After rebirth, I got hypermemory

It was Yan Xiao's voice, Rong Yu could hear it even if he was deaf.

He's learning how to cook from his grandfather's ass again?What is he "oops" about?

Rong Yu threw the plastic bag on the shoe cabinet casually, and walked into the kitchen with a few strides.

There is no grandpa inside, only Yan Xiao.

With his back to the kitchen door, he was wearing Rong Yu's short-sleeved shorts, and a black and white checkered apron was tied around his waist, which made a concave arc on his thin and narrow waist.

If it weren't for the black smoke rising from the pot at this moment, and the smell of a sticky smell that the range hood couldn't get rid of, Rong Yu couldn't help but pinch it.

"What are you doing?" Rong Yu hurriedly turned off the gas stove first, and then took Yan Xiao's arm.

"Eh?" Yan Xiao looked up, and his eyes immediately bent down, "When did you come back? I didn't even hear it."

"What's wrong with your hand?" Rong Yu saw that he was holding up a finger in his mouth just now, but now he has taken it out of his mouth, his fingertips are wet, and he is shaking it vigorously.

"It's hot." Yan Xiao rubbed his fingers on the side of his leg, "It's okay, it's done."

"Let me see." Rong Yu grabbed Yan Xiao's hand, the tip of his index finger was red, like half a carrot, "How did you do it?"

"I didn't cook carefully." Yan Xiao wanted to retract his fingers, but he didn't.

"What do you cook? Braised pig's trotters? Braised chicken feet?" Rong Yu took his finger, stretched it under the faucet, and turned on the cold water for him to rinse, "Or roasted it directly?"

The water squeaked, and Rong Yu flushed him for a while, "Just don't move, I'll get you the medicine."

"Hey - I don't have anything to do with it, can I not rush, that pot..." Yan Xiao turned his head and shouted.

"It's okay if your fingers are almost cooked? Then what do you call it? Put it back in the pot, I've turned off the fire." Rong Yu glanced back at him, and then hurriedly went to the cabinet to find a white with a red cross He opened the lid of the symbolic medicine box, lowered his head and pulled out a tube of plaster from inside, took a pack of napkins, and ran all the way back to the kitchen.

Rong Yu turned off the faucet first, then grabbed Yan Xiao's wrist, wiped his hands dry with a napkin, unscrewed the plaster cover, squeezed out a white plaster, and gently applied it to Yan Xiao's fingertips with his fingers .

While applying medicine to Yan Xiao, he blew air on his fingers, "People cut off their fingers when they cook, why do you burn your fingers while cooking? Where did you stick them?"

"I want to try that." Yan Xiao raised his chin at the pot of paste on the gas stove.

"Which one?" Rong Yu looked in the direction of Yan Xiao's chin, "What is that pot? Soup? It doesn't look like it either."

"That's not soup, it's sugar." Yan Xiao said.

"What?" Rong Yu didn't hear clearly, and walked to the stove while pinching Yan Xiao's fingers.

"Hey, hey, you can let go, why are you always pinching my fingers?"

Rong Yu glanced at him, but still held on tightly, "I'm afraid you'll loose your hand again, and you'll lose the medicine."

Yan Xiao: "...Then get me a band-aid and stick it on."

"Wait a minute." Rong Yu looked into the pot, there was a pot of yellow-black liquid, black smoke was still faintly rising from the edge, and there was a burnt smell.

"What did you say was this?" Rong Yu asked, pointing to the pot.

"Sugar, white sugar, this is the sugar I boiled." Yan Xiao said.

Rong Yu found a chopstick from the messy stove and tapped it into the pot, but nothing got on it.The half pot of sugar water was actually in a semi-solidified state, so I poked it hard again, and a little sugar liquid was stained on the tip of the chopsticks.

Put it in your mouth, taste it, glance at Yan Xiao, put down your chopsticks, "So you poked this with your finger?"

Yan Xiao blinked and whispered, "It's not..."

"You just said it was because you wanted to taste this." Rong Yu opened his palm and rubbed it on the top of his head.

"Okay, okay, yes, yes, I forgot to take the chopsticks, it doesn't seem to be hot after being mashed... Well, that's it." Yan Xiao lowered his eyelids.

Silly and cute, Rong Yu stretched out his hand and pulled Yan Xiao's face, his shoulders shook with a smile, "What are you making sugar for?"

"I want to make you a candied orange."

