At noon, Longteng Garden, Yanjun's house.
When Zhang Yuan opened the door, he smelled a fragrant chicken soup, with a hint of medicinal materials in the scent. The smell made you drool.
"Wow, it's so fragrant." Zhang Yuan couldn't help but praised, and went to the kitchen after entering the door.
Hearing Zhang Yuan's compliment, Yanjun was a little embarrassed, "I wanted you to taste my craft a long time ago, but I haven't had time. I just have time today, so I can make up for it."
Zhang Yuan smiled badly at the corner of his mouth and leaned into Yanjun's ear and said, "You know, we are in Taomen, the most supplementary thing is to do that. If you do more with me, let me make it up."
Yanjun's cheeks were blushing and she was really good-looking. Zhang Yuan thought she was going to be ashamed and pushed herself away. Unexpectedly, Yanjun bowed her head and whispered: "Wait when we finish eating, don't you let you... That's it?"
Zhang Yuan was in a great mood. The sweet-smelling Yanjun was a kiss, but he was pushed away soon. Yanjun ran to the stove and said, "Don't make trouble. If the soup is burned, it won't taste good, I Today is a busy afternoon, the first bowl, soup, let you taste it."
"Really? Soup?" Zhang Yuan laughed.
"Of course, this is the first time I have boiled it. I haven't tasted it myself, so I will leave the first time to you." Yanjun smiled and brought Da Ci over.
Uncovering the lid of the porcelain pouch, a strong smell of fragrant smell spread into Zhang Yuan's nose. Zhang Yuan couldn't help taking a sip, feeling that the soup was absolutely wonderful.
"Guru..." Zhang Yuan not only drooled, but even his stomach couldn't help taking the initiative to drink.
"It seems that you really got the true story of Chef Lan Ruo." Zhang Yuan smiled embarrassedly.
"Of course." Yanjun happily pressed Zhang Yuan on the chair and said with a smile: "This is my hard work for a noon. I will drink it for you every day from now on."
"Okay, okay, as long as you are not afraid of me becoming a fat husband, then I will drink more."
Then Yanjun filled a large bowl with a big bowl, then brought it to Zhang Yuan and said, "This is all yours. If you eat less, I will be unhappy. "
"How come, I'm afraid that this bowl is not enough." Zhang Yuan continued to praise. In fact, he also knew that it would be impossible for Yanjun to cook at Lan Ruo's level for the first time. , But no matter what, it’s chicken soup, it should still be very delicious, and it seems that some chicken soup with light yellow slick oil is still very appetizing.
"Then you drink it." Yan Jun sat in the chair beside Zhang Yuan, her big charming eyes flickered, looking at Zhang Yuan expectantly.
Yuan blew the oily layer of the noodle soup, tested the temperature with his lips, it was okay, then opened a big mouth, and took a big sip.
When Tang entered his mouth, Zhang Yuan's eyes stared like a copper bell, his mouth bulged up high, holding the soup bowl in his hands, motionless, his whole body seemed to be petrified.
Terrible! It's terrible! The taste of this soup is really hard to tell. It is salty and bitter. Even if it is Chinese medicine, it is much better than this soup.
With a mouthful of soup in my mouth, my stomach is already trembling, as if protesting against the abuse of it, all in wa
, And the poor tongue has been tortured to the numbness of death.
At this moment, Zhang Yuan had only one thought in his mind, God, where is soup? This is terrible. It seems that the soup is really not for people to drink.
Seeing Zhang Yuan’s expression, Yanjun suddenly became nervous, and asked quickly, "How? Doesn't it taste good? Does it feel too bland? I can't remember whether I put salt in it or not. I'll go and dig a spoon for you. …"
Zhang Yuan was so frightened that he gulped and swallowed, and hurriedly shouted, "Don't!"
This is still called no salt? You can just pick a bag of salt and marinate me into pickles.
But Yanjun thought he was polite, and then said, "It's okay, add a little more, the soup is salty and delicious."
"No need." Zhang Yuan felt that he had changed his voice, and he swallowed and vomited vigorously. It's okay to me. Add salt, and I will be here today.
"It's just salty." Zhang Yuan quickly added, his eyes were turning quickly, he wanted to find a glass of water, damn, there was nothing else to drink on the table.
