Shen Zixiao was overjoyed, "What a good day today! Can I order?"
Although Jian Ran is a rich second-generation, her cooking skills are the best among the three in their dormitory. There is an electric stew pot in the bedroom. In the past, when Jian Ran was in a good mood, she made soup for them to drink, only three times a year, and each time the three of them were like Chinese New Year. Ji Yuanxi also posted a post on the school forum for this matter, which made Jian Ran gain a large number of female fans.
Jian Ran: "Yes."
Shen Zixiao said: "In such a cold day, you should drink chicken soup! The pheasant is stewed for five or six hours, and then put some mushrooms..."
"It became a famous dish, pheasant stewed with mushrooms."
Shen Zixiao didn't hear the irony in Jian Ran's tone, "Yes, it's nice to have some wine with you."
There is a vegetable market near the school. At this time, most of the people who come to buy vegetables are aunts, and two young boys are particularly conspicuous in it. Especially Jian Ran, who looks like a little star on TV. The aunt who sells vegetables thinks which variety show is filming when she sees him.
Jian Ran didn't even give the chicken stall a straight face, she went directly to the pork stall, asked for two spare ribs, and asked the enthusiastic stall owner to chop it into small pieces for him.
The stall owner: "You only need two, are they enough?"
Jian Ran said casually, "No way, it's too expensive to buy."
The stall owner joked with him: "I want you to chop it for you."
Jian Ran smiled and said, "Don't tell me, at my house, the owner of the pork stall can cut it into thin slices for ten yuan."
The stall owner laughed: "The young man looks like a southerner."
Shen Zixiao couldn't help rolling his eyes, and whispered, "Didn't you mean making chicken soup? Why did you buy spare ribs, or do you mean you have two copies today?"
Jian Ran raised her eyebrows, "Who said that?"
Shen Zixiao scratched his head, "What did I say?"
"Yes," Jian Ran said ruthlessly, "that's none of my business."
Shen Zixiao was speechless. "Those two spare ribs are not enough for four people."
Jian Ran fluttered and said, "Did I say it's for you?"
Shen Zixiao said angrily, "Jian Ran, you actually want to eat alone!"
"Not for myself."
Shen Zixiao was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud: "You seem to be working very hard in order to tease me. It's not for us, it's not for yourself, then who can you give it to? Are your parents far away in Guangzhou?"
Jian Ran ignored him and said silently in her heart: For my husband who has a cold.
The two came to the vegetable stall, and Jian Ran bought one white radish, two handfuls of green onions, and two pieces of ginger. The stall owner's expression was quite complicated. When Jane asked her to help, Shen Zixiao was afraid that the stall owner would pick up the radish and go to the vegetable stall. Hit him in the face.
Jane went to the grocery store to buy an insulated lunch box. After shopping, the two of them ate casually at the school gate.
Back in the dormitory, Jian Ran found the electric stew pot that had been dusty for a long time, operated it like a tiger, and finally pressed the button to cook the soup and waited for an hour.
Shen Zixiao watched from the side, and did not forget to add a narration to him: "High-end ingredients often only require the most simple cooking methods. After two hours of work, Master Jian started..."
Jian Ran washed her hands, picked up her mobile phone, and found that Ren Qinglin had sent him a WeChat message ten minutes ago.
.R: Senior, do you have a good grade
Jian Ranran: you hit first, I'll be later.
.R: OK.
Jian Ran typed "is your cold better?", thought about it, and then deleted it. Anyway, he'll be able to meet people later, so it's better to ask in person.
When he wasn't there, Ren Qinglin and Shen Zixiao lined up. Jian Ran could occasionally hear Ren Qinglin's voice, which was a little more hoarse than usual.
While waiting, Shen Zixiao and Ren Qinglin chatted, "Qinglin, what's wrong with your voice?"
Ren Qinglin: "A little cold."
Shen Zixiao: "Jian Ran's cold just happened, you are here again, are you infected by him?"
Ren Qinglin smiled lightly, "Maybe."
"It's easy to catch a cold in this weather, you have to pay attention..." Shen Zixiao was halfway through speaking, smelling a scent, a thought popped into his heart.
Jian Ran's soup, shouldn't it be for...
Shen Zixiao glanced at the handsome guy who was throwing chopped green onion into the soup.
It's impossible to ask directly, he doesn't want to die, and if he asks Jian Ran, he won't necessarily answer.
Shen Zixiao said to Mai, "Qinglin, do you like chopped green onion?"
Jane pricked up her ears.
Ren Qinglin: "Huh?"
Shen Zixiao: "I'm doing a survey on the differences in tastes between the north and the south."
Ren Qinglin: "I don't like it very much."
Shen Zixiao deliberately repeated loudly, "Oh, so you don't like chopped green onion."
Jian Ran gave a "tsk", picked up the chopped green onion that had just been put down with a leaking broom, and finally sprinkled a little salt and put it on a plate!
Shen Zixiao: …
Damn, when he caught a cold last year, Jane didn't say anything but "drink more hot water".
Jian Ran turned her head and met Shen Zixiao's intriguing eyes, "Are you sick?"
Shen Zixiao complained: "Jian Ran, Brother Jian, Ran Ran, can I still be your best friend?"
"No, go away."
"If Ren Qinglin and I fell into the river at the same time, which one would you save first?"
Jian Ran: ? ?
Shen Zixiao sang to himself: "Am I the person you love the most, why don't you speak—"
"… There are cat cakes."
Jian Ran put on radish and pork ribs soup and went to Ren Qinglin's dormitory, knocking on the door for a while before it opened.
