He stretched out his hand and pinched He Junle's earlobe:
"as long as you are happy."
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"..."
He Junle watched Murong Jihua's complexion change through thirty-six color cards in just three minutes, and couldn't help but laugh.
He clamped the hand that was messing around his earlobe, and with some other meaning, played the other's knuckles up and down.
"...!"
Murong Jihua felt that his biss was under this person's hands today.
He's really, really good at anything.
644.
"Although I don't know what you're talking about,"
He Junle's voice was low, with an imperceptible hoarseness:
"If you want to attack, it's not like I can't cooperate."
645.
Murong Jihua: "Then it's settled!"
He Junle: "..."
646.
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647.
Murong Jihua's head was a little hot, he thought, he must have a fever.
His Adam's apple rolled, and then he heard his voice as thin as a mosquito:
"… it's here?"
He Junle turned his head and looked, the moon cabin was full of toys under his body, not very uncomfortable, even a little novel.
He Junle smiled lowly, put his two fingers together, and began to peel the eggshell:
"I'm fine, if you want to..."
"Stop, stop!"
Murong Jihua stopped his next move:
"...For the first time cooking, a good kitchen is very important. Master Ben—well, Master Ben wants to give you a ritual cooking experience. Wait—"
He Junle stopped his movements, watching with great interest the red-faced man in front of him tremblingly took out a map and began to look for a suitable kitchen, watching the gray mist in his eyes gather, disperse and gather again.
He raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Master Murong, you are indeed an excellent cook."
648.
"...Okay, He-Jun Le, come out,"
Murong Jihua felt that his tongue was going to be stiff, he fished He Junle out of the moon boat,
"Or, this kitchen?"
"Okay," He Junle didn't even look at it, stood up and stretched his arms:
"You go to prepare the ingredients first, I will go to the vegetable sink, and I will go there later."
"Okay... wait, what are you doing at the vegetable sink?"
He Junle glanced at him inexplicably, and raised his left eyebrow:
"You don't even wash the vegetables when you cook?"
"..."
"It's good to understand.... You really don't understand anything. Remember to prepare all the ingredients, plastic wrap, rapeseed oil, and nothing less. If you really don't understand, just ask your assistant, Chef Cui, He understands."
649.
Although he understood the truth, this was the first time that He Junle washed the vegetables himself.
He sat in the vegetable sink with a blank expression on his face. He took the recipe in one hand and cleaned the vegetables according to the recipe in the other.
650.
He is a genius.
It is actually not easy to remove the seeds inside the cantaloupe, but for a talented chef like He Junle, it takes only three seconds to do it with ease.
Some tired.
He Junle took a light breath.
Murong Jihua, that foolish guy, if he were to be the chef, there would be no such trouble at all.
——I can only pray that Chef Murong doesn't have the habit of casting cucumbers.
651.
The kitchen is far away, the temperature of the air conditioner in the bedroom is turned on just right, the long and soft soft music is just right, He Junle walks barefoot on the carpet covered with three layers of velvet silk.
At that time, the wind was smooth and the sky was bright and clear.
-Suitable for cooking.
652.
When He Junle stepped into the kitchen threshold, Murong Jihua was moving a mat and sitting in a corner with a box in his arms.
His face was blushing to the point of bleeding.
He Junle wanted to laugh, but he didn't laugh out loud.
He asked: "Okay?"
Murong Jihua: "...um."
He Junle: "All the ingredients are ready? Plastic wrap, peanut oil, and..."
Murong Jihua interrupted him: "It's all done."
Murong Jihua weighed the big box in his arms: "... Xiao Cui sent it."
Then rest assured.
653.
The corners of He Junle's mouth rose wildly, he reached out and squeezed Murong Jihua's face: "Are you nervous?"
Murong Jihua: "..."
Murong Jihua: "... Tch, don't look down on people. I'm just worried about your body, and I'm just a little worried."
—Then the movements of his hands were fast, and he performed the movements that he had practiced countless times when He Junle went to wash the vegetables,
— Put one arm around the opponent's waist, and put He Junle on the chopping board.
654.
calm down.
I can, I can do it.
655.
Murong Jihua closed his eyes, took a deep breath and sighed again.
What should I do now
He frantically frantically searched for the cooking strategy that he had just read among the images of He Junle in his mind.
