Eighty-fifth bowl of soup (7)

S looked at her impatiently: "I have heard a lot of your lies."

Qing Huan said very sincerely: "I don't know what happened between that person named Envy and you, but before we get along, I think we should get to know each other. Hello, my name is Qing Huan."

She couldn't understand the strange text S written in the palm of his hand. He stared at her for a while, then stared at her with those black eyes: "Prove it to me."

"what?"

"Since you are not her, prove it to me." S said, "If you let me find that you deceive me again, this time, I will burn your soul to ashes."

Qing Huan spread out his hands and put them in. The little one was white and tender, with a beautiful smile: "You don't need proof, you will find out if you give you time." There can be no such thing in the world. Two people who are exactly the same, even in parallel space is impossible. Qinghuan doesn't know who the person who looks the same as her before is Qinghuan, but she can be sure that since she meets S, something must happen.

But Qing Huanliu stayed. After staying, she realized that she had nothing to do. Not only her, even S, what she has to do every day is nothing more than reading, sleeping, eating, eating, sleeping, reading. In this large hall, it seems that no one will ever come in.

If S's life has always been like this, then she can actually understand why he would keep a person who betrayed him by his side. Because only this person can "exist" by his side, there are indeed people who enjoy loneliness in this world, but most people prefer to be accompanied. If you stay here day after day and year after year, it's no surprise that S has such a strange character.

Qinghuan sat cross-legged on the ground, propped her right hand to look at S who was reading. His eyes were focused. This room was very, very large, and the whole room showed a tendency to gather upwards, surrounded by bookshelves, and the bookshelves were full of books. With only one table leaning against the window, S put on a pair of gold-framed glasses and a feather pen in his hand. He has been watching this for more than ten hours.

He left Qinghuan, but he never took the initiative to talk to her, nor did he feel dull. It seemed that as long as this person was with him, he didn't need Qinghuan to talk to himself, that's how he lived. Live every moment in the hall.

Qing Huan flipped through these books. Except for the books about the history and terrain of this continent, she hadn't flipped through the rest of the other books, such as refining medicine and magic. She held her chin and looked at S for a long time, until he lifted his head from the book after reading a book, and then asked, "Are you tired?"

"Not tired."

Lifting your finger slightly, the book after reading automatically returns to the shelf, and another new book is spread out in front of you. Seeing that he seemed to want to read it again, Qing Huan stood up and slapped the book: "Don't look, I'm hungry."

S's brows were slightly twisted, and his gloomy black eyes stared at Qing Huan. If Qing Huan hadn't had a strong mental quality, he would really be frightened by the perverted serial killer's eyes and weakened his legs. She stretched out her hand and squeezed S's face, "If you are not hungry, at least give me the freedom to go out?"

S said: "Envy never disturbs me."

"Then this is one of the differences between me and her." Qing Huan simply put his book together. "Please be considerate of me as an ordinary person. I can't do it without eating or drinking for more than ten hours like you."

What a waste of time, S thinks.

But he still sat at the table to watch her eat, which made S very incomprehensible, is the food really so delicious? In his opinion, food doesn't matter what it tastes like, as long as it can maintain physiological functions is enough.

Qinghuan was eating a piece of pudding. Hearing S unknowingly questioning, he replied: "No matter what, I want to eat it. Enjoy it and eat it wholeheartedly. Since the end result is the same, why not let the process go? Become more comfortable?"

S was non-committal about her remarks. The two sat at the two ends of the long dining table, separated by that-such a long distance, and he could hear the words clearly.

S who had eaten dinner went into the study again. Qing Huan also liked reading, but she had never been so crazy like S. She was watching almost every minute and every second. What is the structure of his brain? But this time he didn't let her go with her. Qinghuan walked across the table and found that S’s food had barely moved. You must know that he hadn’t even drank water all day, but he ate it at dinner. Little bit, still after seeing her eating. I can imagine what would happen if he were alone, no wonder the expressions of those people were very surprised when she asked people to prepare dinner.

Really want to stop eating fireworks.

Since S didn't let her accompany, Qing Huan was walking around in the hall, and unexpectedly found that behind a certain pillar was the kitchen, but it was empty inside, and at first glance, it was useless. She immediately ran to the entrance of the temple and asked someone to bring kitchen utensils. She hadn't cooked for a long time and her hands were itchy. She didn't have time to taste the evil ghost cake steamed in Zhuangzi before. She didn't know what it was like, would Linglong like it. .

The seasonal vegetables are fresh, the knives are complete, and there is even an apron. It can be said that the preparation is very sufficient.

