Start with the Almighty Game

Chapter 6 Cooking
Carried things into the door.

After Yan Zhun changed into his slippers, he walked towards the kitchen and said to Zhao Ranran: "You can live in the room before me. I didn't know you were coming until I got off work, and I didn't have time to clean it up. Wait a while and see what's missing. I'll get it for you again."

Before moving, Zhao Ranran often came to play with Yan Zhun's house with her parents. After listening to Yan Zhun's words, she didn't say a word. She went to the bedroom facing south by herself, and closed the door behind her with a bang.

Yan Zhun came out of the kitchen and took a look at the closed door of the bedroom, and didn't care about Zhao Ranran's petty temper.

He went to the balcony with his mobile phone, closed the door, called his mother, and reported that the task was successfully completed.

Yan Zhun's mother was very happy, and told him on the phone: "You are a brother, and you usually give way to Ran Ran and don't quarrel with her. If she wants to eat, you can buy her. If you are short of money, tell me, I give you."

Yan Zhun couldn't laugh or cry: "Don't worry, I'm old enough to still quarrel with her. I have money, I don't need you to give it to me."

Yan Zhun's mother gave a few more instructions before hanging up the phone.

Yan Zhun went back to the room and changed his clothes. When he came out, he glanced at the closed door opposite him, hesitated for a moment, and knocked on the door anyway.

"Why?" Zhao Ran ran over to open the door with her slippers on, frowning and glaring at Yan Zhun.

When Yan Zhun saw her attitude, he wanted to say something, but the words came to his lips, and when he thought of the fucking advice, he swallowed them again.

"Besides pot-packed meat, do you have any other dishes you want to eat?"

Zhao Ranran gave Yan Zhun a squinting look: "Are you really planning to cook? As far as your skills are concerned, do you know anything else besides instant noodles? That's fine, don't worry about it, I'll be hungry and eat biscuits later, you I definitely won’t eat the cooked food! I’m afraid I’ll be poisoned to death by you!”

The relationship between the two families is too close, and they know each other well. Yan Zhun's mother is diligent and capable, grasping inside and out, and the two men in the family are used to being indifferent.

Yan Zhun said angrily: "Okay, just learn from you. I can figure it out myself. After dinner is ready, I'll call you again."

These women are all virtuous!
When you don't speak, it's quite pleasant to see all the flowers blooming. But when you speak, you can make people vomit blood!

Yan Zhun didn't feel like arguing with Zhao Ranran any more, so he turned around and went into the kitchen after he finished his confession.

He has never cooked before. He used to live with his parents, and his mother made three meals a day. Later, he lived by himself, and only occasionally got tired of takeaway during weekend breaks, so he would cook a meal by himself.But they are all simple ones, like scrambled eggs with persimmons, scrambled eggs with cucumber slices, cooked without burning in the pan, and can be eaten.

But it's different now, he has a full-level culinary skill, and as long as he thinks about it a little, the feeling will come up, whether it's matching dishes, or chopping and shredding, he can do it at his fingertips.

Pot-roasted pork, shrimp in tomato sauce, fish-flavored shredded pork, stir-fried mutton with green onions, seaweed and egg drop soup.

Four dishes and one soup are enough for two people.

Zhao Ranran locked herself in the room, read the book absent-mindedly for a while, and couldn't help flipping through it.

This room used to be Yan Zhun's room. When she was young, she could follow her in and play for a while. When she grew up, Yan Zhun didn't need to kick her out, she knew to avoid suspicion.

It's still the same single bed, half-new desk, wardrobe, and two pots of crab claws on the window sill. The flowers are gone, but the flower pots are still there. Everywhere I look is familiar and kind.

Zhao Ranran didn't know what was wrong in her mind, she felt a little soft all of a sudden, through the door she could faintly hear the sound of cooking in the kitchen, and the strong smell of food wafted in, it smelled really good.

Zhao Ranran couldn't stay still anymore, and wanted to see what Yan Zhun had done to the kitchen.

Zhao Ranran went into the kitchen and took a look. There was oily smoke wafting from inside, and the aroma was compelling.

Yan Zhun's cooking posture is extremely professional, the knife skills of shredding and slicing are meticulous and neat, holding the pot with his strong arms, and the dishes are evenly and brightly turned, horizontally three vertically four, left five and right six, quite rhythmic.

Zhao Ranran sniffed, the sweet and sour taste of the soup wrapped in the pot-wrapped meat, it smelled really good.

Yan Zhun's head of vegetables was out of the pot, and as soon as he turned around, he saw Zhao Ranran approaching him at some point, and trying to reach out to grab the pot of meat.

"Snapped!"

Yan Zhun slapped Zhao Ranran back without thinking, with a smile on his face: "Have you washed your hands? Just come over and eat! Don't you want to eat biscuits tonight?"

Zhao Ranran was used to choking on him, so she retorted angrily: "Rare! It's just a show! Otherwise, why don't you dare let me taste it?"

Yan Zhun didn't fall for the aggressive method at all, and said with a smile: "That's right, it's just that they look good, so you eat your biscuits, and I can eat these dishes by myself in a while, I don't need your help to taste them."

Zhao Ranran stomped her feet angrily, and wanted to turn around and go back to the house, but her eyes were fixed on the few dishes, and she couldn't move.

She felt as if she had been possessed by an evil spirit. Why did this dish look so appetizing and smell so delicious!
Yan Zhun brought the food to the table, filled a bowl of rice for himself, and ignored Zhao Ranran.

When Zhao Ranran saw that he was coming for real, she couldn't stand it anymore, and no matter what the face was, she hurriedly got the bowl and chopsticks for herself, served the meal, ignored Yan Zhun's teasing gaze, and ate with a dull head.

Yan Zhun aimed at Zhao Ranran, and asked, "Ran Ran, how is this pot of meat wrapped in meat better than the family one?"

Zhao Ranran buried her face in the bowl and vigorously grilled vegetables and rice, muttering, "Mmm, it's delicious!"

Yan Zhun himself tasted each dish, and it was indeed delicious.

The meat in the pot is crispy on the outside, sweet and sour, the meat inside is tender, and the sauce is just right; the shrimp in tomato sauce is juicy and juicy, oily but not greasy; Smooth and delicious, fresh and not smelly.

After several dishes, drink a bowl of refreshing and delicious seaweed egg drop soup, which will leave a lasting aftertaste.

Zhao Ranran ate most of the pan-wrapped meat and tomato shrimp, fish-flavored shredded pork for bibimbap, couldn't resist adding another bowl of rice, and ate up the rest of the scallion-stir-fried mutton, and finally leaned on the back of the chair contentedly , holding a sip of seaweed egg drop soup, the appetite is excellent.

She was talking to herself, with a contented voice in her voice: "Brother, when did you learn this skill? This is so delicious! I have never eaten such a delicious meal, just this green onion, I usually You don’t eat it at all, but what you cook is delicious!”

Yan Zhun smiled and said, "Is it delicious?"

Zhao Ranran nodded vigorously: "It's delicious, very delicious!"

Yan Zhun asked, "Do you still want to eat in the future?"

Zhao Ranran replied without thinking: "I want to eat! I really want to eat! Brother, you can cook for me from now on. I will mess with you!"

Yan Zhun laughed and said, "Okay, let's do the dishes."

It's rare for Zhao Ranran not to talk back and be lazy. He eats happily and is in a good mood. Just wash the dishes. As long as he can eat such delicious food, it doesn't seem so uncomfortable to do some work.

(End of this chapter)