Accidentally wrote the review into a love letter

It's a pity that Li Xing's ambition was ruthlessly extinguished by Liao Yun before it was realized.

"You ordered the New Year's Eve dinner?" Li Xing stared slightly, "Tomorrow is Chinese New Year, why are you ordering so quickly?"

Liao Yun was a little innocent: "The New Year's Eve dinner has to be booked in advance, I'm already too late."

"What's the matter?" He glanced at the few ingredients left in the kitchen and was a little puzzled.

No matter how you look at it, these raw materials are not enough to make several dishes.

Li Xing shook his head: "Nothing."

It's just that he also ordered fresh vegetables to be delivered tomorrow.

The food in the store must be much better than the ones cooked by myself, and it's impossible for two people to have a decent New Year's Eve dinner for the New Year.

Thinking of this, Li Xing felt much better.

He rubbed his stomach, pretending to be relaxed and said, "Let's go, let's continue studying."

Liao Yun narrowed his eyes, took a deep look at him, opened the takeaway interface, looked at the dishes that had been ordered for a long time, and clicked cancel.

The next day is New Year's Eve.

Even though all the dishes he had planned to cook were all ruined, Li Xing's enthusiasm for the Chinese New Year still remained undiminished.

He leisurely followed Liao Yun to put up window grilles and couplets, learned the lesson from the video, and after clumsily making a few shapeless dumplings, he sighed and ordered Liao Yun to go to the refrigerator to get frozen dumplings.

Reluctantly, Li Xingyou put the dumplings he had made into the pot. After harvesting a pot of vegetable broth and messy dough, he finally shook his head and announced that he gave up completely.

He even added some oil to fry the remaining fillings into a dish, and served it directly on the table.

"Today's lunch, leek pork soup and shepherd's purse pork dumplings with leek fried pork." Li Xing read the name of the dish expressionlessly.

Liao Yun didn't hold back, and let out a "puchi" laugh.

Li Xing's face became even more numb.

He put down the water glass in his hand, and under Li Xing's indifferent gaze, he put a whole leek and pork dumpling into his mouth.

"It tastes good." He nodded, "It's especially suitable for those who want to lose weight."

"Xing Xing, you need to supplement your nutrition for the college entrance examination. It's better to eat something else."

It is a euphemism to say that it is not delicious to the extreme.

Li Xing frowned, and took a piece in disbelief. Sure enough, the taste was really weird.

It was not at all the taste of fried pork with leeks in his impression.

Although they said it was unpalatable and adhered to the slogan of not wasting food, the two of them added some seasonings and ate a plate of stuffing.

After dinner, Li Xing did his homework and Liao Yun washed the dishes as usual.

It's just that I don't know what's wrong, this time Liao Yun took a long time to wash the dishes, Li Xing has already finished half of the test paper, but he still hasn't come over.

Li Xing paused the timer, got up and opened the door, and the sound of "dong dong dong" downstairs sounded without rhythm.

The sound was noisy and strange, sometimes it was only heard after more than ten seconds, and sometimes it sounded again the next second.

It's also inexplicably familiar.

Curiously, Li Xing followed the sound and tiptoed downstairs, his intuition told him that the sound was probably made by Liao Yun.

Xunsheng walked through the living room and dining room, and walked into the kitchen. A slender figure stood in front of the stove, holding a knife in his right hand and cutting things one by one.

"Brother?" Li Xing walked up to him and looked at the cutting board.

On the square chopping board, there were two round carrots. Liao Yun held the knife and was seriously slicing them.

In the bowl next to it, there is also chopped ginger and garlic.

Standing against the wall in front is a half-stop teaching video.

"Why are you here?" Liao Yun put down the kitchen knife in his hand and coughed dryly.

"Why are you cooking all of a sudden?" He took the kitchen knife, and Liao Yun automatically gave up his seat.

He poked the pork ribs soaking in the pot with his chopsticks, and sighed: "It's not that the New Year's Eve dinner was ordered too late. The restaurant told me that there are only eight dishes, so I just want to cook a pork rib soup to accompany it."

He thought about it, and if he canceled the New Year's Eve dinner directly, in case the car overturned would look ugly, he ordered the smallest size again.

Liao Yun was happy for a moment when he saw the pork ribs that had been processed by the pork shop, but then his paws went numb when he saw the various seasonings in the teaching video.

The seasonings are available at home - after all, he bought a little of everything in a daze last time, but he really didn't expect to cut up so many things and throw them in.

When he saw that the garlic was about to be cut, he clicked to pause his work. After cutting the garlic and continued watching the video, he realized that he only needed to pat it with the back of the knife.

Regretted and suddenly realized, he took the back of the knife to slap Lao Jiang, but almost broke the knife.

Seeing Li Xing's sword skills are still much better than his own even though he is not very proficient, Liao Yun thought "I am a waste" for the first time.

After all the condiments were finally prepared, Li Xing handed over the stage to Liao Yun to play, and let the other party continue to follow the video to study his pork rib soup.

He looked around, looking at a large bag of meat and vegetables on the ground, and suddenly felt that he seemed to have forgotten something.

"Jingle Bell--"

Li Xing picked up the phone, and on the opposite side was the panting takeaway boy: "Hello, please come to the gate of the community and get your takeaway."

