The soup was imported, and Xia Qing's scalp was numb.

It's not that it's burned, but the silky touch of the mouth, like a white palm, which provokes people's hearts.

The clear soup is not "clear", except for the umami, it is smooth and tender!

"The taste of the soup has changed!"

Xia Qing muttered.

Zhu Qing was the second to taste, unlike the old man, she was afraid of being hot, so she first carefully blew the soup on the spoon, and then swallowed it into her mouth with a slight hesitation.

Not!

The indescribable feeling of comfort, there is a mouth exploding and spreading all over the body.

Suddenly, I came to a quietly lit room.

Lying on the bed, Zhu Qing was dazed and half-awake, and heard a voice in his ears: "...... What do you think of the guests?"

As he spoke, the hands on his back seemed to be wrapped in hot essential oil, scratching and pinching the bare white and greasy skin.

Exhale a mouthful of burning breath.

Zhu Qing's cheeks were drunk, and he muttered: "Okay, so comfortable!"

Her brain was completely empty, no dust, no distractions, and every part of her body was in a state of extreme relaxation.

The unprecedented sense of comfort and relaxation hit his head, so in the thick sleepiness, Zhu Qing could only hear the last sentence: "...... You can turn around. ”

The obedient changed to lying flat, and his eyes were half-open and half-closed, and he vaguely saw a familiar and delicate face.

Blink.

"How's it going, Aunt Qing?"

This time the ears heard the real voice, Zhu Qing returned to reality, and saw a face close at hand, startled, there was a feeling of fire burning on his face, no need to think about it, at this moment, Zhu Qing's delicate cheeks had already been covered with red tide.

“…… Belch...... Eh, eh!"

She almost used her hands and feet at the same time, pushing Xia Yu in front of her.

Xia Yu could only withdraw two steps away, looked helplessly at Zhu Qing, who was gradually calming down, and said again, "I'm asking you about the tasting experience." ”

Zhu Qing bit her lip, her eyes looked moist, "It's just, it's delicious!"

"How good is it?"

"Moreover, what is more than the chicken soup I used to make, or rather, what are the characteristics and changes?" Xia Yu couldn't help but take half a step forward, his eyes showing a hint of excitement, completely like a cooking maniac.

It was like being knocked into the corner by the wall, and Zhu Qing's face flashed with the shyness of a girl.

"It's just comfortable!"

She shouted a little frantically, as if she was very dissatisfied with the strange self and the unfamiliar violent heartbeat, and she was very resistant.

"Okay. ”

Seeing that Zhu Qing became squirming, not at all like her, who usually talked about everything, Xia Yu had to sigh, shifted the target, and looked at Lan Chuhan.

Lan Chuhan was the third to taste.

After drinking the soup for at least a few minutes, Lan Chuhan slowly opened his eyes.

There was a mist of water in her eyes.

"How?"

Xia Yu hurriedly asked.

“……”

Lan Chuhan was speechless, as if he hadn't heard, his hand trembled and held the spoon, and then scooped another spoonful into his mouth, his eyes wide open and revealing an incredulity.

"Why is the soup so silky and soft?"

"Ahh

Holding the soup in his mouth and not swallowing it, Lan Chuhan's whole body was trembling, this was excitement, "Okay, so elastic!"

The tongue becomes naughty, shuttling through the soup, stirring back and forth.

Ho.

The snort is also getting heavier and more sultry.

Lan Chuhan found that it was as if a hand was massaging her tongue, gently stroking, gently grasping, and pinching, so the long legs hidden under the table couldn't help but tense, and the legs were twisting, until a bang hit the table legs, Lan Chuhan was awakened by the sound.

"What the hell is going on?" Xia Yu had a black line on his forehead.

Staring at the young man fixedly, about ten seconds later, Lan Chuhan's delicate body trembled slightly, her moist eyes quickly cleared, and the person woke up, "Ah, what are you talking about?"

“……”

Xia Yu put a string of ellipses in his head, and saw that Lan Chuhan, like Zhu Qing, had lost his usual painting style, and his big moist eyes made it ticklish, how could he have the previous cold and jade girl posture.

Well, now, I have to shift the target again and look at the fourth taster.

Eyes swept away.

Belch!

Xia Yu swallowed.

Lan Fengxian, an old monster who didn't know how many years old, had a hint of flushing on his face, and stared at him fixedly.

"Wow......"

This time, Xia Yu was scared back two steps.

Then, there was a moment of silence.

Half a day.