Ji Yuanxi once said when Jian Ran was ill, even if some people are sick, they are more handsome than you when you dress up for an hour.
At this moment, Jian Ran deeply understood this sentence.
Ren Qinglin was wearing a hooded sweater and a thick black coat. His face was pale, and his eyes were dull.
But still terribly good looking.
Seeing Jian Ran, while he was a little surprised, his eyes lit up, "Senior."
Jian Ran looked behind him, "You are the only one in your bedroom?"
"Well, there is a class meeting tonight."
Jian Ran breathed a sigh of relief. It's not that he thinks it's shameful for boys to cook soup, but to let the juniors know that he specially cooks soup for Ren Qinglin, then where does his authority as a senior go.
Ren Qinglin looked down at the thermal bag in his arms, "What is this?"
Jian Ran walked into the bedroom, "rib soup."
Ren Qinglin's eyes widened suddenly, "Well... it's for me?"
My younger brother usually has a very good brain, why is he so dull at this time.
It wasn't for him, could it be for Huang Feihong
Under Ren Qinglin's shocked eyes, Jian Ran's cheeks became hot, "Shen Zixiao suddenly wanted to drink soup, so he boiled some soup. As a result, he boiled a little too much, and he couldn't finish it."
Jian Ran took out her best friend as a shield, but Shen Zixiao told Ren Qinglin in the game voice that he was a little hungry and was going to order a takeaway.
Ren Qinglin was silent for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth curled up bit by bit, "Then senior thank him for me."
"Thank him for what?"
"Thank him for not finishing drinking, and leave some for me."
Jian Ran choked up and said angrily, "Then you should thank me even more. It's the ingredients I bought and the soup I made!"
Ren Qinglin's smiling eyes were particularly charming, "Well, thank you, senior."
Jian Ran opened the lunch box, and the aroma of the soup rushed towards her face, "Is there a bowl?"
"Yes, it's on the closet."
Jian Ran picked up the bowl and helped him to serve the soup naturally; Ren Qinglin sat next to him and waited, looking at his profile, he couldn't help thinking of the old time when the family had breakfast at home, and my mother served my father with porridge. screen.
Jian Ran always said that their marriage was different from that of their parents, but at some point, there were some similarities.
"It's suitable to eat radishes in winter," Jian Ran said. "It's still a little hot, so be careful."
Ren Qinglin took a sip and asked simply, "How is it?"
Ren Qinglin smiled and said, "It's delicious."
Jian Ran: "it's just two words to evaluate, it's not sincere."
Ren Qinglin took another sip slowly, and then showed a surprised expression, "The soup is delicious and sweet, salty and mild, and it melts in your mouth..."
Knowing that Ren Qinglin was talking nonsense, Jian Ran still couldn't help laughing, "You can pull it, what kind of soup do you want."
"Do you want to drink together, senior?"
"No, it's easy to run to the toilet at night if you drink too much."
Ren Qinglin paused, "Then should I drink less too?"
"No," Jian Ran said forcefully, "you have to finish it."
Ren Qinglin held back his smile, "Okay."
At this time, a voice came from the game book: "I'm back, keep going!"
Shen Zixiao's voice made Jian Ran stunned, and he asked anxiously, "Tell me, you didn't drive free mic."
"No, it's the key to speak."
Phew, saved.
"Senior, give me a few shots," Ren Qinglin said, "I'll finish the soup first."
"Okay." Jian Ran and Ren Qinglin changed positions, moved their necks, and clicked to enter the ladder match.
When choosing a position, Jian Ran hesitated for a while, and chose the output position according to Ren Qinglin's usual habit. Although his marksmanship is not much better than Shen Zixiao's, it is still possible to use a melee hero with no brain and face to deal with.
After the game started, the tits on the opposite side became cute on the public screen.
[Competition] Little Moxian: It was my brother who played with me in the fourth row last time! >.
[Competition]Professional Accompanying Play:
Shen Zixiao said in the team's voice: "Oh, I remember her, she specializes in playing milk, and she wants to add you as a friend."
Being reminded like this, Jian Ran also remembered it. This girl's voice is very nice, and she also said that she wants to be Ren Qinglin's bound milk.
Jian Ran glanced at Ren Qinglin, saw that the other party was drinking soup with his head down, and quietly opened his friend list. He was surprised to find that there were only two people in it, he and Shen Zixiao, there were no little devils or big devils.
Therefore, the name "Professional Accompanying Play" is not fun. Ren Qinglin really only plays this game to accompany others.
The person he wants to accompany is one of "When will Iron Fist be deleted" and "Shen Siye".
That should be the Fourth Master Shen.
- Do you think I would think so! I'm not an idiot!
Jane leaned back on the chair, licked her lips, and wanted to laugh a little.
In the lower left corner of the screen, Xiao Moxian is still close to the thigh sleeve in his eyes.
[Competition] Little Moxian: Brother, be merciful, don't kill me QAQ
[Competition]Little Moxian: I have lost 100% today, can I get into my brother's car later
[Competition] Fourth Master Shen: Okay.
[Competition] Little Moxian: Thank you, brothers! QWQ
This Xiaogou really will die if he doesn't flirt with his sister.
The chat channel of our team also became lively.
[Team] Resurrect Wu Maoxian once: The two C-positions will not really release water. I reported it.
[Team] Haven't you eaten at the C position opposite? Use a little force: Your sister doesn't get points, so happy.
[Team] Fourth Master Shen: No, I am an honest person.
Jane didn't switch the channel back to the team.
[Competition]Professional accompaniment: No, legal objects are not allowed.