Yes, I remembered—
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Step 1: Shell the Eggs
So he shook his hands to unbutton He Junle's shirt—peeling off the egg shell bit by bit, revealing the clean, ripe egg white.
White to shiny.
But he only peeled a little bit and then stopped, the process of exposing the whiteness inch by inch was too excruciating, Murong Jihua had no choice but to turn his head away, which made him almost poke the edge of the eggshell.
"..."
He Junle pressed his hand: "Is this your first day peeling eggs?"
"..."
"...Leave me alone."
"No, I'll come."
"… I come."
"I!"
"I."
"..."
"..."
He Junle's forehead twitched for a while, and he drooped his eyelashes, partly helpless, partly irritable, partly I'm fucking, and partly patiently suggested:
"Guess the punch."
657.
Twelve seconds later, a white raw egg was placed on the chopping board intact.
658.
Step 2: Cantaloupe Serving Principles
"Murong, you..."
"Wait, I'll be fine soon!"
"I said, you still do..."
"No! I just haven't gotten used to it for a while, don't, don't, don't move!"
He Junle can't always understand Murong Jihua's brain circuit.
He had a premonition that Murong Jihua, who came back wearing a pair of black sunglasses while cooking, would probably be about to attack his three views again.
All right.
In Murong Jihua's words, he thought the eggs were too white to be dazzling, and he would be blind if he didn't wear goggles.
When he said this, the roots of his ears were so red that he looked very green.
659.
Murong Jihua didn't want to either.
Before cooking, he thought he would be,
Turn your hands to cloud and cover your hands to rain, and the rotating shaft plucks the strings three or two times. There is love before the melody is formed. Gently gather and slowly twirl and pick again. Food is justice. Chef Murong will definitely cook the best food in the world.
Ideal is full, the reality is very skinny.
Facts have proved that the president who can't even peel the eggshell is not a good cook.
660.
With his gloved hand, he slowly took the peanut oil in his hand, and reluctantly poured out half of it after He Junle protested that it was "too much".
—and spread them all over the smooth surface of the melon.
So Murong Jihua watched He Junle's expression become wonderful.
"What's wrong?"
"... What do you think? Are you going to make melons or eat melon rinds?"
"..."
He Junle raised his hand and pressed his brow bone, he suddenly felt a little bit depressed:
"...the peanut oil is to be poured into the melon."
"… oh."
661.
In short, after Murong Jihua put in a lot of hard work and painstaking efforts, he finally succeeded in pouring peanut oil into the muskmelon. Congratulations, congratulations.
662.
Step 3: Banana milk and peanut oil, repaired into a real fruit
This step Murong Jihua still thinks he is very clear, very clear, extremely clear.
He took out the peeled banana and put it on the chopping board, wrapped it in plastic wrap, and carefully observed He Junle's expression:
"...If I'm doing something wrong, do you remember to remind me?"
He Junle: Indifference.jpg
He Junle: "Understood, don't babble."
663.
went in.
664.
He Junle's experience record:
(23:04:04) pain;
(23:10:10) It hurts;
(23:30:00) It hurts like hell.
He Junle's joints are clear, and his veins are bulging at this moment, and now his intestines are green with regret:... Sure enough, he still underestimated Murong Jihua's cooking skills!
This is his fucking Big Bang level!
If I knew his mother wouldn't discuss it with him, I should have slapped him down and executed him right there!
665.
Murong Jihua's experience record:
(23:05:01)… so hot;
(23:06:12) pain;
(23:20:05) It hurts;
(23:40:00) It hurts like hell.
Murong Jihua's scalp was numb, and he swallowed with difficulty, while enduring the pain and frantically cooking, he fueled himself in his heart.
666.
It’s okay, it’s okay, hold on, lighten it up, try other angles—it’s all written in the novels, there’s another village, it’ll be fine after a while, it’ll be cool after a while, right, right!
667.
He Junle: "... Murong, Jihua!"
Murong Jihua: "Huh?"
He Junle: "No matter how stupid you are, don't you try to chop a cantaloupe horizontally with a knife!?"
668.
He Junle couldn't take it anymore.
He raised his long legs and kicked Murong Jihua out of the kitchen with a jio:
"It is said that a gentleman stays away from the kitchen,"
He Junle started from the chopping board, the corners of his eyes were red, he felt that he was about to fall apart:
669.
"Murong Jihua, let me advise you, three hundred and sixty-six