Eighty-fifth bowl of soup (seven)
S looked at her impatiently: "I've heard a lot of your lies."
Qing Huan said sincerely: "I don't know what happened between that Envy and you, but before we get along, I think we should get to know each other. Hello, my name is Qing Huan."
He couldn't understand the strange text S she wrote on his palm, he stared at it for a while, then stared at her with those black eyes: "Prove it to me."
"What?"
"Since you are not her, then prove it to me." S said, "If I find out that you cheated on me again, this time, I will burn your soul to ashes."
Qing Huan spread out his hand and put her own in it. The little one was white and tender, and she smiled sweetly: "I don't need to prove it, you will find out if you give you time." Two identical people are impossible even in parallel spaces. Qing Huan didn't know who the person who had the same appearance as her before was, but she was sure that since she met S, something must have happened.
But Qing Huanliu stayed, and after she stayed, she realized that she had nothing to do. Not only her, but even S, what he has to do every day is nothing more than reading, sleeping, eating, eating, sleeping and reading. In this hall, it seems that no one will ever come in.
If S's life has always been like this, then she can actually understand why he would keep a person who betrayed him by his side. Because only this person can "exist" by his side, there are indeed people who enjoy loneliness in this world, but most people prefer to be accompanied by others. If he stays here day after day and year after year like this, it's not surprising that S's personality is so weird.
Qing Huan sat cross-legged on the ground, propping her leg with her right hand and looking at S who was reading a book. His eyes were focused. This room was very, very large, and the whole room showed a tendency to gather upwards. There were bookshelves all around, and the bookshelves were full of books. There was only one table by the window, and S put on a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and held a quill in his hand, which he had been looking at for more than ten hours.
He kept Qing Huan, but he never took the initiative to talk to her, and he never felt bored. It seemed that as long as this person was with him, it was enough, and he didn't need Qing Huan to talk to him, that's how he spent his time Live every moment of staying in the hall.
Qing Huan flipped through these books. Except for the books about the history and topography of this continent, she didn't even read the rest of the books, such as alchemy and magic. She propped her chin and stared at S for a long time, until he raised his head from the book after finishing a book, and asked, "Are you tired?"
"Not tired."
With a slight lift of the finger, the finished book returned to the shelf automatically, and another new one was spread out in front of him. Seeing that he seemed to want to read it again, Qing Huan got up and slapped the book: "Don't read it, I'm hungry."
S frowned slightly, and stared at Qing Huan with gloomy black eyes. If it wasn't for Qing Huan's strong psychological quality, he would really be scared by this perverted serial killer's eyes. She reached out and pinched S's face, "If you're not hungry, at least give me the freedom to go out?"
S said: "Envy never bothers me."
"Then this is one of the differences between me and her." Qing Huan simply closed his book. "Please understand me as an ordinary person. I can't do it like you without eating or drinking for more than ten hours."
What a waste of time, S thinks.
But he still sat at the dining table and watched her eat, which made S very puzzled. Are these foods really so delicious? In his opinion, the taste of food does not matter, as long as it can maintain the physiological function is enough.
Qing Huan was eating a piece of pudding, when she heard S's unknowing question, she replied: "No matter what, you have to eat it, enjoy it and eat it whole, since the end result is the same, why not let the process How about getting more comfortable?"
S was noncommittal to her remarks, and the two sat at both ends of the long dining table, with such a long distance between them, thanks to Qing Huan's words, he could hear clearly.
After dinner, S went into the study again. Qing Huan also likes to read, but she has never been as crazy as S. She reads almost every minute and every second. What is the structure of his brain? But this time he didn't let her go with him. When Qing Huan walked past the dining table, he found that S's food was hardly touched. You must know that he didn't even drink water all day, but he only ate a little at dinner. A little bit, after seeing her eating. One can imagine what would happen if he was alone, no wonder when she asked people to prepare dinner, those people's expressions were very surprised.
It's really going to be out of this world.
Since S didn't let her accompany her, Qing Huan wandered around in the main hall, and unexpectedly found that behind a certain pillar was the kitchen, but it was empty, and it seemed that no one was using it. She immediately ran to the entrance of the temple to ask someone to bring kitchen utensils. She hadn't cooked for a long time, and her hands were itchy. She didn't have time to taste the evil ghost cake that she steamed in the Zhuangzi before. She didn't know what it was like. Would Linglong like it? .
