Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

In fact, there is no such thing as spicy in the human sense of taste. Spicy is actually a kind of pain, which is stimulated by chemical substances and forms a sensation similar to burning stimulation in the brain. It means that everyone has a different feeling for spicy food, some people are more sensitive, while some people are slower, which means that some people are afraid of spicy food, while others are not afraid of spicy food.

Having said so much, I just want to prove that even if Hotch's eyes are red from a mouthful of boiled fish, it only means that his cells are more sensitive to stimulation.

Hmm, more sensitive.

Does not represent anything else.

Wu Cong put the fried fried shrimp fresh out of the pan on the table, glanced at Hotch who was covering his mouth and coughing, and kindly brought him a carton of milk from the refrigerator.

Hotch didn't even want to take the milk in front of him and pour it down in one gulp. The cold and mellow milk quickly relieved the burning sensation in his mouth. Dansha bit the tip of his chopsticks and looked at Hotch pityingly, and secretly transferred the boiled fish to his face.

Since Uncle Hotch can't eat spicy food, let's exchange my Dinghu Shangsu with him.

——No matter how complicated and labor-intensive Dinghu Shangsu looks, no matter how colorful it looks, in the final analysis, it is just a plate of mushrooms of different varieties, or mushrooms without any seasoning.

Dansha thinks that boiled fish is more suitable for his appetite.

Wu Cong didn't care about Dansha's little trick, he thoughtfully handed Hotch two tissues, feeling a little better when the other side was red-faced (being hot).

"A Lang..." Dan Sha glanced at Wu Cong's face, and said tremblingly, "Come and eat..."

Wu Cong wiped his hands on the apron: "There are two more dishes, wait."

Hearing this, Dansha's small face instantly collapsed, and she sighed sadly.

Two dishes, that two is an imaginary number...

Hotch patted Dansha reassuringly, he could also see that something was wrong with Wu Cong, his face was cold and his tone was indifferent, he lowered his head while cutting vegetables with a kitchen knife as if he was competing with something, he groaned overwhelmed when he went down the cutting board with the knife, It was heart-wrenching to hear.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Dansha picked up the chopsticks and stuffed them into her mouth. At the same time, she didn't forget to put a few chopsticks in Hotch's bowl. She didn't forget to pick the one that wasn't particularly spicy. Hotch, who still had some lingering fear, looked at some red vegetables in the bowl, and made up his mind to pick some up and put them in his mouth.

Vegetables that are steamed until they are overcooked exude the original sweet aroma of vegetables, cut into thin strands, and fully absorb the sweet and mellow aroma of the broth, thus naturally bringing out a bit of the unique warm taste of meat, and I don’t know how steamed it is No matter how long it takes, it can still maintain a distinct appearance on the plate, but when it reaches the mouth, it suddenly melts into a thick soup, and the taste that has been stored for a long time explodes on every taste bud.

I was completely imagining the delicious taste above, and Hotch recollected the taste carefully. In fact, the boiled fish just now is not bad, but for Westerners who have always had a light taste, the boiled fish sprinkled with peppers is a bit too exciting up.

If it wasn't because the smell of the food completely overwhelmed the spicy smell of the boiled fish, he wouldn't have mistook the chili soup for tomato soup, and the mentality of eating fish fillets in tomato sauce was overwhelmed by the terrible spicy taste. His face was blurred.

Wu Cong used up all the stock in the refrigerator to cool off his anger, but as Dan Sha said, when he calmed down and looked at the last Dongpo pork in the pot, the oily thick red sauce was fully awakened. He regrets what he just did.

As if he had no brains, he cooked all the food reserves for more than a week, and wasted most of the day in the kitchen. To be honest, he was almost not interested in the dishes he made. Looking at the oily shine on Dongpo meat, Smelling the aroma mixed with seasonings and meat completely spoiled his poor appetite.

Why on earth did this kind of thing come out... Pour the meat from the pot into the plate, Wu Cong sighed softly, feeling that although the anger just now subsided, some kind of emotion that made him even more suffocated emerged.

