Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

"Dawali, while we eat, I will give you the detailed rules of our track and field events."

Natasha took the chopsticks from the cook, tucked her hair, and said with a smile that she was there to deliver the latest news about the track and field events.

However, the thoughtful Jiang Xifeng sensed something strange behind Natasha's seemingly relaxed expression.

Although Natasha's words were fluent and natural, Jiang Xifeng's keen intuition told her that there must be some unknown secret hidden in it.

As Natasha continued to tell the details of the competition, Jiang Xifeng's doubts deepened. She began to carefully observe Natasha's every move, every word, and the subtle changes in her eyes.

Gradually, an indescribable sense of crisis hung over Jiang Xifeng's heart like a dark cloud.

It felt like a war without gunpowder was approaching quietly, but she couldn't see where the enemy was hiding. Every communication with Natasha was like groping in the dark, and if she was not careful, she might fall into an abyss from which there was no return.

Jiang Xifeng tried to stay calm and tried to find flaws or clues in Natasha's words. But the other party seemed to be prepared and answered without any loopholes. But the more she did this, the more uneasy Jiang Xifeng felt, like a fish bone stuck in her throat, making her extremely uncomfortable.

The look he gave Natasha was naturally and inevitably filled with hostility.

As the instigator, Li Weijun was naturally aware of the open and secret struggles between the two women, but there was nothing he could do. Natasha really couldn't get clear with him. Although it was a private matter and could not be discussed openly, he was ultimately in the wrong first.

It was completely normal for Jiang Xifeng to have some suspicions. If she had to blame anyone, she could only blame Zhang Yunzhen. If it weren't for this guy being so smart, he would have called Natasha and asked her to come over for an encounter with him.

I wouldn't be in the situation of being caught between the two of them today. Both the palms and the back of my hands are made of flesh, it's just that one is a domestic flower and the other is a wild flower.

Li Weijun had a good idea of ​​which side to be close to, so he coughed and hugged Jiang Xifeng intimately, patiently comforting her: "It's okay, eat, don't let outsiders laugh at you."

Seeing that Li Weijun was obviously biased towards her, Jiang Xifeng felt warm at heart. She looked into Natasha's eyes and, as if to declare her sovereignty, she deliberately thrust her chest forward.

Natasha also felt unhappy about Li Weijun's biased behavior. You know, Li Weijun said a lot of sweet words to her that night, but today during breakfast, not to mention talking much to her, he actually deliberately supported Jiang Xifeng. Isn't this just for fun?

So she pursed her lips, stopped looking at Jiang Xifeng, and started eating her breakfast. She ordered a few dishes at random, including spicy soup, fried dough sticks, tea eggs, and a bowl of steaming hot dry noodles.

This fragrant and mouth-watering hot dry noodles is cooked by Li Weijun himself.

There is really no other way! The apartment is equipped with those skilled cooks, including the imperial chef who once served in the palace. They are very good at making some exquisite Chinese dishes. Even the common breakfasts can be made by them in a very good way, with good color, fragrance and taste.

However, the cooking skills of these cooks mostly tend towards northern cuisine.

Due to geographical factors, Li Weijun's breakfast taste on weekdays tends to be more southern, especially spicy soup and hot dry noodles.

So, when he was about to make breakfast today, he specially asked the cooks, but he was disappointed - it turned out that no one in the entire apartment knew how to cook spicy soup and hot dry noodles.

No one knew how to make it, but Li Weijun was so greedy that he didn't care about anything else. He simply tied an apron on himself and taught everyone how to make hot dry noodles and spicy soup in a very strict manner.

Although he has not received any formal training, as the saying goes, long illness makes one a doctor, and the same is true for Hu La Tang. Li Weijun eats a lot of Hu La Tang for breakfast, so he is very familiar with making Hu La Tang and hot dry noodles. He cuts the beef into pieces, adds seasonings, bean curd skin, enoki mushrooms, and small pieces of tofu, and simmers for about half an hour, then the spicy and delicious Hu La Tang is ready.

Speaking of hot dry noodles, it is really simple and quick to make. You just need to knead the dough, roll it into a thin and evenly thick dough, and then cut it into long thin noodles.

The next step is the key step - blanching. Put the noodles in boiling water and cook for a while. When they become soft and elastic, quickly remove them, drain the water, and put them in the prepared large bowl.

First, sprinkle a handful of fresh green chopped coriander on the noodles to let the fresh aroma hit your nose; then add a few spoonfuls of red oil to add a touch of bright color and rich spicy flavor to the whole bowl of noodles. Of course, various seasonings are also indispensable, such as salt, chicken essence, soy sauce, etc.

Finally, gently peel off two freshly cooked tea eggs and carefully place them on the steaming hot dry noodles. Use chopsticks or a spoon to mix all the ingredients thoroughly, so that each noodle is covered with fresh and fragrant seasonings and red oil. This way, a bowl of delicious hot dry noodles is ready.

Take a bite of hot dry noodles, chew a tea egg, and then drink a bowl of spicy soup. It tastes so delicious in the harsh and cold winter.

Natasha, who usually only eats buttered bread or black bread with milk for breakfast, has never tasted such a Chinese meal. After just scooping a spoonful of Hu La Tang, her eyes almost lit up.

I exclaimed that it was delicious and without thinking too much, I scooped a few more spoonfuls of the Hu La Tang, which I found spicy and satisfying.

Li Weijun on the side hurriedly reminded: "Comrade Natasha, don't just drink the spicy soup, eat the noodles. If you don't eat the noodles, they will clump together and won't taste good."

As soon as these words came out, Li Weijun realized that something was wrong. Sure enough, Jiang Xifeng, who was smiling, suddenly became cold as ice. She pinched the fat on Zhang Yang's waist with her bare hands and said with a fake smile: "What does it have to do with you if they eat? I think you are worrying about nothing. Whether the hot dry noodles are clumpy or not is their business. What does it have to do with you?"

"Well, I'm just giving you a friendly reminder. After all, I cooked the hot dry noodles and spicy soup. If Natasha doesn't like the taste, it will bring shame to our signature breakfast."

Li Weijun made up an excuse to fool people, but he regretted it secretly. As the saying goes, "Misfortune comes from the mouth, and disease comes from the mouth." He was almost tortured by Jiang Xifeng again.

Natasha obviously didn't notice the movement under the table. She used chopsticks clumsily, chewing hot dry noodles and drinking spicy soup. She gave a thumbs up and said, "Dawali's, it tastes delicious. Chinese food tastes very good, better than butter bread and black bread!"

"That's for sure. The people in Western Europe are so pitiful. What good things can they eat? Just some black bread, bacon, buttered bread and so on."