The silence was broken by Xia Qing, and he put it down

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The empty bowl turned to stare at the boy tightly, "If you just served this chicken soup, it's enough to compete with my soup." ”

No need for superfluous words.

The old man's words have already explained the score of Xia Yu's second work directly.

Xia Yu was not very satisfied, "It's just a competition?"

The system is cold and pops up a message:

“…… It was determined that the chicken soup was 90 complete, and it did not trigger the cooking glow, for unknown reasons. ”

An insidious touch.

Xia Yu's face: "The first one was 85, is it 90 now?"

5 boosts!

The brow furrowed, and relaxed.

He knew that this improvement in the degree of completion seemed to be weak, but it was from the ordinary dimension to the dimension of cooking light, although the system was vague and did not understand the reason for not shining, but Xia Yu was confident that under the general situation of meeting the completion level, other luminous requirements were not difficult to overcome.

"Well, old man, then I'll use this pot of soup as a base for buckwheat ramen, and now you have no reason to object, right?"

As he spoke, he lowered his body and took the soup pot away.

"Don't!"

Four voices in unison.

Xia Qing, Zhu Qing, Lan Chuhan, and Lan Fengxian all looked at the pot that Xia Yu was carrying in his hand.

Unfulfilled resentment came to my face.

Xia Yu's mouth twitched, "Hey, give me peace of mind and wait a little longer!"

"Isn't it more refreshing for you to drink soup and eat noodles when ramen noodles are made?"

……

It's almost noon.

Lan Fengxian, who originally planned to come over to pay a New Year's greeting and leave, walked out of the Xia family's old mansion with his hands in his hands, walked in the alley, shook his head, and seemed to be in a very good mood.

Lan Chuhan's eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"This Summer Demon King deserves the name of the Demon King!"

Lan Fengxian praised it, and then changed his tone, and said a little gloatingly: "The most important thing is how he stole Huang He's old guy's bottom-pressing stunt and can use it without barriers?"

"Who gave him this skill and guided him?"

"If you steal from school......"

Here, Lan Chuhan suddenly said, "Perhaps, it's Ye Feizhou?"

Before and after the war, everyone in the Chinese community thought that Xia Yu and Ye Feizhou were mortal enemies, except for a limited number of people, no one knew about the relationship between these two people, and it was not as tense as the outside world said.

Bang!

Standing at the entrance of the alley, Lan Fengxian was bumped, and the words he was about to say were interrupted.

He raised an eyebrow at the woman in black who had hit him and strode into the alley.

"Hey, that's not ......"

Lan Fengxian recognized Lei Aoxue.

"Does she know that the Xia family's old mansion is in this area?" A smile of interest appeared on the corner of Lan Fengxian's mouth, and he made a boo gesture with his finger at Lan Chuhan, who looked puzzled, turned around and turned back, burrowed into the alley, and quietly followed behind the woman in black.

Until the old mansion of the Xia family.

From a distance, Lan Fengxian saw Lei Aoxue ascending the door steps and was about to slap the door, his eyes lit up, "Sure enough, is this a door-to-door battle?"

Who knew that Lei Aoxue stood in front of the gate, hesitated for a while, and then walked down again, wandering in circles.

After a while, Lei Aoxue simply squatted down and hugged her knees.

"Ugh!"

Lan Fengxian, who wanted to watch a good show, was choked, and saw Lei Aoxue squatting next to the stone lion at the door of the mansion, and had no intention of getting up again, so he really couldn't cry or laugh: "Obviously I've chased here, why don't you go further?"

"Let's go. Lan Chuhan whispered, "She probably also knows that it is very abrupt and rude for her to come to the door to fight like this in the first month." ”

"yes!"

"What kind of grudge, what kind of grudge, can't you let it go for the New Year?"

Lan Fengxian could only sigh regretfully and left.

As if hearing the faint sound of footsteps on the other side of the alley, Lei Aoxue glanced up, then lowered her head again, with a small pebble in her hand, drawing circles on the ground boringly, "He will accept my halberd, right?"

Unconsciously talking to yourself.

Outside the alley, Lan Chuhan got into the car and sat down, his butt touched the soft seat cushion, and an uncontrollable soft moan came from his nose.

"Whew!"

Immediately hang your head and cover your mouth and nose.

Lan Chuhan straightened the folds of the skirt with his other hand, and his fingers seemed to be unintentional or intentional, and gently pressed the thigh meat.

Whew.

A flash of electricity came out of her blushing face, and her long legs tensed again.

"Sure enough, it's becoming sensitive......"