If it weren't for his upbringing to tell him not to waste food, maybe the meat on the plate would have been dumped into the trash can.

Can't waste food... As a result, he made a lot of things that he didn't want to eat for no reason...

The more I think about it, the more I get frustrated...

Walking out of the kitchen with a plate in hand, the scene that greeted his eyes eased his mood a little—a lot of food on the table had been eaten, and Hotch and Dansha, one big and one small, sat at the table and ate hard.

Looking up and seeing Wu Cong coming out with the food, Dan Sha hastily said loudly: "A Lang cooks the best food!" While saying that, she kicked Hotch hard, because of her height, she happened to kick Hotch's knee. , which happened to be close to the wound pierced by shrapnel.

Hiss——Hotch took a low breath, and then straightened his expression and said solemnly: "It's delicious." Apart from the fact that the quantity is too large, it is undeniable that the taste is really impeccable, and there is nothing to say about the whole table. A dozen or twenty dishes, as a normal adult man, his limit is three to four dishes, but it seems that the delicate and small Dansha can finish almost ten dishes by himself, which reminds him of the big and thick little girl. long prototype.

For a giant python that long, it is normal to eat so many things.

"As long as you like it." Wu Cong put down the plate, took off his apron and sat on the seat to pick up two chopsticks for himself. He really didn't have any appetite. As an old rice dumpling who had been dead for a thousand years, he had already He has been able to do bigu for a long time, and he is not a person who pays attention to appetite. As time goes by, he is not very able to distinguish whether he is good or bad.

Judging by the appearance of Dansha and Hotch, it should not be unpalatable.

"It's very delicious!" Dansha plucked Wu Cong with all her strength, trying to make her Alang's mood turn from sunny to cloudy, "I like to eat Alang's cooking the most!"

Hotch said a few words of praise with a stern face before Dansha's foot came into contact with his wound again. Dansha's kick was not strong, but a little painful. The healing speed is definitely a world record. The shrapnel was just taken out yesterday and the wound was still fresh. After a night of sleep, the scab has converged and is close to recovery today.

The compliments of the two were wholehearted, and they basically cleaned up the table with great force, so when the dishes were being cleaned, Wu Cong's face had completely cleared and showed his usual gentle smile.

Dansha touched her swollen belly and rubbed it. Based on the mentality that Hotch knew her prototype anyway, the little girl reverted to the appearance of the red python and rolled on the ground limply. It was so full it was about to overflow.

So supportive QAQ Dansha rested his head on Hotch's knee, and rubbed the tip of his tail weakly against his calf.

Relatively speaking, Hotch, who is in moderation, is not too strong. Seeing the boa constrictor humming and chirping on his knees is really pitiful. After doing enough mental construction, he sat on the sofa with cinnabar in his arms, and stretched the long boa constrictor. Lay it out on the sofa, and rub it clumsily from the head to the tail, hoping to help her relieve some discomfort.

It is most comfortable to rub your stomach when you are eating.Dansha squinted her big black bean-like eyes, flicked her tail, rolled up the TV remote control, turned on the TV and tuned to her favorite channel, and stretched out comfortably on the sofa, the letter spit out from her mouth. Thought she was strangled to death.

Wu Cong handed over the bowls and chopsticks to the paper puppet, and when he came back, he happened to see the two of them looking so relaxed. It wasn't that strange Japanese program on TV. It was not yet three o'clock in the afternoon, and Dansha was between twelve o'clock and three o'clock. My favorite is a wizarding children's program on British TV, which talks about some strange historical customs and historical figures, and at the same time popularizes the habits of monsters and how to deal with emergencies. It is said that the model is copied from ordinary people's children's programs. Once broadcast It was warmly welcomed.

After all, anecdotes such as "the current Minister of Magic Harry Potter once received a love letter praising his eyes like pickled toads" are hard for the general public to know.

Wu Cong raised the corners of his lips slightly, picked up Dansha's tail to make room for himself, and sat on the sofa with Hotch from left to right while watching TV while rubbing Dansha's stomach.

Well, that location should be the belly.