When Chang Rong put down the cruel words, his voice was not very loud, Song Chunjia didn't hear it, Han Ye's hearing was far sharper than ordinary people, so he naturally heard it.

But he didn't pay much attention to it.

Anyway, he already has a lot of enemies, not too many Changrong, and no less Changrong, so he doesn't need to take it too seriously.

followed Song Chunjia into the kitchen, a golden fried crucian carp was boiling in the pot, and the boiling marinade kept tumbling, releasing the rich fish fragrance into the air.

Han Ye sniffed, and couldn't help but move his index finger, feeling that his stomach was starting to growl.

Now it's really time to eat.

"Come, try it, how about I make the braised fish? This is the first time I've made it, and I don't know if it's to your liking." Song Chunjia said as she picked out a piece of fish meat with chopsticks and sent it to Han Ye's mouth.

Han Ye looked at Song Chunjia in front of him, and somehow a warm feeling suddenly surged in his heart.

Song Chunjia's appearance is like a little woman waiting for her husband to taste the dishes, which makes him feel as if he is back at home.

He originally thought that Song Chunjia didn't cook much.

I didn't expect Song Chunjia to really cook, and she was really presentable.

"Okay, I'll try your handiwork. Han Ye smiled slightly and took a bite of the fish into his mouth.

As soon as the fish meat was eaten, Han Ye's originally gentle expression suddenly became strange, and the warm atmosphere he felt just now disappeared in an instant.

I'll it!

What the hell is this thing in his mouth?

Is it really just a piece of braised fish, and not a new type of highly toxic poison?

If you eat this thing, are you sure it won't die?

Why is it so uncomfortable that his mouth is now like he has been pierced with countless steel needles?

Han Ye has been eating in the school cafeteria for so long, and he can be regarded as having tried a lot of dark dishes, and he is not invaded by a hundred poisons.

But those dark dishes, compared with the braised fish made by Song Chunjia today, are not at all a level, they are simply delicious!

As long as you have tasted Song Chunjia's braised fish, I am afraid that there will be no unpalatable dishes in this world!

Han Ye only felt that this piece of fish meat was choked in his throat, and he couldn't swallow it.

He really wanted to spit out the fish immediately, but as soon as he saw all kinds of condiments scattered everywhere in the kitchen, and then looked at Song Chunjia's eyes that expected to be affirmed and appreciated, he knew that Song Chunjia had put a lot of effort into this dinner.

If he spits out this fish, it will inevitably hurt the other party's heart too much.

So, Han Ye pretended to taste the fish meat carefully, and after spending a lot of effort, he finally reluctantly swallowed the fish meat, and then squeezed out a smile and praised:

"Yes, yes, it tastes really, really good. Unexpectedly, you are not only an excellent news anchor, but also so talented in cooking, you can actually make such a difficult and delicious braised fish. You can really go up to the hall and down to the kitchen. ”

"It's really delicious?" Song Chunjia's eyes lit up, and she asked a little unconvinced.

"It's absolutely delicious!" Han Ye gave her a thumbs up.

Song Chunjia was relieved, and a smile appeared on her face: "That's good, this is one of today's main dishes, and it's the first time I've made it, so I'm afraid that this dish will be messed up." I didn't expect it to be successful!

It seems that I really have some talent for cooking, and if I can't keep my position as an anchor in the future, I can simply change careers and become a chef. ”

Han Ye secretly smiled bitterly, thinking that eating other people's food would only cost money at most, but eating this Chef Song's food was really terrible!

If this Song anchor really wants to be a chef, it is estimated that he will have to send people to the hospital all day long, and 120's business will be too busy.

Of course, he thought so in his heart, but he smiled and slapped his ass lightly: "You must not change careers to become a chef, if you become a chef, what will happen to other chefs?

After saying this, Han Ye himself felt that this was too nonsense, and he was too hypocritical.

Song Chunjia was very frustrated by these flatteries, and said happily: "Okay, you go to the living room and sit and watch TV, and leave the rest to me." Within an hour, you are guaranteed to get a table of fragrant and hot meals. ”

After speaking, she pushed Han Ye to the living room, and she was busy in the kitchen.

Han Ye saw that Song Chunjia was busy cooking and didn't have time to pay attention here, so he quickly picked up a glass and poured four or five glasses of water in one go, taking advantage of Song Chunjia's inattention, and then reluctantly forced down the churning feeling in his stomach.

He lay on the couch, gasping for breath while rubbing his stomach with his hands, really a little puzzled.

The braised fish smells good, but why is it so unpalatable?

It's not easy to make a dish unpalatable to such an extent.

Han Ye was resting on the sofa and rejuvenating, while Song Chunjia was in the kitchen, continuing to cook dinner.

The sound of pots and pans colliding "clanging" sounded, like a crisp and pleasant music wafting out of the kitchen and into Han Ye's ears.

Han Ye looked at Song Chunjia's busy figure in the kitchen, and his mood was a little complicated.

Being able to eat a dinner made by such a beautiful and famous woman as Song Chunjia is an honor and something to boast about for any man.

But the problem is that this female anchor may have outstanding work ability, but her cooking skills are really not flattering, and it is completely a rhythm that kills people.

He really doesn't have high requirements, he just hopes that the other dishes made by Song Chunjia can be slightly eaten, and they are not as terrifying as the taste of braised fish.

