"That...that..."
Lin Ke Song originally wanted to say that it was accidentally bounced on the bed when she tore open the biscuit bag. But who is Jiang Qianfan, there is no point in lying in front of him!
Jiang Qianfan removed the quilt and stood up, "Tonight you are in charge of making hay-smoked eggs, and I will make stir-fried kidney flowers."
"You want to stir-fry the waist flower!" Lin Kesong's eyes lit up, his cheeks were sore, and he began to be greedy.
"Yes." Jiang Qianfan raised his hand, his fingers followed the direction of Lin Kesong's words, and his knuckles just rubbed against her forehead.
Lin Kesong closed his eyes and smiled, "I'll help you!"
Jiang Qianfan was not familiar with the kitchen here after all.
Lin Kesong stood behind him, clasping his hands, familiarizing himself with everything in the kitchen bit by bit.
"Here is the stove, here is the knife holder, next to the soy sauce is cooking wine, followed by fish sauce and vinegar..."
This kitchen is so small that it can't compare to the one in Jiang Qianfan's villa. But getting used to it is not easy. Jiang Qianfan tasted all the seasonings here, even the sesame oil. Most of these ingredients were bought from the market, and they couldn't compare to the fresh and expensive ingredients in Jiang Qianfan's food warehouse. Lin Kesong was a little worried that Jiang Qianfan's perfect illness would happen, but he didn't even frown.
"Let's start." Jiang Qianfan turned to Lin Kesong and rolled up his sleeves.
She was stunned for two seconds, and finally understood. He found a relatively clean scarf, stood on tiptoe, and hung it around his neck, Lin Kesong was a little embarrassed. She could smell the oil stains on the apron. The chef's shirt and apron he usually wears are all shiny white...
Jiang Qianfan didn't say anything, just leaned slightly towards Lin Kesong. His lips were close enough to touch her forehead.
Lin Kesong's arms just went around his waist, and the gesture of almost hugging him made her feel inexplicably warm. She felt his breath, inexplicably expecting him to kiss her in her heart.
"Did you eat ice cream on the way back from shopping?" Jiang Qianfan's voice wrapped around her ears.
She raised her eyes to look at the other's calm eyes, "Ah... yes..."
He even knows what he ate, so she really won't have any little secrets in front of him in the future!
"Hazelnut cream flavored."
"yes."
"Ganmao." Jiang Qianfan turned around and faced the stove.
What did he call her? Greedy cat
"Is the rice wine ready?"
"Have!"
"What about turmeric?"
"Also ready!"
Lin Kesong had to do all the preliminary work for him. For example, clean the pork loin, slice it, and prepare the sauce according to Jiang Qianfan's instructions for marinating. After all, he can't see, and the real ease is limited to the place where the layout is exactly the same as his kitchen.
When Lin Kesong turned on the fire and watched Jiang Qianfan's fingers hook the oil pot and draw circles in the pot, her heart became nervous.
Seeing Jiang Qianfan stretch her palm to the surface of the oil to feel the temperature, she was even more nervous, for fear that he would accidentally burn herself.
But Jiang Qianfan's ability to adapt far exceeded Lin Kesong's expectations. Stir-frying, flipping the pot, he looks like a golfing aristocrat, and this small kitchen is not in the same style.
A few minutes later, the waist flower was placed on the plate without any extra decoration. Just smelling the fragrance and watching the color, I knew that it must be delicious and refreshing.
Lin Ke Song's hay smoked egg is also ready.
Uncle Lin and Lin Xiaoxue were standing at the door. Lin Xiaoxue wanted to go in and have a look, because Jiang Qianfan's back was really tall and straight. Every time he flipped the pot, he wasn't rude. On the contrary, the muscles in his back were tensed and his hair was fluttering. That kind of demeanor made people unable to look away.
Lin Xiaoxue wanted to lean forward to see more clearly, but Uncle Lin stopped her and signaled Lin Xiaoxue not to go over and cause trouble.
After all, the kitchen is very small. If Lin Xiaoxue is bullied, there will be no room to turn around.
Although Lin Xiaoxue was unhappy, she did not go back to her room in a fit of anger, but took out her mobile phone to take a picture of Jiang Qianfan's back.
Soon, stir-fried kidney flowers, scrambled eggs with chives and arugula are ready.
The atmosphere at the table was not very lively, but it was clear that everyone was happy. Lin Xiaoxue just took a mouthful of the waist flower, her eyes lit up, and she wanted to pour the whole plate into her mouth, but unfortunately Uncle Lin was here, so she could only eat in small mouthfuls. While eating, she looked at Jiang Qianfan curiously, she thought it was incredible, how could one person make so much delicious food without seeing
As long as Uncle Lin took a bite, he could feel Jiang Qianfan's extraordinary skills. Whether it is seasoning, the taste of the waist flower or the aftertaste left by the tip of the tongue, there is no fishy smell, but the freshness of the waist flower is fully reflected. The seasoning Jiang Qianfan used was obviously what he usually used, but the effect achieved was completely different. Uncle Lin couldn't help discussing it on the spot.