Rong Yu took a closer look at the stove again, and found a few big round oranges that had been peeled and hadn't had time to cut from the mess.

"Drawn whole?" he asked.

Yan Xiao was startled by Rong Yu's thoughts: "You want to eat the whole orange? It's not easy to eat."

"Who said you have to eat the whole one, I just saw you got a few oranges there." Rong Yu stretched out his finger.

"Oh, that's because I peeled too much. I cut a plate and cut it into small pieces," Yan Xiao said, "Where did you put it? I'll look for it."

"Don't move, I'll look for it," Rong Yu pushed Yan Xiao aside, and began to clean up all kinds of plastic bags, spatulas, plates, cups, kettles, draining baskets on the stove... .

Finally, a small bowl of diced oranges was pulled out from the inside. Each one was a standard cube of one centimeter square, with juice bubbling brightly yellow, looking very attractive.

Rong Yu picked up the small bowl and squeezed an orange, "You can just eat it like this, don't make shreds, it's so troublesome." After speaking, he threw the orange into his mouth and squeezed another one to feed Yan Xiao.

Before Yan Xiao opened his mouth, Rong Yu's facial features were twisted into a ball, and he wanted to find a trash can to spit it out quickly, "Where did this orange come from? Why is it so sour?"

Yan Xiao opened his mouth and ate the piece in Rong Yu's hand, and chewed twice with his cheeks bulging, "I bought it, I bought it at your vegetable market."

"Oh?" Hearing that Yan Xiao bought it himself, Rong Yu swallowed the sour orange again, "Have you been to the vegetable market yet? Do you know the way?" He was so sour that tears were about to come out.

"Grandpa took me there." Yan Xiao said, "I also bought vegetables, and I plan to make dinner for you."

"You know how to cook?" Rong Yu raised Yan Xiao's finger and waved it in front of his eyes.

"I did it on the phone." Yan Xiao turned his head and started looking for the phone, and finally found it on the other side of the gas stove. He picked it up and held it up, but found it inconvenient to operate with one hand, so he shouted, "Don't hold my hand , I don't talk too much."

Rong Yu smiled and let him go.

"Hey, look, it's very convenient to learn how to cook on this app." Yan Xiao raised his finger to open the screen of the phone, and there was a page for stir-fried cabbage on it.

"All right, all right, you put the phone back, you rest, and I'll do it." Rong Yu glanced at the phone screen, and reached out to untie Yan Xiao's apron.

Coincidentally, Yan Xiao turned around, facing each other, he was surrounded by Rong Yu in his arms.

Simply laying on Rong Yu's body, over his shoulder, put the phone back, "You cook? Can you cook? Can you tell what is what? Do you know soy sauce and vinegar?"

"I can't read? I don't know the label on the bottle?" Rong Yu carefully untied the bow on the back of the apron in a hugging posture.

"That's true," Yan Xiao rested his chin on Rong Yu's neck, and blew on Rong Yu's neck mischievously, "But I've finished cooking, three dishes, I'll eat them when you come back."

"Done?" Rong Yu's neck seemed to be plucked with soft feathers, he stopped his fingers, "Where are the cooked dishes?" Yan Xiao's neck was numb and itchy, Rong Yu's ears were naked. Visibly reddened.

The apron was finally untied, Rong Yu grabbed it and threw it behind him casually, but he didn't let go of Yan Xiao, and put his hand in from the hem of his T-shirt...

A small pimple was brought up on Yan Xiao's waist and back by his warm fingers, so he rubbed against Rong Yu's neck obviously, "Well...I'm afraid of getting cold, so I put it in the steamer .”

"Oh..." Rong Yu held the back of his head and kissed him.

There was a cool sweet taste on the lips, and a hint of bitterness. Rong Yu tasted it, and the tip of his tongue retracted for a moment, then ignored the bitterness for a moment, and probed deeper...

The kitchen was so messy, it was like being bombarded by something, neither of the two of them could bear to press someone on top of the mess, so they only kissed for a short time before letting go.

After letting go, Yan Xiao still didn't forget to reach out and grab Rong Yu, "Are you hungry?"

Rong Yu didn't say a word, and let him grab a handful and another, "Are you hungry?"

"I'm hungry, let's eat." Yan Xiao felt that he had to let her husband finish his meal before doing anything else, otherwise it would be bad for his stomach.

Rong Yu glanced at him, smiled, and opened the steamer to serve the dishes, "Did you burn some of the dishes?"

"Eh?" Yan Xiao chattered and tidied up, "How do you know that my food is overcooked?"

