Jiang Ting's cooking skills, if replaced by the same amount, are almost the same as Han Xiaomei's professional level as a criminal policeman - rich in theoretical knowledge and less practical opportunities; although there are bright spots, it is impossible to make a full-fledged Manchu and Han banquet on his own. .
Fortunately, Yan Yan's purpose was only to make Jiang stop add points to his parents' hearts, not to amaze the four with the superb skills of a five-star chef, so:
"Last night's beef stew with potatoes was good, let's cook it again, I'll let them send the snowflakes and beef for sashimi. The fried prawns are delicious, I called them to ask if they still have New Zealand deep-sea crayfish, and picked them up. The highest grade will give you two pounds. Ah, scrambled eggs with tomatoes! My dad and I both love to eat them! Let’s throw away that box of eggs at home, and I’ll ask someone to deliver eggs imported from Turkey to your door. You go to boil water and prepare to scald the tomatoes, hurry up! "
Jiang Ting: "..."
Half an hour later, the doorbell rang, and Yan Yan, like a soldier, heard the horn of the charge, jumped up and rushed to the door, going back and forth to move the box into the kitchen, which was full of all kinds of high-end ingredients.
Jiang Ting looked at the kitchen full of raw materials enough to supply the hotel, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't say a word.
Yan Yan once again proved with practical actions: anything that money can solve is not a problem, and any weakness or shortcoming in the practice process can be solved by throwing money at it.
"That's not right, Jiang Ting, didn't you tell me to soak the beef in water to remove the blood? I read the tutorial that it is best not to wash the beef, otherwise it will lose its flavor?"
Jiang Ting stir-fried prawns in his hands, without even lifting his head, he grabbed Yan Yan's mobile phone, flipped the "Charcoal Grilled Steak" page to the "Beef Stew" page in his newly downloaded cooking tutorial app, and then stuffed it back in. in his arms.
"Oh..." Yan Xun's eyes were filled with tears, and he continued to chop the onions with all his might.
Yan Yan boils water, washes vegetables, chops peppers, and picks shrimp lines, like a diligent bee buzzing and flapping its wings, flying to the pool for a while, and to the stove for a while. Yan's father and Yan's mother, who have never cooked in their lives, were looking at the kitchen door, and saw their son "daughter-in-law" walking around the pot intimately. Thousands.
"You put the pressure off the pressure cooker, and you will take a bowl of beef stew out of the pot later." Jiang Ting poured the sauce on the fried prawns for the last time, and instructed Yan Yan: "Put out the scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and cook the rice again. Come back in a few minutes and bring me a bottle of water, I'm thirsty."
Yan Yan's eyes almost fell on the pot of red and fragrant prawns. He took the dishes to the table outside three steps and turned around. When he came back, he brought a bottle of iced mineral water. Shiyan quickly grabbed his chin and fed it mouth to mouth.
"Well… "
Jiang Ting was caught off guard by the sneak attack, the spatula raised a big shrimp, drew a parabola in the air, and slammed it on Yan Yan. Detachment Yan, who was agile, was not frightened. He grabbed the shrimp on the spot and swallowed it, causing him to gasp for breath.
Jiang Ting hurriedly covered his mouth, his temples jumping: "...Is it delicious?!"
"Well, it's delicious." Yan Yan glanced out and whispered, "You're even better."
Jiang Ting: "..."
Yan Xun was triumphant in Jiang Ting's blank expression, he shoveled the fried prawns out of the pot with his own hands, and brought them out with a humming tune.
After a while, Yan Yan put the rice on the plate with his own hands, looked at the steaming table of dishes, and announced majesticly like the head of the family, "Let's start the meal!"
Yan's father and Yan's mother have raised this useless son for more than 30 years. Today, for the first time, I ate the food made by my son. Tears filled my heart: "It's delicious! It's delicious!" "Good craftsmanship!"
