When Huo Zheng knocked on the door of He Yunzhou's house the next day, it was much earlier than He Yunzhou expected.
"Huh? Aren't you going to work today?"
He Yunzhou watched Huo Zheng stride into the room with some surprise, subconsciously took the coat that Huo Zheng took off, and hung it on the coat rack in the entrance.
"The business of the company has been completed today."
Huo Zheng said calmly.
He came to the sofa, and the pumpkin was spreading itself into a fluffy and round cat blanket, occupying most of the sofa with its feet upturned, sleeping in the dark.
Huo Zheng glanced at Pumpkin, then sat down very calmly.
"Meow-"
The cat, which was still sleeping before, let out an abnormal grumble of dissatisfaction, grabbed the other end of the sofa with its claws, forced it out from under Huo Zheng's buttocks, and then quickly ran to the cat climbing frame.
"Hiss—"
Pumpkin quickly locked on to the culprit who woke her up, then raised her tail and yelled at Huo Zheng.
And Huo Zheng raised his eyebrows and stared at Pumpkin, sarcastically: "It's because you occupy too much space, Fatty."
"..."
He Yunzhou who was standing aside watched this scene, and looked at Huo Zheng with a little worry.
In fact, Huo Zheng behaved exactly the same as before, but He Yunzhou still felt that the calm and composed man sitting on the sofa had an indescribably low air pressure.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be naive enough to bully a sleeping cat.
"Ah, I ordered something for you in France before—just treat it as a reward for eating at your house."
Huo Zheng was completely unaware of He Yunzhou's worries.
As if he really just remembered, he took out a small glass bottle from his briefcase and placed it on the coffee table.
As soon as He Yunzhou heard that Huo Zheng had ordered something abroad again, he remembered the super expensive matsutake that he ate last night, and his eyelids twitched.
"It's just some home-cooked dishes. You really don't need to send me anything."
He Yunzhou felt a little guilty.
After all, the food for cats at home is very particular, but the food for people will inevitably sometimes use some scraps left over from cat meals.
It would be better to prepare some ingredients for him in the future...
He Yunzhou reviewed in his heart.
"What I gave you are just some small things."
Huo Zheng said.
He Yunzhou picked up the glass bottle on the table, took a closer look, and was stunned.
"Ah, this is..."
"Fleur de sel," Huo Zheng said softly, "Fleur de sel," "Fleur de sel, I remember you said that you like sea salt."
Huo Zheng carefully observed He Yunzhou's expression from the corner of his eye, and when he saw the unstoppable joy in the corner of that person's eyes and eyebrows, most of the gloom and gloom that had been lingering in his heart from last night to today disappeared immediately.
Sure enough, it was probably because of this reason that she always involuntarily wanted to stay by this man's side.
My mind is always easy to guess, although what I want is a bit strange... But as long as I receive it, there is no way to hide the pure joy no matter what.
Just like his affection.
Huo Zheng sighed inwardly.
"I said it before, but the difference between sea salt and the flower of salt is too much..."
He Yunzhou held the small bottle of snow-white salt in his hand, and he didn't know what to do.
The output of this top-level high-grade sea salt is extremely low. What is rare is that the bottle that Huo Zheng put on the tea table at will still maintains the beautiful snowflake-shaped crystals like gems after a long journey.
He Yunzhou even couldn't help holding up the small glass bottle and shining it on the light.
Although I thought about rejecting Huo Zheng's too expensive gift before, those who like to cook will inevitably be very happy when they see this kind of high-end seasoning.
"The flower of salt is also sea salt."
Huo Zheng looked at He Yunzhou helplessly, a little confused by the other party's happiness.
Just a bottle of salt to be happy like this...
It turns out that there are really such coaxable people in this world.
As for He Yunzhou who heard the rich man's speech again, after hearing Huo Zheng's doubts, he could only rub the bridge of his nose and sigh, not knowing what to say.
"It's very expensive sea salt."
He Yunzhou emphasized it again.
But even so, Huo Zheng still looked dazed.
"Very...expensive?" The man repeated hesitantly, "Well, it's fine if you like it anyway."
"never mind… "
Facing Huo Zheng's face, He Yunzhou could only whisper helplessly.
However, in the next second, his mood became uncontrollably high: "I happened to make homemade ice cream today. I planned to boil a little chocolate sauce and nuts to go with the ice cream, but if there is this, at least sprinkle a little It can be made into salt ice cream."
"Handmade ice cream?"
"That's right, it's specially made for you." He Yunzhou said with a smile.
After all, you can't always eat pumpkin yogurt.
He Yunzhou did not dare to say this sentence.
Of course, on the other hand, it was also to give back to Huo Zheng's portion of such expensive matsutake, so he made homemade ice cream as a dessert regardless of the trouble.
