Picked up a queen at the start

Chapter 35 Do you take sugar as salt?

Chapter 35 Do you take sugar as salt?

Seeing that the matter of Xia Yao and cooking was more serious, Ji Qinglin felt helpless.

Knowing that he couldn't hold her back, Ji Qinglin nodded and said: "Okay, then you can try again. If it gets hot again, don't fix it today."

"it is good."

Making a little concession, Xia Yao followed Ji Qinglin into the kitchen again.

Looking at the iron pot, her expression became serious.

When the fire started again, seeing that the oil in the pot was about to collapse again, she quickly picked up the lid of the pot, and placed it directly in front of her eyes like a shield.

The small oil splashes that popped out of the pot were all blocked by the pot cover.

Ji Qinglin was dumbfounded when he saw it.

My mother has been cooking for more than ten years, and has just acquired a skill that has not been around for a long time.

Xia Yao was beaten once, but she learned it directly?
Such a thing as talent.

Sometimes it's really subtle.

"A child can be taught..."

While muttering to himself, Ji Qinglin gave Xia Yao a thumbs up.

Hearing this, Xia Yao blinked suspiciously.

She didn't understand, what was there to boast about in such a thing.

In this matter, she just thought about it based on the way she practiced martial arts.

To ensure that you will not be burned, you must prevent the oil from falling on yourself.

That being the case, wouldn't it be good to block it?
The most suitable is the pot cover.

Finding that the oil collapse is not so severe, Xia Yao imitated the person in the previous video and quickly put the shredded pork into the pot.

The oil in the pot continued to crackle.

But this time, she didn't panic at all.

Stir-fry the meat briefly, then add the green pepper.

Seeing Xia Yao's swift movements, Ji Qinglin smiled reassuringly, and said, "Then you do it first, and I'll clean up the table."

"Okay, leave it to me."

The corner of her mouth curled up, Xia Yao confidently looked at the frying pan.

After warming up some steamed buns, Ji Qinglin walked into the living room with a somewhat carefree pace.

If Xia Yao can really learn to cook, then she won't have to live with instant noodles and takeaways in the future.

Humming happily, he cleared the table and turned on the TV by the way.

The warm sun enters the house with a slight breeze.

After a while, the aroma of the food in the kitchen was brought out.

After sniffing hard, Ji Qinglin narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

Not bad.

It smells bel.

It tastes like the fried pork with green pepper made by my mother.

"I've cleared the table! When your food is ready, just serve it out."

After exhorting the kitchen, Ji Qinglin poured two more glasses of water.

After a while, Xia Yao quickly walked to the living room with steamed buns in one hand and fried pork with green peppers in the other.

She was still wearing an apron.

The two ropes of the apron are stretched, revealing a graceful figure.

With a hot reddish face, and black hair that is simply tied up and hanging behind him, there is an inexplicably extra charm.

Ji Qinglin was stunned by accident.

With a light cough, he quickly looked away and took the steamed buns and vegetables.

Stir-fried meat with green peppers in hand, the green peppers are bright green, and the shredded pork is tender and fragrant.

Just looking at it can make people move their index fingers.

Definitely delicious!
"I didn't expect you to have a talent for cooking?"

After boasting with a smile, Ji Qinglin immediately patted the place next to him: "Come, eat."

"Where do you put this thing?" Xia Yao took off her apron and handed it to Ji Qinglin.

Seeing this, Ji Qinglin folded up his apron and placed it beside him: "Eat first, I'm hungry."

Feeling the emptiness in his abdomen, he picked up the steamed bun and took a bite, then impatiently put a piece of shredded meat into his mouth.

The meat is fresh and tender, and the meat is mixed with the fragrance of green pepper.

When I took a bite, the taste... was very off.

The chewing movement stopped slowly, and Ji Qinglin thought that his sense of taste had something wrong, so he picked up another piece of shredded meat and put it into his mouth.

This smell, how should I put it.

The more you chew, the more unforgettable...

Seeing that Ji Qinglin couldn't even think about talking after eating, Xia Yao raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and said with some anticipation: "I'm doing well, right?"

"..."

Turning his gaze, Ji Qinglin swallowed the shredded meat with difficulty, and then let out a long sigh of relief.

Looking at Xia Yao's little face expecting him to say "delicious", he hesitated for a moment, and asked ruthlessly, "You...do you regard sugar as salt?".
"No."

Xia Yao said, picking up a piece of meat and tasting it.

Liu Mei frowned, and then she spit the meat into the trash can, and then said thoughtfully: "It seems to be."

"Forget it, let's have steamed buns with mustard for lunch today."

With a sigh, Ji Qinglin went to the kitchen and took out the bag of mustard mustard from the Wujiang River.

Xia Yao tasted a green pepper again without giving up, and her expression became even uglier.

Seeing her depressed look, Ji Qinglin comforted her by saying that she would work harder next time, and then invited her to eat mustard.

The two had a brief lunch and went downstairs again.

……

The sun at noon is so warm that it is always easy to make people sleepy.

Yawning, Ji Qinglin twitched his chin, lowered his eyes, and stared at the sparsely populated alley.

Xia Yao sat beside him quietly, with her legs crossed, and wiped Ren Huang carefully.

Ever since she had the job of wiping swords, she would hold Renhuang to wipe her if she had nothing to do.

Anyway, this sword is not bad, so Ji Qinglin let her do it.

"I'll squint for a while, if someone comes, call me."

Instructing Xia Yao, Ji Qinglin still fell down without holding on, feeling the warmth of the noon, and fell into a drowsy sleep.

The phoenix eyes paused on him for a second, and Xia Yao looked at the Human Emperor Sword again.

The breeze blows quietly.

There was an unknowingly more tranquility between the two of them.

Just when Ji Qinglin started dreaming, two foreigners, a man and a woman, walked in one after the other.

The two taller people blocked the light from the doorway as soon as they entered.

Xia Yao took Renhuang's hand away, quickly drew back her sword, stood up and looked towards the door.

The man noticed her movements sharply.

Glancing at her hand, she greeted her with a smile in broken Chinese.

"Hello, let's go shopping."

Vigilant eyes swept over this strange-looking man, Xia Yao thought of Ji Qinglin's advice, stretched out her finger, and poked him on the shoulder.

But Ji Qinglin seemed to have fallen asleep, he was poked by Xia Yao, but there was no reaction.

Xia Yao frowned and her eyes drifted to Ji Qinglin's ribs.

This time, she simply stretched out two fingers, aimed at Ji Qinglin's ribs, and poked them hard.

"Hiss... Fuck! Which idiot poked me?"

Trembling with pain and itchiness, Ji Qinglin's dream was directly poked, and she sat up straight cursing.

Touching the place where he was poked with one hand, he looked around angrily.

As a result, when he turned his gaze, he met Xia Yao's angry eyes.

"You... Are you scolding me? What do you mean by being a fool?"

"..."

Swallowing, Ji Qinglin remembered his advice before going to bed, knew he was wrong, and shook his head with a smile: "No, I didn't scold you, I scolded the person in my dream."

"It's too wicked to steal my money..."

(End of this chapter)

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