Father Yan looked at the piece of scrambled egg between the chopsticks, and couldn't help sighing: "Cui Cui - look at this color, this aroma, I have never seen such a good tomato scrambled egg in my life!"
Ms. Zeng Cuicui was overwhelmed with emotion, her heart was up and down, and she didn't even realize that her words were full of countless slots overflowing the screen.
Jiang Ting's eyebrows couldn't stop twitching, so he pretended to support his forehead and raised his hand to cover his face. Yan Yan glanced at him smugly, that means you see how much my parents like you, then got up and went to the wine cabinet to pick up a bottle of wine and poured it on his father himself.
"You will be an adult from now on," said Yan's father, who was moved, to the deputy detachment leader Yan. "You have to work hard and live a good life, understand?"
Yan Yan raised his glass and said solemnly, "Understood."
Mother Yan took Jiang Ting's hand: "The two of them live under the same roof, so they should get along well and don't quarrel and fight, understand?"
Jiang Ting thought to himself that I couldn't beat Yan Yan again. Besides, how could anyone beat the owner of the house for free, so he nodded and replied, "Understood."
I don't know if it was Jiang Ting's delusion, but he clearly saw Ms. Zeng Cuicui's eyes flickering with complex, gratifying and loving eyes, as if the mother leaning on the delivery bed was looking at her second child who had just survived.
"Come, come, drink and drink." Father Yan patted his son's shoulder, then stood up and poured half a glass of red wine on each of his wife and "daughter-in-law". !good!"
Everyone raised their glasses together. Jiang Ting just felt that something was wrong, and Yan Xun grabbed his hand and forcibly clinked the glasses. The dinner table was filled with a harmonious and intimate atmosphere.
Yan's father had been banned from drinking by his wife for a long time, and finally found a legitimate reason to have a "relative drink" with his son. The father and son blew two bottles of Maotai before they finished their meal. Yan Xun, a policeman who is bound by the five bans of the Ministry of Public Security, has not had a good drink for a long time, and his alcohol intake is far less than that of his father. After half a bottle, he immediately put his face on his face; Yan father, who was still unfinished, wanted to ask his daughter-in-law to blow it, but his wife was wearing high heels. With one kick, he woke up most of the time.
Yan Yan pushed his dad with both hands: "No, no, it's over fifty degrees. He's not healthy and can't drink. I'll come." He couldn't help but say he grabbed the bottle and drank it all.
"You can't drink anymore, it's true that if you have a father, you have a son!" Ms. Zeng Cuicui tugged at her husband's collar in disgust, patted the wine glass, and held Jiang Ting, who was trying to get up to clean up, and called Call the driver waiting downstairs to come up and clean up the mess. Yan's father also shouted that he wanted to have two more drinks with "Comrade Xiao Lu", but his wife dragged him to the door by his ear: "Talk about a fart, your son is drinking like this, do you want to put them both down? ?! Go home after eating!"
Jiang Ting immediately got up and put on his shoes, and said, "I'll send off my uncle and aunt."
Yan Yan sat paralyzed on the chair and took a big mouthful of cold tea, his face flushed and said, "I-I'm going too, I didn't-I didn't drink too much!"
Mother Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, she slapped her son with a slap, took Jiang Ting's hand and turned to go out, leaving the two father and son behind, supporting each other.
In this expensive and strictly managed community, there were no people on the road in the afternoon. The Yan family's car was parked outside the gate, and all the way, Yan Xun shouted from behind: "Hey-mom, what are you doing with him, you are pulling my dad! Hey, take my dad!" As he said that, he shoved the drunk dad into his mother's hands, grabbed Jiang Ting back, and forced the two brothers to hang their shoulders on their backs.
As soon as Mother Yan opened the car door, she couldn't help but poked her finger on her husband's red forehead, gritted her teeth and said, "Why did I marry a beast like you?!"
Father Yan held his wife's hand tightly with his tongue out, "Fuck, I'm happy today... You have been married to me for so many years..."
