casserole with seafood porridge and a stack of thin fish fillets marinated with special seasonings on the table.
Considering that she had classes in the afternoon, Guan Lang did not waste time.
Use chopsticks to stick pieces of fish raw into another pot, and then slowly pour the seafood porridge in the casserole into the fish raw pot.
The heat mixed with the aroma came out.
The thin slices of fish at the bottom of the pot are instantly cooked by the boiling porridge water. The rice milk in the porridge water wraps the fish fillets the moment it touches the fish meat. It also locks in moisture while it is cooked, ensuring that the meat will not be too old.
Then with the addition of lettuce leaves, radish cherry, crab mushrooms and other vegetables, the sweetness of the porridge becomes even more intense.
Not to mention the salivating Wu Yazhen, even Qianqiu under the table was restless and kept scratching his two trouser legs.
Two?
Guan Lang lowered his head and saw that his little friend was visiting again.
"Let's eat."
Guan Lang picked up the spoon and poured a bowl for Wu Yazhen first, followed by himself.
Finally, after thinking about it, I picked up a small plate and put some for Qianqiu.
As for Qianqiu’s cat friends, they don’t have any share, and they only use Qianqiu’s cat food as treats.
Qianqiu's intestines and stomach are good, so he will be fine if he eats it, but for other people's cats, it is better to be cautious.
Don't do bad things with good intentions, only to be blamed by others.
Sitting at the dining table, Guan Lang also began to enjoy the food.
It was the time of heavy snowfall, and although there was no snow falling in Tiannan, the temperature had dropped.
"Huhu..."
The cold air and the hot fresh porridge are the best combination. The bowl of noodles is gently blown, and the water vapor melts gently on the cheeks. Even the waiting process of blowing the porridge with air is particularly pleasant.
"Hot... hoo... hot... hot..." Wu Yazhen on the other side of the table was not so poetic. Perhaps she was too eager to swallow and didn't have time to cool herself down completely. She was opening her mouth with laughter.
Mouth.
Guan Lang smiled, opened a bottle of milk and handed it over.
Burning your tongue when you see someone eating porridge is one of the joys of eating.
It's like getting juices splashed all over you when eating soup dumplings, it's a harmless joke.
"Gugu...ha...delicious." After taking a big sip, she was relieved from the burning sensation just now, and her face became slightly flushed.
I don't know if it's because of the heat or because of the movement just now.
"Eat slowly... You should still have time. I will drive you to school later. You won't eat." Guan Lang pursed his lips and smiled.
When the diners enjoy their meal, it is better than countless verbal compliments for the chef, and it is also the best compliment.
When the meal was getting hot, there was a sudden movement at the door.
Wu Yazhen got up and prepared to go out and take a look.
"No, just ask Qianqiu to go out and open the door."
After saying that, Guan Langzhuo picked up the cotton shoes at his feet and lightly kicked Qianqiu lying aside.
"Nunu, go out and take a look."
After receiving the order, Qianqiu yawned, reluctantly climbed up from the warm floor, and walked slowly out of the yard on cat steps.
If he is an acquaintance, Qianqiu will step on the wall and take a look before opening the door.
Not long after, lazy Qianqiu led people in.
"We are having lunch... Hey, Yazhen is here too?" The person coming was Yan Xiaoqing, the company's business manager. She was wearing a light gray suit and had obviously just gotten off work.
"Hello Aunt Qing." Wu Yazhen finished licking the porridge grains around her mouth and nodded in greeting.
"Aunt Qing, let's sit down and eat together, please bring more bowls and chopsticks." Guan Lang pulled out his chair and greeted her warmly.
"No... no, I'm just passing by nearby and wanted to check if you... have a good rest. I've already had lunch."
Yan Xiaoqing sternly refused, but her burning eyes and subtle movements of licking the corners of her lips exposed her true thoughts.
"You're welcome, let's eat together." Guan Lang didn't believe that anyone could resist the temptation of his craftsmanship during the meal.
"Qianqiu, close the door." He directly shouted to Qianqiu to block the escape route, which was also a step down for Manager Yan who had different opinions.
Qianqiu turned her head and glanced at him angrily, probably complaining that he had so many things to do, but she still walked over obediently, slapped the cat's paw on the door, and slammed the door shut.
"Then...Gulu...I'll just eat some here." Yan Xiaoqing swallowed without feeling too coy.
She was indeed not lying, and because she was out on business today, she was even a little starved. But for some reason, as soon as she entered the house and smelled the aroma, she couldn't help but feel a greedy desire to eat in her lower abdomen.
It's really confusing.
Guan Lang and Yan Xiaoqing mostly come into contact through work, and they don't have much contact on weekdays.
At this time, he was at his home, and Wu Yazhen was present, so she seemed a little lively.
He helped fill a bowl of porridge and put it in front of her: "Today we are in contact with Kaisheng Online Games, right? Thank you for your hard work..."
"It's nothing, it's just my job... huh?" Yan Xiaoqing, who was chatting about work, suddenly lit up when the spoon was put into his mouth.
The sweetness of the fish and the softness of the vegetables melt in the mouth, turning into countless blooming scent molecules on the tip of the tongue. The soup and melted meat fibers flow smoothly down the throat, warming the chest and spleen and stomach.
"Delicious!"
Most people who are trying his dishes for the first time will show such exaggerated expressions. Wu Yazhen and Guan Lang are both used to it. Even Wu Yazhen is occasionally surprised by the dishes.
Yan Xiaoqing swallowed it whole and couldn't think of talking.
After finishing a bowl, he slowly put down his bowl and chopsticks and gently licked the porridge liquid from his lips, as if he was savoring the aftertaste of just now.
After a long time, I woke up from the aftertaste.
She turned her head and looked around, then asked hesitantly.
"...Mr. Guan, can I take the liberty to ask? Where did you hire your nanny?"