【Rebirth】Late Cool

Zhou Xiangwan entered Wu Liang's house, feeling a little nervous.He glanced roughly at the hall, and sat on the sofa, a little cramped.

Wu Liang's home is minimalist and cold, with no extra decorations. If it weren't for the warm orange floor lamp in the corner to ease the cold and hard decoration style, this room would seem unreasonable.

Zhou Xiangwan is actually a little strange. Judging from Wu Liang's life experience, he should be a person who desperately longs for family warmth. Why is the decoration style of his home like this?unless……

"Young Master Zhou, is it okay to eat noodles?" Wu Liang asked as he came out of the kitchen wearing a blue apron, shaking the drops of water on his hand.

"Okay, okay, I am very happy to have something to eat."

Unless, Zhou Xiangwan watched Wu Liang into the kitchen in a daze, he was ready to leave at any time.

When a person does not feel a sense of belonging to a place, he will not be emotionally invested in it, and he will not bother to dress up.

Thinking of this, Zhou Xiangwan walked slowly into the kitchen, leaned against the door, and watched quietly without making a sound.

Wu Liang heard the voice and thought that Zhou Xiangwan felt embarrassed and wanted to help.He even typed up the rejection draft.But I didn't expect Zhou Xiangwan to just stand by and not even say a word, just like an ancient supervisor watching a long-term worker at work, putting Wu Liang under a lot of pressure.

Poor Zhou Xiangwan is immersed in his sea-like atmosphere and cannot extricate himself, Wu Liang is now so nervous that he can't even hold the pot firmly.

"Young Master Zhou, do you have any taboos?" Wu Liang finally couldn't bear the weird silence, and asked with his back to Zhou Xiangwan.

"Well," Zhou Xiangwan came back to his senses, "I should have said that I would eat anything, but it would be better if you could leave out the onion, ginger, and garlic."

"it is good."

The awkward chat is over, and everything returns to the original point.Zhou Xiangwan still stood by the door and acted as a dedicated behind-the-scenes spirit.

Wu Liang speeded up invisibly. He took out the tomato and prepared to cut a few slices for decoration before finishing the supper.

I heard that the crown prince has some strange suspicions. Is he worried that I will be poisoned... This is Wu Liang's frenzied speculation in a cold sweat in Daqiu.

If he cuts his hand, do I have to put his hand in my mouth like on TV?Wouldn't that be a mouthful of blood? What's going on with the TV series... Here is the theater in the brain of senior drama friend Zhou Xiangwan.

But after all, it is an urban drama, and none of the above ideas happened, and all the food was packed into beautiful large bone china noodle bowls in an orderly manner.

Wu Liang wrapped the steaming noodles in a bowl with a wet towel, and took the noodles out of the kitchen without looking sideways. Zhou Xiangwan took small steps and sat obediently on the table following the scent left in the air, holding Holding his chopsticks, he swallowed without a trace.

The stomach was protesting, urging him to eat quickly, but the hands were refusing, reluctant to put down the chopsticks.

The soft and translucent thin noodles are curled up under the white thick soup. The edge of the poached egg is specially fried to a caramel chocolate color, but the yolk is bright and yellow, so tender that it is tender and watery. Like the smoky sunset glow at dusk, the water vapor spreads, bringing the deliciousness of fish and the mellow aroma of pork bones.

Zhou Xiangwan recalled the dark dishes he made by himself in the past, and his eyes were about to shoot stars. It was simply, is Wu Liang a living god of cooking among the people?

Zhou Xiangwan turned his head, speculating that it would take a while for Wu Liang to go to the toilet, quickly took out his mobile phone, and took several pictures, making sure that his hands were not blurred for a while, and then he went down with infinite worship to the great god chopsticks.