Mother Yan hurriedly broke free, and stabbed Yan Yan on the forehead with another finger: "How did I give birth to such a wicked obstacle as you?!"
"Let's go," Yan Yan leaned on the curb, with one hand in his trouser pocket and the other on Jiang Ting's shoulder, looking at his blue-veined mother indifferently: "Hurry home, on the way Don't delay, don't come to see me often, don't scold my dad when you get home, ah."
Mother Yan said angrily, "It's better to raise a pig than raising you! Xiao Lu, I've made you worry about it. I'll come and see you later. We'll chat more when we have nothing to do. Remember to come to our house to play in the future!"
Jiang Ting was afraid that Yan Yan would have more words to say, so he could only politely nod his head in agreement and send Yan's parents into the car. Watching the car start, suddenly the rear window was lowered again, revealing Mother Yan's hesitant face.
"Mom, what do you want to say?"
Mother Yan hesitated again and again, took out her mobile phone and quickly sent a text message, Yan Yan's phone rang.
"Remember to read my news later!" Yan mother urged earnestly, then turned to Jiang Ting: "Xiao Lu, thank you today! Next time, be sure to remember to see me and his dad!"
"..." Jiang Ting's eyelids jumped wildly again involuntarily, and just as he couldn't help reaffirming his solid friendship with Yan Yan, the car slammed away, leaving only a curl of smoke.
"What did Auntie send you?"
Yan Yan took out her mobile phone and turned it on, and the screen displayed the latest WeChat message from Zeng Cuicui, an old and beautiful:
[Live a good life, support and trust each other, two young people should pay attention to moderation! your mother. 】
"..." Jiang Ting suddenly became furious: "You didn't explain it to your parents at all, did you?!"
Yan Yan hurriedly covered his mouth: "Shh, shush, I'm dizzy, I drink too much..."
Yan Yan leaned on Jiang Ting drunkenly and walked back along the long tree-lined road in the community. He was like a human-shaped sandbag that smelled of alcohol, dragging his feet with every step he took, shamelessly putting most of his weight on Jiang Ting's shoulders, and muttering indistinctly, "I told you , our parents are mentally prepared to recognize you as their daughter-in-law. Don't you see how much they like you, it's all my idea to cook at home, so why don't you thank me quickly?"
Jiang Ting said coldly, "You brought them here on purpose from the very beginning?"
Yan Yan: "Oh, that's not really..."
"What nonsense are you talking about? Have we already made a private decision not to marry a feminist for life?"
Yan Xun was complacent, and just wanted to praise Haikou that He Zhi Feiqing would not marry, it was a fate for three lives, but when he saw Jiang Ting's face, he immediately hugged his head and groaned: "I drink too much and I have a headache, ah, I can't walk. now, help..."
Yan Yan graduated from the police academy and was assigned to the police station in his early years. He saw a lot of drunkards fighting and making troubles. He practiced superb acting skills, and the expression of pain on his face was so realistic that even the passing elementary school students turned their heads and shouted in milk. : "Mama! Look at that uncle with long legs, he is frowning, he is sick!"
Yes, this uncle with long legs is really sick in his brain - Jiang Ting grabbed Yan Yan's hand, strode calmly, and forcibly pulled him home before Yan Yingdi pushed the feigning illness to the peak of his acting skills.
The house has been cleaned up by the driver of the Yan family, and the windows are so clean that even the floor has been dragged over. Jiang Ting pushed Yan Yan, who was staggering, onto the sofa, closed the door with his backhand, and lowered his head to change his shoes.
However, just as he kicked his feet out of his flat shoes, he suddenly heard breathing sounds from behind him, followed by a fiery embrace, pulling him back and pressing him against the wall: "Jiang Ting..."
Jiang Ting's pace was unsteady, one foot was still in his shoes, and the other foot was wearing socks and stepped on the cold floor tiles. He only had time to let out a slight breath, and was firmly kissed by Yan Yan. A kiss with a strong aroma of wine followed the tip of the tongue to the throat, giving the illusion of being slightly drunk. Jiang Ting raised his hand, and was grabbed by Yan Yan and pressed against the wall. Trying to reach into the back of the shirt.