Hearing that Xiandan was just right, Yanjun sat down happily again, looked at Zhang Yuan, gently propped his chin and said, "Drink more if it tastes good."
God, you made me die! Zhang Hao, death is dead, the prince of the sea died under the bowl of soup of his favorite woman, and it is considered a good story to spread it out.
Zhang Yuan only picked up the bowl again, staring blankly at this bowl of soup that was not amazing, he thought, soup, soup, you are really a bowl of soup, the bomb did not kill me, you will be killed today. Drink to death.
Then drink. I had to pinch my nose again and took a breath.
"How is it? Drink more, take a big mouthful." Yan Jun looked unsatisfied, looking at Zhang Yuan's weird expression, a little depressed, "Why are the corners of your eyes moist?"
"I... I'm so touched, these are tears of excitement."
"Really? It's so delicious? I just cook it casually. I didn't expect it to be so good. It seems that I really have the talent to be a chef." Yanjun's mood improved.
"Well, this soup is not only delicious, but also very delicious." Zhang Yuan had no choice but to praise him "sincerely".
"Really! Anything else?"
"It's very supplementary. The Chinese herbal medicines here are really... horrible."
Yanjun was happy, and almost jumped up happily, and said with a smile: "I know you would say that. Lan Ruo originally only needs to put a few medicinal materials, but how can that point achieve the effect of replenishing the body, so I put down three kilograms of medicinal materials..."
"Cough, cough, cough..." Zhang Yuan is almost dying, three kilograms of medicinal materials, God, people can't eat so much Chinese medicine.
"I was so boasted by you that I couldn't help but want to drink it. Come, let me make up too." Yanjun said, went to grab the soup bowl in Zhang Yuan's hand.
"Don't!" Zhang Yuan hurriedly grabbed the soup. If Yanjun was allowed to drink it, then she would know how unpleasant the soup was. Her thoughts...
"I can't bear to give you a drink." Zhang Yuan gritted his teeth and poured all the bowl into his stomach. Hey, for the beauty, let's fight it!
Unexpectedly, Yanjun smiled, "Gluttonous cat, I still have a pot here."
Zhang Yuan's stomach was already tumbling like boiling water, and his eyes became bull's-eyes when he looked at the pot in front of him. Drink all this pot? God, the top ten tortures in the Manchu Qing Dynasty are nothing more than that.
"It's so delicious, you'd better leave it to me to drink later." Zhang Yuan had no choice but to say this. If he wanted to talk about this soup, he didn't want to drink a mouthful, but in order not to hit Yanjun, he had to give up his life to drink the poisonous soup. .
"Since you like to drink, I will boil it for you every day from now on and put more medicinal materials to make you stronger."
Zhang Yuan blocked his throat in one breath, damn, drink every day, you kill me directly.
"Don't! Don't!" Zhang Yuan was scared to death by her.
"Why, don't you like to drink it? Isn't this soup good?" Yanjun was already suspicious. She stared at Zhang Yuan's face carefully, trying to find something wrong.
"No, no." Zhang Yuan scratched his hair and said, "You have to host a show and go out for interviews. How can you delay all your time? Young people still have to focus on career and career. "
Yanjun nodded when he said it, seeing that there was nothing wrong with his face, and then picked up the soup, "Then I will put it away for you, and wait for you to drink it later."
Zhang Yuan was relieved when she watched her take her away. After saying something, he went to the toilet and rushed into the bathroom.
After entering, he quickly turned on the tap and took his mouth off. He gulped and drank a few big mouthfuls of cold water, then panted and sighed, "This is for me to replenish my body. This is like murdering my husband." "
But when Zhang Yuan cleaned his mouth and opened the bathroom door, he found that Yan Jun was standing with tears in his eyes.
Zhang Yuan saw that it was not good, because she was afraid she had tasted it just now.
"You have tasted..."
Zhang Yuan didn't finish speaking, but Yan Jun burst into tears and whimpered: "Idiot, you still have to drink so much so badly, you are not stupid."
Zhang Yuan chuckled, "As long as you boil it, no matter how bad it is, I will feel the smell. Actually, it's not that bad. After brushing my teeth, there is still a fragrance in my mouth."
"Fuck you." Yanjun smiled in tears, the more he laughed, the more intense he laughed, and he held back the laugh until the end, and said leisurely: "You didn't always want... my mouth..."
"Then let my husband make up for it..."