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The next day was Ji Huaiyuan's chef, Ye Ya didn't expect anything, he walked to the restaurant as if he was dead.

Ji Huaiyuan was wearing an apron, and he was walking to the dining table with a big bowl, when he heard the noise, he raised his eyes and looked at Ye Ya, "Here you come? It's time for dinner, you go wash your hands first."

Ye Ya let out an "oh", and stretched her head forward, trying to take a look at what was in the bowl.

"The noodles are cooked." Ji Huaiyuan caught a glimpse of Ye Ya's movements, and before Ye Ya could see clearly, he replied first.

In front of me was a large bowl of noodles in clear soup. There were a few pieces of sea greens floating in the bowl. The noodles and soup were both white, and it seemed that there was not a drop of soy sauce, which looked bland and tasteless.

Ye Ya came back after washing his hands and couldn't believe his eyes. He looked at Ji Huaiyuan in astonishment, in disbelief: "Uncle Ji, when did your taste become so bland?"

Ji Huaiyuan acted as if he didn't hear him, he took the chopsticks and stirred the noodles in his bowl, staring thoughtfully: "Could it be too much cooking?"

"It seems a bit much." Ye Ya looked down at his full bowl, and he counted the leaves of vegetables, only five, tsk, he didn't seem to have much appetite.

"It's better to finish it as much as possible, don't waste it." Ji Huaiyuan went to get the old godmother, unscrewed the bottle cap, dug a large spoonful into the bowl, and then took chopsticks to stir it. In an instant, the clear soup noodles turned into red oil noodles.

Ye Ya stared at Youzi and nodded, yes, this is Ji Huaiyuan.

"I want an old godmother too!" Ye Ya stretched out his hand, and Ji Huaiyuan handed it to him, and he quickly dug out a spoonful, as if he had taken a life-saving pill.

However, sooner or later, the life-saving pill will not save Ji Huaiyuan's... face.

After Ye Ya took two bites, his face was wrinkled. He suspected that Ji Huaiyuan cooked the noodles in batches. Some noodles were too soft and broke when they were pinched, while some noodles were hard and not cooked at all. , Lao Ganma didn’t put too much, the soaked soup has a bit of taste, but the unsoaked juice is miserable, Ye Ya smashed it and wanted to taste what it was like, he thought for a while After a long time, it finally dawned on me.

——The feeling of bleach mixed with water.

Ye Ya put down her chopsticks and sighed softly, "Uncle Ji, how have you survived these decades?"

Ji Huaiyuan, who was about to drink soup with a spoon, raised his eyes when he heard the sound, "?"

"...Forget it, I know how you survived." Ye Ya said with his forehead supported.

Seeing Ji Huaiyuan's relish, he instantly understood.Ye Ya couldn't help but slander her, she really wasn't picky, it was so easy to support.

Ye Ya's mental activities were all expressed bluntly on his face. Ji Huaiyuan witnessed the whole process, his eyes became gloomy, his lips moved, and he said lightly: "We have to eat everything, we can't waste it."

Ye Ya: "..."

Why did he think it was... retaliation against him?

After Ye Ya finished eating this big bowl of noodles, she instantly felt that her life had been sublimated.

He rubbed his belly and stood up, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Ji Huaiyuan looked over coldly.

Ye Ya trembled inexplicably, and stuttered a little: "What... why? Why don't you let... go to the bathroom?"

"Remember to wash the dishes." Ji Huaiyuan also stood up and left the dining table.

Ye Ya squatted in the pit while playing with her mobile phone.

He casually browsed through the news, but he couldn't help wondering what Ji Huaiyuan's eyes meant just now.

The phone rang, and Zhang Le sent a message.

Zhang Le: Where the hell are you?what are you doing?Do you still want to hang out?

Ye Ya stopped thinking, frowned and replied to the message: I'm shitting.

Over there, Zhang Le happened to be touching his phone, and he almost died of anger when he saw the reply, so he sent a voice directly: "Fuck, I'm eating, what the hell are you talking about?"

