But it has to be said that Miss Yan Yue really has no talent for cooking. She and Ai Jiujiu basically belong to the same category. It can even be said to be worse than Ai Jiujiu. If Ai Jiujiu's cooking skills can be considered edible. , Huo Yanyue's was simply inedible.
For more than half a month, the soups Zhang Ma taught her were all about nourishing qi and blood and promoting wound healing, and all of these soups naturally went into Nangong Xi's stomach.
Nangong Xi's injuries gradually recovered with her "careful care".
Huo Yanyue's enthusiasm seemed to have not faded yet. She finally understood why Yu Shengxia still secretly went to cook something delicious for him even though Huo Yannian had forbidden Yu Shengxia to enter the kitchen.
Giving something you make to someone you like, and then being praised, this small feeling of happiness can really overwhelm you.
Finally one day, Huo Yanyue filled the soup and was about to serve it to Nangong Xi when her cell phone rang and she had to answer the call and signaled to Zhang Ma to help her serve it.
Zhang Ma walked into Nangong Xi's study with the bowl of soup. After seeing Nangong Xi taking a sip and frowning, she couldn't help but said: "Sir, it's better to pour it. Miss Huo won't know."
Zhang's mother said this once before when she discovered that Huo Yanyue's soup always had problems, and at that time, Nangong Xidu said with a doting and helpless expression: "No, she cooked it, I like it. "
So, she watched Nangong Xi drink the soup that was salty or light, fishy or sweet again and again.
In Zhang's words, drinking soup is simply scarier than drinking medicine.
Seeing Nangong Xi frowning again today, Zhang Ma couldn't help but persuade her. She knew that Nangong Xi would follow Huo Yanyue in everything, but this was too masochistic.
A bowl of soup would be fine if it was just salty and bland. The key is Huo Yanyue's soup. I don't know how she can create those weird flavors.
Just when Zhang Ma thought that Nangong Xi would continue to indulge and abuse himself, Nangong finally put down the soup bowl in his hand and sighed helplessly: "Pour it down."
"yes!"
When Zhang's mother returned to the kitchen, Huo Yanyue was still answering the phone outside. Looking at the soup left in the soup pot, Zhang's mother hesitated for two seconds, took a spoon and took a taste. She said that Nangong Xi agreed to pour it out today. This is somewhat surprising.
However, as soon as the soup was in her mouth, Zhang Ma understood that the main ingredient Huo Yanyue used today was chicken, and she did not remove the gall...
"Alas...poor young master!"
Huo Yanyue was naturally unaware of this. As for why she couldn't taste her soup herself? That's because Huo Yanyue tasted the soup during the first few times when Mother Zhang taught her step by step and there was no problem with the taste of the soup. Then Nangong Xi said, "Since it was made for me, how can you drink it?" He blocked all Miss Yan Yue's attempts.
Nangong Xi's injuries were completely healed, but there were inevitable scars on his body and arms.
At night, lying on the bed, Huo Yanyue looked at the scars on Nangong Xi's hands. The title "Master Xi" originated from a poem, and the so-called "people are like jade" means that Nangong Xi's skin is as white as jade. This Many women would not envy him, but now his skin as white as jade was covered with deep and shallow scars, which looked very ferocious.