"..." Jiang Ting gritted his teeth and grabbed Yan Yan's wrist with his backhand, and forcefully took it away a little: "You drink too much, give me a rest..."
"Don't." Yan Yan stared at him from a close distance, his eyes were bright, and two clusters of small flames seemed to flicker in the depths of his pupils: "I can't stop drinking too much."
After a pause, he said: "And we have already worshipped the high hall, so we can enter the bridal chamber."
Jiang Ting said nothing, turned his head and left. Before taking two steps, he was hit by a strong force behind him, and then the sky was spinning, and Yan Yan picked him up and pressed him onto the sofa. The large leather cushion suddenly made a creaking sound.
The two overlapped up and down, and even the tips of their noses rubbed together intimately. Yan Yan narrowed his eyes and hummed: "We are already officially crossed paths in love, don't move and let me push twice, be good, don't move..."
The sofa cushion creaked regularly with his movements, Jiang Ting's ears warmed, and he whispered, "You're just pretending to drink too much to go crazy!"
"Yes." Yan Yan emphasized seriously, "In ancient times, couples had to drink when they got married."
Jiang Ting was stunned for a moment, then forcefully overthrew him, and sat up: "Who is your husband and wife?"
Before he could roll over to the ground, he was slammed into the back of the sofa by Yan Yan's strong and powerful body: "Why aren't we husband and wife anymore?"
"I already said..."
"That's okay, whatever you want, or I'll be married and you'll be a gun?"
Jiang Ting's expression froze a bit, and then an indescribable and ironic expression emerged, and he pushed Yan Yan back off the sofa: "Okay, don't pretend to be drunk and make trouble. I'll make you a cup of tea, you can drink a little. Lie down and rest in hot water."
"I'm not pretending to be drunk! I..." Yan Yan roared unwillingly behind him: "I just drank too much! I'm drunk! Is it illegal for an adult to take a kidney?!"
Jiang Ting just pretended he didn't hear his nonsense, and went straight into the pantry.
Yan Yan was sitting in the living room hatefully, but he was not very daring to pursue a forcible pursuit. He pondered all kinds of ideas in his mind, and put his elbows on his thighs. This posture made the muscle lines on his shoulders and back stand out under his shirt. Heavy breathing up and down.
Jiang stopped in the pantry.
I heard the movements of the switch cabinet door, Jiang Zing's footsteps, movements, and even breathing, every little bit of movement became extraordinarily clear, as if scratching directly on the sensitive nerve endings. With some kind of impulse, pulsating throbbing.
He held his breath, but the fire spread and collided in the blood vessels, gradually becoming unbearable.
We've saved each other's lives in the toughest times, we've spent the night in the same bed, hugged and even kissed each other, why can't we go further
We've even seen and approved our parents, so why can't we go further
Yan Xun raised his head and caught a glimpse of the last half bottle of Maotai left on the table. He reached out his hand to get it, and after a while, his Adam's apple slid up and down violently, and he raised his head and drank the whole bottle.
The fiery alcohol entered the limbs and bones along the throat, and the hidden flame accompanied with courage, blazing with a whimper. Yan Yan stomped the wine bottle on the table at will, got up and walked into the tea room. He saw Jiang Ting with his back to him, bent down and took out a colored checkered mug from the lower cabinet. From an angle, the lines of the waist, hips and long legs are unbelievably obvious.
"I said why did you..."
Jiang Ting just stood up when suddenly Yan Xun, who was full of alcohol, grabbed his hand, pressed his waist and pushed forward against the wall.
In daily life, Yan Yan's slightly aggressive movements are very common. Jiang Ting did not respond immediately, but turned his head against the wall and asked, "Did you drink again?"
Yan Yan didn't answer, twisted his elbow backwards, and gently kissed his slightly wet palm in this position.