It's just that some things are based on feeling and mastery of the degree. Even if Jiang Qianfan said it, Uncle Lin couldn't understand it for a while.
After dinner, Miller picked up Jiang Qianfan.
Lin Ke Song hummed a song while taking a shower. Today's Jiang Qianfan made her feel like she was stepping out of his world little by little.
Ordinary does not mean falling from a height, but will make his world wider.
While wiping his head, he came to the table and picked up his mobile phone, only to realize that his mobile phone had almost been blown up. It's all calls from Mel.
what happened? Did something happen to Jiang Qianfan
Lin Ke Song quickly called back, "Mr. Mel, I'm Ke Song! Did something happen?"
"You go to the website now and enter your cousin's k."
Lin Kesong suddenly had a bad premonition. When she clicked on Lin Xiaoxue's Facebook, she was shocked to find that the scene of Jiang Qianfan kissing her under the street light was filmed by Lin Xiaoxue with her mobile phone and uploaded to the homepage. It even includes a video of Jiang Qianfan cooking in the kitchen.
And the number of clicks has been thousands of times.
"I'll ask her to take the photo down right away!"
"It's too late, you look at that 'walking on Mars'."
"I see."
"She's a reporter for Diners in New York. The magazine doesn't just introduce food, it often uses stars and gimmicks to report, attracting readers to those restaurants, and charging high reporting fees. All in all, the magazine's The essence is not in the food, but in the soft ad. A lot of restaurants advertise in this magazine. What they are good at is making the ad less 'professional' than an ad."
"So... what now?"
"I will try to follow up on "Diners in New York" to get them not to publish photos at will. But I think... Anyway, when you enter the competition again the day after tomorrow, everyone will probably know about your relationship with Jiang Qianfan, you need to do Get ready."
Lin Kesong's heart sank slightly.
Putting down the phone, she quickly walked to Lin Xiaoxue's door and knocked on the door: "Xiaoxue, are you inside?"
"Yes, what's the matter?" Lin Xiaoxue opened the door impatiently, with headphones on her ears, the music was very loud.
"I know you have uploaded some photos on Facebook, including... me and Mr. Jiang in front of our house... "
"What?" Lin Xiaoxue had an incomprehensible expression.
Lin Kesong knew that she did it on purpose, so he took off her earphones, "Do you know what portrait rights are? What are portrait rights?"
Lin Xiaoxue raised her chin when she saw Lin Kesong's angry expression, even though she knew she was wrong, "What portrait?"
Lin Kesong felt that he was being too polite to this little girl, but at a critical moment, he still needed to be tough.
"It doesn't matter if you take me. But do you think that if you post Jiang Qianfan's photo online, no one will hold you accountable?"
"What will happen to him? He's not a star..."
"He is the mentor of my 'Master Show'. According to the rules of the 'Master Show', the competition committee will announce the list of mentors for the top three players. But before this, the mentor's information has not been obtained without the permission of the mentor. not published."
"Then don't kiss in the street!"
"Then you don't have to post the photo." Lin Kesong shrugged, she knew that continuing to talk would only make Lin Xiaoxue even more shameless.
She turned around and went back to her room, sitting on the bed, the page of the web page still stopped at the picture of Jiang Qianfan kissing her. She knew that such gossip would quickly spread throughout the master show once the media got involved.
Jiang Qianfan is still Jiang Qianfan, and he can always walk through everyone's sights calmly.
The key is whether she has the strength to bear it all.
At this time, there was a lot of music at a party, and Kevin came to the window with a beer and put on his friend's shoulder, "Hey... Look at your appearance and failed to confess?"
"I didn't confess." Song Yiran leaned against the window and looked at the cars passing by.
"What this is not your style! It should be confession at noon, kissing in the afternoon, and bedding at night..."
Song Yiran closed her eyes and smiled helplessly: "It's not a game..."
Kevin paused, leaning against the window side by side with Song Yiran, "I'm not curious about your failure to confess. I remember there is a Chinese saying, 'If you walk by the river, you can't get your shoes wet'. She may be your one. river."
"That's not how this sentence is used." Song Yiran gave him a push, "Go and play."
"What I'm curious about is why you didn't say it. It's not like you. Your character...even failure can be vigorous."
"Because I could lose to my big brother or anyone. But in front of her, there's no winner or loser. I knew it wasn't the right time to say what I wanted to say at that time. I would make her feel heavy. And she Not going to be soft-hearted over the past ten years because I know better than anyone what she's thinking."
"Do you regret it? Let me arrange for her to come to New York with you."