Seeing Li Yi change clothes and come out of the room, old man Sun immediately came up to meet him. In just a short while, he had already formed a few preliminary ideas in his mind.
"Old Sun, you rest first, I'll cook, what's the matter, we'll talk about it later." Seeing Wan Ruoqing's figure appearing in the kitchen, Li Yi waved his hand, and then walked towards the kitchen.
Here he is the host, Wan Ruoqing and the others are guests, there is no reason for the host to let the guests cook at home.
"Do, cook?" Old man Sun stood there dumbfounded, how can a man do things like a woman
In his heart, Li Yi is a man like a god. Imagine his god wearing an apron and humming a tune while chopping pig bones in the kitchen
As he was getting older, he couldn't bear such a psychological gap for a while, and the dull expression on Old Sun's face did not recover for a long time.
Without seeing the dazed old man Sun, Li Yi walked into the kitchen and saw Yang Liuqing and Wan Ruoqing busy by the stove, Zeng Zuimo squatted down and peeled a good green onion to pieces, Li Yi hastily snatched it from her hand. From the bowl of porridge she cooked in the morning, it can be seen that this drunk girl, like her own second lady, is a little fairy who doesn't touch the spring water with her fingers, little fairy It should be floating in the sky - the vulgar words like peeling onions and cooking are not suitable for fairies.
"Okay, okay, you go outside and rest, we are here." Li Yi waved to her, it is enough to have Wan Ruoqing and Yang Liuqing here to help, let him cook for five people alone, no To know when to toss and go, you have to find two people to help.
Of course, Wan Ruoqing needless to say, the sweet-scented osmanthus cake is so delicious, how could her cooking skills be poor? As a wandering heroine, Yang Liuqing's ability to live must be much better than ordinary people. There is no problem in helping a little, at least not Can peel an onion until only the length of a little finger remains.
Seeing him looking like he was chasing flies, Zeng Zuimo was slightly annoyed, but instead stood beside him with his hands folded, watching how a big man like him does these kitchen things.
He has reached the peak in both poetry and painting, and he is quite satisfied to be able to see the side he is not good at.
But it didn't take long for her mentality of watching the excitement disappeared. As a woman, she couldn't help but feel ashamed.
Even Wan Ruoqing was a little surprised. She knew that Li Yi cooks often, and his cooking skills should be passable. A bowl of ordinary white porridge can make a lot of aftertaste. However, seeing his exquisite and somewhat exaggerated knife skills and skilled When I moved, I couldn't help but feel ashamed.
Yang Liuqing has been here for a long time, so she is not surprised. If she is allowed to do it, she can cut it faster and better - although the taste is incomparable.
Zeng Zuimo walked out in shame after not watching for a while. As a woman, being defeated by a man in a place where she should be proud is not a matter of dignity.
Steaming and boiling are still the mainstream of food in ordinary people's homes, but not in Li Yi's house. Since they are not short of money, iron pot cooking has replaced those two simple cooking methods.
Thus, Zeng Zuimo could smell the aroma from the kitchen in the yard.
She was already very hungry, so she swallowed a mouthful of saliva almost involuntarily, and then felt that this action seemed very spineless, and then - swallowed again involuntarily.
In the past in Qunyu Courtyard, she didn't have to worry about anything other than the occasional involuntary libretto performance. As the number one noble lady in Qunyu Courtyard, the bustard would naturally let her be served well.
However, after Redemption moved out from there, she and Xiaocui had to handle all the big and small things by themselves, including food, clothing, housing and transportation.
Some trifles are okay, but only three meals a day, can't be bought from restaurants every time, but she and Xiaocui really don't know anything about cooking, so they have to practice hard, sitting around for several hours a day Next to the stove, fortunately, she is talented and intelligent, after a few days, she finally understood that going to Sister Ruoqing's place for dinner was the best solution.
At this moment, smelling the fragrance in the air, staring blankly at the direction of the kitchen, my thoughts are inevitably drifting away, if...
A moment later, Zeng Zuimo pinched his arm, and then expelled that unrealistic thought from his mind.
Wan Ruoqing and Yang Liuqing were in the kitchen, helplessly finding that they couldn't help him except choosing onions and peeling garlic, and occasionally handing him seasonings.
No, you can still serve dishes.
Every time Li Yi finished a dish, he would ask them to take it out. After a short time, all the four hot and four cold dishes plus one soup were finished.
A total of eight dishes and one soup, used to entertain guests, is already an extremely high standard.
The square table is just right for four people, but there is only one more Yang Liuqing, and the three women are all thin, so it doesn't look crowded when there are five people sitting around.
"I've worked hard for you these days, and I'll do it first as a respect." Li Yi raised his glass to Wan Ruoqing and old man Sun.
Without them, there would be no current theater, and his plan would be impossible to talk about. This cup should be respected.
Of course, since most of the people here are women, his cup is actually tea.
However, toasting tea and toasting wine is the same, meaning that the details are not important.
"My lord, you are serious, you are serious..." Old man Sun hurriedly raised his glass in return. His dreams and wishes can be realized thanks to Li Yi's support, and what hard work is there to realize his dreams
Zeng Zuimo looked at the delicious food on the table and secretly swallowed a lot of saliva. She was really hungry for a long time, facing so much delicious food but not being able to start it was a double torture both mentally and physically.
"This cup is for the future of the theater!"
"This cup is for ourselves!"
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Hearing these remarks, Zeng Zuimo's face turned pale, can he respect after eating, or respect while eating!
"Okay, the food will be cold in a while, let's use your chopsticks." Finally hearing the sound of nature from Li Yi's mouth, Zeng Zuimo couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks.
"Xiang-Xianggong, are there any guests at home?" Ruyi walked in from the door, looked at the situation inside the room, with a slightly startled expression on her face.
Miss Liu Er who followed in had no expression on her face, but the little maid beside her, after seeing Zeng Zuimo, her expression changed involuntarily.
Isn't that the woman in the painting my uncle hid
Zeng Zuimo's extended chopsticks stopped in mid-air, and he suddenly felt that his whole life was much darker.