Otherwise, even with his physique beyond ordinary people, he was afraid that he would die violently after eating this meal.

After Han Ye waited for an hour in apprehension, a sumptuous dinner was finally set on the table.

In addition to braised fish, there are also stir-fried pork with chili, spicy chicken, duck soup, etc., and the table is full.

To be honest, Song Chunjia's dishes are very beautiful, they look really pleasing to the eye, and the fragrance is also very attractive, but I don't know how it tastes.

Once bitten by a snake, he was afraid of the well rope for ten years.

With the experience of braised fish, Han Ye really didn't dare to move his chopsticks lightly.

Song Chunjia thought he was embarrassed, so he gave him a chopstick and chili fried meat, and then persuaded him diligently: "Try this, this is my specialty dish, I guarantee that you will not forget jì after eating." ”

When Han Ye heard her say this, he couldn't help but relax a little.

Since it is a specialty dish, it should be made often, and some people have eaten it, so no matter how bad it is, it will not be much worse.

Maybe the braised fish is just a case, after all, Song Chunjia is also the first time to cook that kind of dish.

So, he was relieved to eat the chili fried meat into his mouth.

But as soon as these dishes were eaten, Han Ye immediately felt as if he had eaten another bite of arsenic, and his stomach, which had finally calmed down, began to turn over again.

Is this also the so-called specialty dish?

Are you kidding me?

Han Ye felt that he had been deeply deceived and hurt.

He barely squeezed out a smile and asked Song Chunjia: "Sister Chunjia, are you ...... How many people have eaten your specialty dish?"

Song Chunjia replied with some arrogance: "Of course it's only my parents, others want to eat, but I don't want to make it for them!"

Han Ye then asked, "Then ...... When did you make this dish for them?"

Song Chunjia raised her head slightly, thought for a while, and then said: "That should have been many years, anyway, I haven't done it since then, and my parents haven't let me cook again." ”

Han Ye nodded silently, no wonder Song Chunjia's parents never let her cook anymore, obviously because they found that their daughter's talent in dark cuisine was too high, if they let Song Chunjia cook this dish a few more times, they were afraid that they would have to send their old lives to their daughter.

"By the way, how did I make this specialty dish? My parents ate it all in one sitting, and I didn't even have time to taste it. ”

He struggled to squeeze out a smile and nodded vigorously: "Okay...... Delicious, very tasty. ”

Song Chunjia smiled lightly, smiling a little reservedly, but with an indescribable joy.

"If you like to eat, you can eat a little more. As she spoke, she kept serving Han Ye vegetables.

Soon, a large bowl was piled up in Han Ye's bowl.

Han Ye swallowed his saliva with some difficulty, his face was as pale as dirt, and he felt that after eating this meal, he was afraid that he would not be able to save his life.

Song Chunjia didn't notice Han Ye's face, and ate a small chopsticks of food by herself.

As soon as the dish was eaten, Song Chunjia's face suddenly became very strange, the dish was in his mouth, he couldn't swallow it, and he was embarrassed to spit it out.

After holding on for a few seconds, she couldn't hold it anymore, so she quickly whispered sorry, then covered her mouth with her hands and trotted all the way into the bathroom.

A moment later, Han Ye heard the sound of "wow" vomiting coming from the bathroom.

After a while, Song Chunjia walked out of the bathroom, her face was pale, her steps were vain, and she looked like she was seriously ill.

"Are you alright?" Han Ye asked with concern, expressing deep sympathy.

He naturally knew how dark Song Chunjia's cooking was, and his body couldn't bear it, not to mention that Song Chunjia's body was still so delicate, and the sin he suffered was not small.

Song Chunjia sat back in place, shook her head weakly, and then asked, "Han Ye, you tell me the truth, are the other dishes I cook very unpalatable?"

Han Ye said with some embarrassment: "Uh...... I really can't say this, so you might as well try it yourself. ”

Song Chunjia gave him an angry look: "If I dare to taste it, do I need to ask you?" Say, I can accept the reality. ”

Han Ye thought for a while and said euphemistically: "Actually, the dishes you make are full of color and fragrance, but the taste is a little worse, but with a little improvement, it is very perfect." ”

Song Chunjia sneered: "Forget it, it's time for it, don't say anything against your will." I can't eat any of the dishes I make. It's really weird, I make it according to the recipe, and the dishes are very good-looking, why does it taste so weird?"

Han Ye smiled bitterly, thinking that it was probably because you really didn't have the talent to cook.

He suddenly admired Song Chunjia's parents.

In order to maintain their daughter's self-esteem, these two old men actually ate all the chili fried meat made by Song Chunjia.

How much courage does it take, how much pain does it take?

The love of parents is really great.

Han Ye was complaining in his heart, Song Chunjia suddenly stood up, picked up a plate of dishes and poured it into the trash, and said a little discouraged: "This dinner is a complete failure, there is no way to eat." Well, let's go out and get some food, what do you think?"

Han Ye naturally nodded hurriedly in agreement.

No matter where you go to eat, even if it's a roadside stall, compared to Song Chunjia's dark cuisine, it is a delicacy in the world.

As long as you don't eat the dark food in front of you, you can go wherever you go, even if you don't eat it.

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