Li Xing: "Okay, thank you."

Come to think of it, the big bag of vegetables he forgot to cancel the order.

After hanging up the phone, the two looked at each other.

Liao Yun guessed what he bought, and said tactfully: "Do you want to call the delivery guy again?"

"...Forget it, it's not good to let people return the bought vegetables." Li Xing gave up on himself, "I'll take the trolley and bring them here."

Ten minutes later, the two fell into deep thought as they looked at the meat and vegetables on the table.

Liao Yun stared at the ribs at hand for a long time, then suddenly turned around with anticipation in his eyes:

"Xing Xing, your cooking skills must be able to solve all these, right?"

"Can you tell me about my cooking skills? Is your stomach okay?" Li Xing smiled wearily.

Liao Yun touched the eight-pack abs: "Actually, we can give them to children in Africa."

"...You can airlift the refrigerator to them too." Li Xing rolled his eyes.

He took out all the vegetables in the bag, picked them according to their type and size, reserved a part of each dish, and stuffed the rest into the refrigerator.

"Are these for tonight?"

Li Xing nodded heavily.

Liao Yun nodded, and resolutely canceled the eight-course New Year's Eve dinner just ordered today.

Li Xing watched his operations numbly, and suddenly felt that the burden on his body was much heavier.

Originally, he only planned to cook a few dishes to surprise Liao Yun, but now he has completed all the dishes for a table.

I don't know if this New Year's Eve will be the most memorable day in their lives, or the last day in their lives.

Fortunately, for things like cooking, as long as you learn the basic operating techniques, you can handle home-cooked dishes without any problem.

Liao Yun didn't have much talent for cooking, so he obediently stood aside and listened to Li Xing's instructions. The chef told him to wash the vegetables, and the chef told him to watch the fire.

From time to time, I greeted Haozi with a smile in the video chat.

Li Xing frantically turned off the fire to serve the dishes, and when he turned around, he saw someone holding up a selfie stick like a live broadcast, happily chatting with Haozi.

By the way, he waved his hand and showed him around the kitchen.

He suddenly became angry, and slapped Liao Yun on the back: "What are you playing! Go and wash the cabbage."

"Brother Xing, you also have today." Haozi gloated across the phone.

Finally, Brother Xing got a taste of his own National Day, Wu Haoda couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Even if it was written down in Li Xing's notebook, he was worth it.

Li Xing chopped off the root of the spinach with one knife, squinted at the phone: "Are you busy?"

"If you have nothing to do, go and get the comprehensive test paper, and I will let Liao Yun watch you write."

The knife in his hand shook slightly, and the silver light on the back of the knife made Haozi flustered, and he yelled unconvinced: "Brother Xing, why do you like to threaten me with homework just like my mother now!"

After finishing speaking, he secretly screamed that it was not good, and rushed down from the video.

Li Xing's hands froze: Does that mean I look like an old lady?

He sneered: "Wu Haoda, if I see you in the second class at the beginning of school, you will die."

"boom--"

The sharp kitchen knife was stably inserted into the cutting board, and Haozi, who was watching carefully under the table, trembled and collapsed on the carpet.

"Don't scare him, what will you do tonight if you scare us away?" Liao Yun handed over the washed cabbage in a good-tempered manner, and fed him a piece of raw carrot by the way, "This is sweet, try it. "

Li Xing stared at the carrot slices and opened his mouth: "Did you taste it just now?"

"Yeah, it tastes pretty good." After that, he took another slice from the plate.

"Brother," Li Xing looked weird, looked at Liao Yun's stomach and sighed, "If you have diarrhea tonight, don't blame me."

"Ok?"

He raised the knife in front of him, and the shining silver blade split Li Xing's face in two, with unspeakable horror and terror.

"I cut the raw meat before I cut the carrots."

Liao Yun: "..."

Liao Yun covered his stomach and smiled weakly: "It's okay, I can smile at Jiuquan after dying under the Xingxing knife."

Li Xing raised his eyebrows, turned around and put the cabbage on the cutting board, ignoring him.

He still has the energy to play his third-rate drama, it seems that raw meat can't do him any harm.

Liao Yun was somewhat dissatisfied with his indifference, stretched his hands forward and lay on Li Xing's back, his tone full of accusations: "Xing Xing, why don't you cooperate with me?"

A one-man show is too boring.

Li Xing's chopping hands didn't stop: "Your Coke chicken wings are going to be mushy."

Liao Yun jumped away in a second, and rushed to the stove to rescue the Coke chicken wings.

Seeing him jumping anxiously, turning off the fire and picking up the plate, Li Xing chuckled behind him, even when he lowered his head to chop vegetables, he couldn't stop the smile from the corner of his mouth.

Haozi got out from under the table, carefully grasping the table to see all this, shaking his head in amazement.

Why did the more he watched, the more he felt that the relationship between these two people was inexplicably familiar?

He turned his head, looked at his parents who were feeding each other dishes with sweet faces, and after automatically bringing in Li Xing and Liao Yun, he suddenly shivered.

Sure enough, everything is an illusion.

Yes, hallucinations.

The author has something to say: Haozi: I have suffered a critical blow that I should not have suffered at my age