"...Today's fruit is honeydew melon with coconut milk, which happens to be very suitable for eating with a little salt. But in this case, besides the fried shrimp in the typhoon shelter, I always feel that I need to add something else..."
Huo Zheng stared intently at He Yunzhou, who was looking at the salt shaker beside him, happily calculating the recipe.
"Meow meow… "
Immediately afterwards, there was the pumpkin who had been observing here.
Probably because of why Yunzhou was holding something it could eat, the pumpkin quickly jumped onto the coffee table, stretched its neck and kept calling.
"You can't eat this."
He Yunzhou patted Pumpkin's head dumbfounded and said.
Under the light, there was a layer of soft golden light on the handsome man's outline, and even the chubby fleshy ball under his palm became a little cuter.
In the small living room, there was a little aroma of broth and the whimpering of the cat, and the tenderness in He Yunzhou's eyes seemed to warm the surrounding air.
Huo Zheng quietly looked at the person and the cat in front of him, and the last shadow in his heart slowly flowed away as if it had been melted.
…
He Yunzhou, who got the flower of salt as a gift, naturally cooked extra hearty dishes this evening.
A large plate of golden fried shrimp in the typhoon shelter is the main course, which is placed in the center of the table.
A plate of crispy pork belly, a pretty reddish-brown color, sits neatly next to a large stack of crispy raw lettuce.
The wild quinoa stir-fried with tempeh and pepper, green and crisp, with a tangy aroma.
He Yunzhou used the shrimp heads from the stir-fried shrimp in the typhoon shelter to stir-fry the shrimp oil, sprinkled a lot of minced garlic and green onion, and mixed with shredded ham coldly with snow-white and crystal-clear cabbage stalks.
There is also a small bowl of stewed tofu, which uses the chicken soup made last night as the soup base, and sprinkles a handful of shrimp on top to add extra flavor.
Finally, there is a clear soup. The ingredients are newly released tender peas and asparagus clear soup boiled with asparagus, and a little bonito flower is added.
But when Huo Zheng sat down, He Yunzhou suddenly patted his forehead and muttered, "I almost forgot."
Then he walked quickly to the kitchen and brought out the small black earthen pot.
"My friend sent me some new bamboo shoots, so today I made rice with bamboo shoots."
He Yunzhou laughed.
Open the lid of the earthen pot, and along with the water vapor, there is a strong fresh and salty aroma.
After a little stirring with a rice spoon, the rice served in the bowl contains not only the milky white bamboo shoots cut into hob pieces, but also the light brown diced bacon with beautiful fat.
As He Yunzhou said, today's dinner is indeed just some home-cooked dishes, but it is undeniable that whether it is the simple-looking braised rice with bacon and bamboo shoots or those dishes, there is a strange sense of luxury.
"Try it, I hope you like it."
While talking, He Yunzhou stretched out his chopsticks and picked up a shrimp for Huo Zheng.
For him, it's just passing by.
But Huo Zheng's movements froze for a moment because of this behavior.
"good."
Huo Zheng lowered his head, and quickly put the golden and crispy shrimp into his mouth.
"Well… "
The moment he bit off the shrimp meat, Huo Zheng couldn't help but widen his eyes.
delicious…
The fried prawns in the salted egg yolk typhoon shelter that He Yunzhou mentioned repeatedly in front of Huo Zheng was indeed delicious beyond Huo Zheng's expectations.
The rich salted egg yolk is attached to the crispy shell of the prawns. The savory taste is perfectly blended with the slightly sweet and springy prawn meat.
Ordinary typhoon shelter prawns need to be re-fried many times in order to keep the prawns crispy. An average chef will make slightly shriveled and stiff prawns if they are not careful.
But He Yunzhou puts the freshly peeled salted egg yolk into the oven and bakes it, then wraps the shrimp with salted egg yolk mud and a little starch after heating, and then frys the shrimp.
In this way, the shell of the shrimp can easily become crispy and delicious, and the shrimp meat inside can also maintain a juicy, crisp and fresh taste under the protection of the salted egg yolk.
As an important ingredient of the fried shrimp in the typhoon shelter, the bread crumbs fried with a lot of garlic will also be mixed with a lot of salted egg yolk sand peeled off from the shell of the shrimp, which tastes far more delicious than ordinary bread crumbs.
It's just that after adding salted egg yolk, whether it's fried shrimp or fried bread crumbs, the requirements for the heat are very high - the words that He Yunzhou said to Huo Zheng, "I usually don't make them for others", are not purely for the sake of cooking. To coax Huo Zheng into talking nonsense.
Because it is too troublesome, He Yunzhou really rarely cooks this dish.
On the contrary, he cooks the pork belly dish next to the fried shrimp in the typhoon shelter more often.
The author has something to say: ah, I misplaced it before, and it has been revised.