"Because you have a bad smell in your mouth." Rong Yu took out a plate of dark tomato beef, put it under his nose and smelled it.

"Hey, it's a little bit mushy...but this one dish is mushy, and the other two dishes are not. This is the first time I'm doing this, so I don't have experience."

Rong Yu concealed his disgusted gaze: "...It's not bad, it's better than I imagined."

"Yeah, it's better than I imagined. I picked out those mushy beef pieces and tomato pieces and threw them away. Everything on the plate is good." Yan Xiao accepted Rong Yu's comfort very peacefully, and stood upright. Holding Rong Yu's arm with one finger, rubbing his head against Rong Yu's, "I will cook every day from now on, okay?"

Rong Yu glanced at the plate in his hand, "You'd better do your graduate work well, be careful not to graduate."

Yan Xiao's eyes widened, "Did you misunderstand me, brother? You know that I passed the judicial examination, right?"

"I know, you told me, but you haven't taken the bar exam yet." Rong Yu walked towards the restaurant with a tray, and Yan Xiao followed behind him at every step.

"Let's not talk about the bar exam. I can't sign up for the bar exam right now. I have to practice in a law firm before I can sign up." Yan Xiao said.

"Oh, then hurry up and find a law firm for an internship." Rong Yu put the plate of tomato and beef in the middle of the dining table, and turned on the lights in the restaurant.

"Don't interrupt, I haven't finished talking about the Si Kao yet."

"Tell me." Rong Yu walked back to the kitchen and continued serving dishes.

"Do you know what the average passing rate of the departmental examination is in the past five years?"

"How much?" Rong Yu bent down and took out a plate of burnt green pepper shredded pork from the steamer, staring at the strangely colored shredded pork for a moment, then raised his eyelids, "50.00%?"

"Guess again."

"Is it higher or lower?"

"Taller."

"30.00%?"

"Upside down."

"13.00%?" Rong Yu stopped and turned to look at Yan Xiao.

"Yes, the current pass rate of the examination is only 13.00%." ​​Yan Xiao raised his eyebrows, very proud.

"You are too powerful." Rong Yu curled up his fingers and scratched the tip of Yan Xiao's nose.

"Of course." Yan Xiao was even happier, holding up a finger and shaking, "I don't even look at whose husband I am."

Rong Yu leaned over and kissed him, "Tsk tsk, whose tail is up to the sky."

The last dish was Chinese cabbage whose leaves were almost boiled, Yan Xiao called it stir-fried Chinese cabbage.

Three dishes were served one by one, and two more bowls of rice were served.Rong Yu didn't bother, he went into the kitchen one after another to bring them out, and Yan Xiao didn't bother, he followed them into the kitchen one after another, and then came out empty-handed.

Both of them sat down shoulder to shoulder, Rong Yu was sticking his chopsticks, not knowing which plate to put in, he glanced at the table and then stood up.

"Hey - why are you going?" Yan Xiao turned to ask him.

"I forgot the orange."

"Forget it, it's too sour, don't eat it."

"I'll stir it in the pot of sugar." Rong Yu said as he walked towards the kitchen.

sugar?Stir?

It was the sugar juice that he had carefully prepared for a long time, and it was still obstinately emitting thin black smoke, obviously overcooked.Yan Xiao stood up with a bang, "Let me do it."

Rong Yu picked up the spatula and plunged it into the sugar. With a sound of "bang", he turned to look at Yan Xiao, "Sit down, don't mess with it, it's hard."

"The one that can melt, just reheat it." Yan Xiao said.

"It's so troublesome." Rong Yu picked up the bowl of oranges, opened the sugar jar, sprinkled two spoonfuls of sugar on it, and then took out a fruit fork from the cupboard and stuck it on the oranges, "Just eat like this."

Yan Xiao: "What about the pot of sugar? It's wasted."

"Leave it alone, I'll use it later." Rong Yu sat back, put the oranges on the dining table, and made four dishes.

"What do you use that for?" Yan Xiao asked.

"I bought hawthorn." Rong Yu pointed to the big plastic bag on the shoe cabinet, which was the one he brought home just now.

"Ah?" Yan Xiao turned his head and took a look, "Why do you buy hawthorn?"

Rong Yu: "To make candied haws, I'll practice my hands first."

"Candied haws?"

"Well, I promised to give you candied haws on your birthday, did you forget? Next Sunday is your birthday." Rong Yu said.