My love options are a bit difficult

Chapter 198 I even like it a little

Perhaps it was because the originally warm atmosphere between the two began to change to an indescribable place, so Natsume Kaede didn't say much.

What he said last time was enough, and he already thought it was a shallow conversation. If he still caught up with the long-winded talk about married life and husband and wife etiquette, it was obviously a deliberate feeling.

He also didn't want to be seen as a chatterbox.

Du Yuehua also clearly felt that he was deliberately avoiding the topic, and he was also hiding his thoughts in his heart. The two did not communicate for a while, maintaining this tacit and not awkward atmosphere.

It wasn't until the green vegetables in the pot in front of her slowly shrank and became smaller that she had almost zero cooking knowledge, so she had to ask for help. Some clumsy fished in the pot with chopsticks, and her originally calm expression became flustered, as if lettuce will not become smaller.

Xia Mufeng had already made the dumplings, came over to take a look, silently turned off the stove, took out all the lettuce with a large colander to pump water, and felt that his brain was not very bright recently, and a person almost didn't understand The cooking girl came to watch the heat, but fortunately, it was just cooking in plain water. If the meat was stewed, it might be less than half of the meat.

"It's almost fine. After all, lettuce is called lettuce because it can be eaten raw. There is no need to dehydrate it like stir-frying."

"What's next?" Du Yuehua lowered his hands and feet unnaturally. He didn't dare to say much about the field he was not familiar with. In addition, Natsume-kun must have seen his clumsy appearance just now, so he spoke now. They all stuttered a little, which is a rare situation.

Girls only get flustered when they meet someone they like, because they are afraid that the other party will bore them because of their own shortcomings.

But obviously Du Yuehua didn't understand this truth, she just subconsciously worried that her ugly appearance would be hated.

In fact, Natsume Maple doesn't hate it.

He even said he liked it a little bit.

The impression that Du Yuehua gave him when he met for the first time was: an excellent young lady with a cold personality, a calm personality, and good etiquette. The maturity and stability that is different from her peers is very noticeable. This impression is in people's hearts. The deeper you stay, the cuter you will be when showing contrast.

Xia Mufeng looked at the girl with silly eyes and stood beside her with some uneasy hands and feet, put the lettuce that had been slightly cooled in the air into the prepared plate, and said with a casual smile: "The next step is to pour oil."

Under the watchful eyes of Du Yuehua, he poured minced garlic on the lettuce, and then poured the boiling oil from another stove directly on it, making a sizzling sound, accompanied by dots of oil stars pop out.

Du Yuehua obviously has never seen this kind of scene. Although he usually goes to more high-end fried tempura shops, compared to the kind of soft and gentle way of wrapping in flour and slightly over-fried, Natsume Kaede's But it was much more violent.

She watched the oil stars splashing out from the plate, and subconsciously leaned against Natsume Feng's side, as if this would give her a sense of security.

Xia Mufeng was naturally aware of her small movements, but he didn't take it seriously, and said directly: "Basically, it's almost the same, except that the dumplings are not cooked, we can wait while we eat, this time it's no longer necessary Staring in the kitchen."

Nearly two hours have passed since he started preparing the materials. He wiped his hands briefly with a scarf, and carefully took out the phone in his pocket with two fingers less contaminated with flour to check the time. Sure enough, it was past one o'clock. I didn't feel like my stomach when I was doing it, but now I really feel hungry.

Du Yuehua watched him finish the dish in a simple and rude way, and couldn't help asking: "Is this already ready?"

"Well, just take the dishes out, and I'll make another seasoning bowl." Xia Mufeng seemed to recall the habit of the island people with relatively bland taste, and added another sentence: "Can Du Yuesang eat something with a strong salt taste? ?”

"I can do it."

He was not as polite as Du Yuehua, since the other party didn't mind, he just followed suit. Eating is a sacred thing, and he usually doesn't want to wrong him. After all, he hasn't eaten home-cooked food for a long time. I also did it once when I was interested, and when I do it next time depends on my mood, maybe tomorrow, or next year.

Xia Mufeng smiled and said: "Okay, please take it out."

Du Yuehua naturally didn't have the slightest opinion on his instructions, and even moved quickly to take out the finished dishes one by one, because her position in the kitchen was really too embarrassing.

Obviously, women are the only overlords in the kitchen at home, but here she feels that she can't even fight well, and there is no value at all. Sometimes it is not worth the sad person who is not necessarily the user, but also the worthless person .

So she had already planned to run errands and serve dishes. Even if Natsume Feng didn't want to serve it by herself, she felt calmer when she saw that he was not polite to her. She couldn't help bringing out the dishes one by one. The chopsticks and the small dish made Natsume Feng a little stunned to see her diligent look.

After a while, he also understood the other party's thoughts, shook his head and smiled, but he didn't care much in his heart, instead he started to place the dumplings in front of him.

There are not many dumplings made, probably only for two people, because there are other dishes, there is no need to pack so many.

The plump and white dumplings were thrown into the pot by him, floating in the boiling water.

The dumplings are finished, the seasoning bowl is ready, everything is done.

He let the warm water gushing out of the faucet wash the materials and flour on his hands, and he didn't wipe his hands until the original color of the entire palm appeared.

Turning down the stove for cooking the dumplings, he walked out of Nuo Da's kitchen and saw that Du Yuehua was already seated at the high-end dining table, which was long and similar to a Western family, and did not eat first by himself. Waiting for myself.

He didn't take off his apron, and it wasn't too dirty. He didn't pay much attention to his meals, and he was more casual at home. Anyway, Quan Jiang was not an outsider, and he didn't clean up when he turned around. Although he was at someone else's house at the moment, But he basically doesn't belong to the kind of friend who would be disgusted with Du Yuehua just because of a little detail, and he will have to fish for dumplings later.

It's just that when Natsume Feng passed by the living room and hadn't walked to the dining table, he suddenly felt a few shadows flashing in the corner of his eyes, and at the same time, there were small conversations in his ears, which became louder and louder as time went on.

"What's wrong Natsume-kun?"

Seeing Xia Mufeng walking over from the kitchen, Du Yuehua suddenly stood in the living room, and asked a little puzzled.

But before Natsume Feng opened his mouth to explain, something unexpected happened.

Click.

The door is opened.

(End of this chapter)