Start with the Almighty Game

Chapter 5 Cooking Skills

Zhao Ranran is the daughter of Yan Zhun's mother's best friend.

I am 16 years old and a sophomore in high school.

The two families used to be neighbors, and the relationship has always been good, and they even recognized each other as godfathers and godmothers.

A few years ago, Zhao Ranran's family had a door to get house tickets for moving back and forth, so Yan Zhun's family also took advantage of the light to go to the outer ring to buy a new house.

After the new house came down, Zhao Ranran's family moved there first because the second campus of the school where Zhao Ranran was studying was near the new house.

In the spring of this year, Yan Zhun's parents moved in to make room for his wedding, and the two became neighbors again.

The new house is too far away from the city center. Zhao Ranran attends a cram school in the Cultural Palace during the summer vacation, and it is inconvenient to commute to and from get out of class. Her mother consulted with Yan Zhun's mother, and handed Zhao Ranran to Yan Zhun's hands to take care of her.

Anyway, the relationship between the two families is good, and the two children grew up together, and they are no different from siblings. Yan Zhun was asked to take care of Zhao Ranran, and the two families were at ease, but Yan Zhun was not very happy.

Don't look at Zhao Ranran calling him brother, but in fact he doesn't deal with him at all in private.

When she was a child, because of Zhao Ranran's flat nose, small eyes and dark skin, Yan Zhun thought she was ugly, so he didn't want to talk to her.

When she grew up, it was because Zhao Ranran was in the rebellious period of youth, and her temper came up. Even her parents dared to contradict her, and Yan Zhun didn't want to provoke her.

After hanging up his mother's phone call, Yan Zhun had no choice but to put on his shoes again and drive to the Cultural Palace to pick him up.

When he arrived at the place, Yan Zhun stopped the car and called Zhao Ranran.

When the phone was connected, Yan Zhun asked, "Where are you?"

Zhao Ranran's voice was crisp and clear: "At the gate, come here."

Yan Zhun looked for him, and if Zhao Ranran hadn't seen him coming towards him first, he almost didn't recognize him.

There is no need to wear a school uniform during the holidays. Zhao Ranran is wearing a tight-fitting T-shirt and matching a short skirt, showing two straight and slender legs. On a hot day, her hair is hanging down and a few strands are highlighted.

Yan Zhun looked at Zhao Ranran, who was wearing light makeup on his face and had an exquisite figure, and suddenly felt a little strange, as if the little girl in his memory who fell into the coal pile and couldn't be found without bothering to pick it up, grew up all of a sudden.

How about covering all ugliness for nothing, Zhao Ranran is dressed like this, except for his normal facial features, his temperament is not picky, his cold brows and cold eyes look quite individual, he should be a boy of their age would like the type.

It's a pity that when Zhao Ranran spoke, his demeanor and temperament were ruined.

She frowned and looked at Yan Zhun with a look of reluctance: "What's the matter, do you really want me to live with you?"

Yan Zhun: "Your godmother explained it herself."

After finishing speaking, he reached out to take Zhao Ranran's heavy schoolbag, and carefully sized up Zhao Ranran's face, which resembled her father's. The appearance of the flat nose and small eyes is quite attractive.

Yan Zhun worriedly thought in his heart, no matter what, at least he should keep his eyes open, and bear with other things if he can bear it. After all, Zhao Ranran's parents really didn't pick him up since he was a child.

On the way back, Yan Zhun turned the car around and ran towards the supermarket on the left street.

He lives alone recently, and he has always ordered takeaway or made a bucket of instant noodles for dinner at night, but today when Zhao Ranran came over, he, the older brother, must entertain him.

Zhao Ranran didn't speak a word along the way, she kept a straight face, obviously she didn't want to go back with Yan Zhun, nor did she want to live with Yan Zhun.

Yan Zhun turned the car to the parking lot at the entrance of the supermarket, Zhao Ranran turned to look at the entrance of the supermarket in front of him, and asked in surprise, "Do you want to buy something?"