Ye Ya was happy, and he also turned on the voice: "Brother Le, you are not such a fastidious person. If I show you the noodles I ate at noon, you will definitely lose your appetite."

"I heard from Tian Peng that you moved?" Zhang Le asked, "Where did you move?"

Ye Ya didn't want to tell him the address, so he laughed and laughed, "I'm moving to the city center, but I'm rich, and there are tens of millions of villas around."

"Hey, then you live in the garbage dump next to the villa, right?" Zhang Le has been in the society for several years and has the ability to read people's words. He knew that Ye Ya didn't want to say anything, so he just followed his words and made jokes.

After Ye Ya talked nonsense with Zhang Le, he squatted down and got up and pressed the flush button, saying, "Okay, I'll go out this afternoon."

Hearing the sound of flushing water over there, Zhang Le felt a sudden chill. He couldn't even eat anymore, so he immediately disappeared: he got 886.

Ye Ya put the phone in his trouser pocket, turned on the tap to wash his hands, stared at himself in the mirror, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

……Uncle Ji wouldn’t think that the reason he urinates after eating is because he doesn’t want the food to stay in his stomach for a second longer, right?

Ye Ya was stunned, he was just fed up!

Ye Ya felt a little guilty when he saw Ji Huaiyuan after he came out, and he didn't dare to look him directly, but he didn't know how to explain it.

Ji Huaiyuan was concentrating on making tea. It took a long time out of the corner of his eye to see Ye Ya standing aside with a constipated face. He put down the purple clay pot and asked, "What?"

"I'll make a fragrant pot tomorrow, the extra spicy one, will you eat it?" Ye Ya asked.

After deliberating, he still didn't know how to speak, so he just...be courteous.

There was a moment of surprise in Ji Huaiyuan's eyes, "You know how to make incense pot?"

"Yes." Ye Ya took out her mobile phone, waved it in front of Ji Huaiyuan's eyes, and said with a smile, "Just search for recipes online, it's quite simple."

Ji Huaiyuan nodded: "Okay, I'm looking forward to it."

Ye Ya breathed a sigh of relief.

He rubbed his head and laughed, and suddenly remembered that he had promised Zhang Le to go out in the afternoon. After thinking about it, he still wanted to obtain Ji Huaiyuan's consent symbolically, so he said, "Uncle Ji, can I go out to play later?"

Ji Huaiyuan took a sip of his tea and asked, "Why not?"

Ye Ya bent her eyes and smiled, "Then I'm leaving."

"Wait." Ji Huaiyuan suddenly stopped him.

Ye Ya turned back and looked at Ji Huaiyuan suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

Ji Huaiyuan put down his teacup unhurriedly, then went to the room and took out his wallet. He asked, "Do you want money?"

Such questioning is undoubtedly an insult to the dignity of the sensitive boarder, and the average adopter would definitely not say such a thing if he was considerate.

However, Ji Huaiyuan was not a gentle and considerate person. On the contrary, he always spoke directly without any other emotional overtones.

Fortunately, Ye Ya is not a sensitive and self-respecting person. His eyes lit up when he heard this sentence, and he said in disbelief: "Return the money? Yes! I want it!"

"How much?" Ji Huaiyuan asked.

Ye Ya licked his lips, thought for a while but didn't dare to ask for more, "One hundred?"

Ji Huaiyuan lowered his eyes and took out a hundred-yuan bill from his wallet, handed it to him and asked, "When are you coming back?"

"Should be back before dinner." Ye Ya asked, "What are you going to cook tonight?"

Ji Huaiyuan said, "Tea and rice."

Ye Ya smiled and waved: "Then I will come back tomorrow."

Ji Huaiyuan acted as if he didn't hear it. He took out another 100 yuan and said to Ye Ya, "Please bring me back a box of purple potato and taro balls."

Ye Ya took the money in shock, "So much money?"

"I'll give you the change." Ji Huaiyuan said.

Ye Ya was happy, and grinned grinningly: "That's a good thing!"