Seasonal vegetables are fresh, knives are complete, and there are even aprons. It can be said that the preparation is very sufficient.
Scoop out a spoonful of noodles, add water and make dough, roll into dough and cut into cubes, neatly piled up, spread the flour on the chopping board, chop coriander and pork very finely, add a small handful of shrimp skin To enhance the taste, break in a raw egg, sprinkle with seasonings and stir the stuffing evenly. There are not many materials used, but because the ingredients are very fine and fresh, the taste of the food itself is retained.
The wrapped wontons are boiled in high broth and put in an ice bucket. Take this opportunity to shred the tender bamboo shoots, top with sesame oil, vinegar, a little chili oil, a little sesame, and decorate with green and red chili shreds. Fresh and spicy, very attractive. Qing Huan couldn't resist taking a bite, and was immediately overwhelmed by the fresh and sweet taste of the bamboo shoots. Even for these foods, she will protect the world well.
After the wontons cooled down, heat the pan and pour oil, arrange the wontons neatly, fry one side until golden brown, then turn over, Qing Huan found a beautiful plate, and arranged a dozen small wontons that were fried in the shape of a flower , and put the cold bamboo shoots on the tray together, and a bowl of pumpkin porridge that was already thick when the wontons were made.
Most of the food on this continent is raw or cold, even the steak is fried to medium rare, and the egg yolk will flow out when you poke it. Qing Huan doesn't like this way of eating. It would be nice to be able to cook for myself now.
Unsurprisingly, S was still reading. He had noticed Qing Huan as soon as he entered. If it was normal, he wouldn't even lift his head, but today is a little different...
What's the difference...
He searched for the scent, his eyes did not stay on Qing Huan, but on the tray in her hand: "What is that?"
"You didn't eat much for dinner, this is a supper I made for you." She said very sincerely.
It's rare that S didn't dislike her, but looked at her seriously: "Snack?"
It can be seen that he should never have the habit of eating supper.
Qing Huan pushed his book aside, "Want to eat?"
S stared at it for a few seconds: "Can I eat it?"
"Don't you think it smells delicious?" The poor child has never seen the world, Qing Huan really wanted to reach out and stroke the other's hair, "This is for you."
S can't use chopsticks at all. His fingers are slender and beautiful, but it is a pity that when he holds the chopsticks, his posture is strange and weird. Qing Huan laughed when he saw it. Obviously those hands can easily control the life and death of others, but it is difficult to eat fried wontons. They always pick up and slide down. Clip up and slide down. When he was impatient and wanted to grab it, Qing Huan took the chopsticks away from him, picked up a fried golden wonton, dipped it in vinegar, and brought it to his mouth: "Open your mouth."
"..." Actually didn't want to listen to her, but the taste of the food was very different from what he used to eat, and it smelled delicious, which made S feel a little tangled. Finally he opened his mouth.
Bite down, the golden crispy skin and the juicy meat filling are perfectly blended together. The aroma of the fresh meat filling of the shrimp skin, coupled with the slight sourness and the burnt edge of the dough, is so delicious that it makes people even tongue Swallow it all.
Qing Huan is very confident in her cooking skills, after all, she has lived for so long.
She fed more than a dozen wontons to S one by one, and he ate up all the cold bamboo shoots and pumpkin porridge. I don't know if it's Qing Huan's illusion, but I always feel that S's dark circles are much lighter, and people look more pleasing to the eye.
"Would you like some tea?" Qing Huan asked, "They brought tea just now."
S thought for a while and nodded.
So she put away the used tableware, turned and left the study, leaving S alone, picked up a pen and opened the book for a long time, not knowing what to read and write, because she was still reminiscing about the fried wontons she ate just now. It is obviously a very common ingredient...why does it taste completely different? If he eats something like this every day, he should be very happy...
From this day on, Qing Huan cooks three meals a day plus supper for S to eat. As expected, food is one of the best ways to increase the favorability, but it only took half a month. After she changed the way When the food is delicious, S treats her coldly, just throws eyes at her and hums at her, or else is the high priest who wants to kill her!
Now S is just like the little ones she raised, her eyes light up when she comes in at meal time, and she is extra punctual.
Because some dishes take a long time to cook, S gave Qing Huan the privilege, and she no longer had to stay with him in the study for a whole day. Apart from not being able to leave the temple, Qing Huan is basically free.
A problem that can be solved with food is not a problem.