Yan Zhun explained: "There is no food at home, come and buy some."

Zhao Ranran frowned, but didn't say anything, and followed him out of the car.

When he arrived at the vegetable section, Yan Zhun was a little eager to try it out. He wanted to see how much experience points the sub-professional skill of cooking could gain, and he also wanted to try what kind of food he could cook with a full-level cooking skill.

Yan Zhun was in a good mood, and he talked more. While picking vegetables, he asked Zhao Ranran casually: "Do you have any vegetables you want to eat? Anything is fine."

Zhao Ranran's eyes widened: "No, you want to go back and cook?"

Yan Zhun chose a few coriander plants that looked very fresh, put them in bags and put them in the shopping cart: "Well, you can rest assured to order, I will do it."

Zhao Ranran looked helpless: "It's just you, still cooking? Pull it down, don't drug me to death. Brother, you should invite me to eat Japanese food! I have been thinking about it for a long time .”

Yan Zhun pushed the cart over to pick tomatoes: "What kind of Japanese food do you eat? Seafood is hairy and prone to acne. How about I make you a pot of meat? Isn't it your favorite food?"

Zhao Ranran had no choice but to lower his requirements: "Okay, let's not eat Japanese food, let's have a family feast? His family's pot-packed meat is the most authentic."

Yan Zhun was planning to cook a few more dishes in the evening, so that he could know whether the experience value increased according to the number of dishes cooked, or three meals a day.

Hearing this, he replied absent-mindedly: "What I do is no worse than that of the family carnival. If you don't believe me, you can try it later and you will know."

Zhao Ranran was furious: "Why are you so picky! Didn't you just treat me to a meal?"

Yan Zhun didn't get used to her, and snorted coldly: "I'm just picky, you can go home if you don't want to eat. But let's make it clear first, you go and explain to your mother yourself!"

Although Zhao Ranran was a little rebellious and was used to fighting with Yan Zhun, but she was still very afraid of her mother.Otherwise, she wouldn't be obedient and move here to live in Yan Zhun's place. She is not as comfortable in her own home as someone who lives under the fence.

From childhood to adulthood, whenever Yan Zhun wanted to deal with her, he would bring out her mother to threaten her, but she didn't dare to make her mother angry, so she could only grit her teeth and bear it.

Yan Zhun spent a long time shopping in the supermarket, and besides vegetables, eggs, meat and seafood, he also bought a lot of seasonings.He didn't pay attention to some of them, but when he thought about them, various dishes suitable for each seasoning appeared in front of his eyes. He bought all the seasonings that could be used according to the dishes he wanted to cook.

After buying all the things that should be bought, Yan Zhun glanced at Zhao Ranran who was pouting and sulking behind him. This girl will live with him from now on, so don't make the relationship too rigid if she doesn't look at the monk's face and the Buddha's face.

Yan Zhun took the initiative to ask: "Do you want to drink any drinks? I'll go and line up first, and bring them over after you finish choosing."

Zhao Ranran snorted coldly, turned her head and ran away without being polite.

When Yan Zhun was about to line up, Zhao Ranran came back with two cans of beer and two bottled cocktails.

She put the wine in the shopping cart, and when she was about to speak, Yan Zhun slapped her on the head.

"What are you doing!"

Zhao Ranran protested.

Yan Zhun stretched out his hand to pick out the wine: "Are you an adult, kid, what wine do you want?"

"Who stipulates that you can't drink alcohol if you are underage! I drink it at home!!"

Zhao Ranran stretched out his hand and tried to snatch it back, but Yan Zhun slapped his hand again.

"Okay, you can call your mother now. As long as she nods, I will pay the bill immediately."

Yan Zhun uttered a threatening word lightly, pushed the cart forward, and when he was in the queue, he began to take things from the cart to the counter.

On the way home, Zhao Ranran was so angry that he didn't say a word to Yan Zhun.

Yan Zhun was happy and quiet, and ignored her.

(End of this chapter)