Take a spoon of the noodles out, add water to make dough, roll out the dough and cut into cubes, neatly stack them into a pile, spread the flour on the cutting board, chop the coriander and pork very finely, add a small handful of shrimp skins To enhance the taste, beat in a raw egg, sprinkle the seasonings to stir the filling evenly. Not much ingredients are used, but because the ingredients are extremely fine and fresh, the taste of the food itself is preserved.

The wrapped wontons are boiled in the stock and put in an ice bucket. Take this opportunity to cut the tender bamboo shoots into thin strips, drizzle with sesame oil, vinegar and a little chili oil, a little bit of sesame, and decorate with green and red chili silk to smell. It is delicious and spicy, very tempting. Qing Huan couldn't hold back a bite, and was immediately overwhelmed by the sweet taste of bamboo shoots. Even for these foods, she will protect the world.

After the wontons are cooled, heat the pan and pour the oil, arrange the wontons neatly, and turn them over after they are fried to golden brown. Qinghuan finds a beautiful plate and arranges the fried dozens of small wontons into the appearance of a flower , And put the bamboo shoots in the cold sauce on the tray together, and there is a bowl of pumpkin porridge that is now thick when the wontons are wrapped.

Most of the food on this continent is raw and cold, even the steak is half-cooked, and the egg will flow out when the yolk is pricked. Qing Huan doesn't like this way of eating. It couldn't be better to be able to cook by yourself now.

Unsurprisingly, S is still reading. He noticed it as soon as Qing Huan entered. If he didn't even look up his head in normal times, it would be a little different today...

What's the difference...

He searched for the fragrance and looked at Qing Huan's body. Instead, he stared at the tray in her hand: "What's that?"

"You didn't eat much for dinner, this is the midnight snack I made for you." She said very sincerely.

S rarely disliked her, but looked at her seriously: "Supper?"

It can be seen that he should never have the habit of eating supper.

Qing Huan pushed his book aside, "Would you like to eat it?"

S stared at it for a few seconds: "Can you eat it?"

"Don't you think it smells good?" The poor boy had never seen the world, Qing Huan wanted to stretch out his hand and stroke his hair, "I'll give this to you."

S doesn't use chopsticks at all. His fingers are slender and beautiful, but when he took the chopsticks, his posture was strange and weird. He smiled when he saw it clearly. It was obvious that his hands could easily control the life and death of others. As a result, it was difficult to eat a fried wonton. He always picked it up and slid down. Pick it up and slide it down. When he was impatient and wanted to grab it, Qing Huan took away his chopsticks, picked up a fried golden wonton, dipped in a little vinegar, and brought it to his mouth: "Open your mouth."

"..." Actually, I didn't want to listen to her, but the taste of the food was very different from what he had eaten before, and it smelled very good, which made S feel a little entangled. Finally he opened his mouth.

With one bite, the golden and crisp dough is perfectly fused with the juicy meat inside. The fragrance of the shrimp skin and the fresh meat, coupled with the slight acidity and the burnt on the edge of the dough, are delicious. You have to swallow it.

Qinghuan is very confident in her cooking skills, after all, she has lived for so long.

She fed S a dozen wontons one by one. He ate all the cold bamboo shoots and pumpkin porridge. For the first time, the cool-toned study was filled with the smell of food, and it was full of food and drink. The mood will improve. I don’t know if it’s Qinghuan’s illusion. I always feel that S’s dark circles have faded a lot, and people look more pleasing to the eye.

"Would you like tea?" Qing Huan asked, "They also brought tea leaves just now."

S thought for a while and nodded.

So she put away the used tableware and turned and left the study, leaving S alone. She picked up the pen and opened the book for a long time and didn't know what to read and write, because she was still reminiscing about the fried wonton she had just eaten. Obviously it's a very common ingredient...Why does it taste completely different? If he eats something like this every day, he would be very happy...

From this day on, Qinghuan has three meals a day plus supper cooking for S to eat. As expected, food is one of the best ways to increase favorability, but it is only half a month’s work, and she has changed the way. In the case of delicious food, S is no longer cold to her, and she just hums her with her eyes and mouth, otherwise she is going to kill her high priest!

Now S is different from the little ones she raised. When she saw her coming in at the meal, her eyes brightened, and she was exceptionally punctual.

Because some dishes take a long time to cook, S gave Qinghuan the privilege. She no longer has to stay with him in the study all day. Apart from being unable to leave the temple, Qinghuan is basically free.

A problem that can be solved with food is not a problem.