Richelieu's delicate appearance gave Sun Wen a unique experience that was different from everyone else, and he never imagined that one day he would be so close to Richelieu because of learning to cook. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Whether it was the subtle squeezing sensation transmitted by clinging to the other person's back, or the hands holding the back of her hand and pressing her knuckles to stir the ingredients, or even the familiar faint floral fragrance that came out of her body gave her a very strange feeling.

Although Richelieu's face turned red because of what he had just said, Sun Wen seemed to be able to feel the other party's desire to refuse and welcome, and this tacit feeling seemed to be transmitted to him through her fierce heartbeat.

The two of them hugged each other and finished beating the sugar water and eggs and milk, and the next steps were to make caramel and bake the pudding. For Richelieu, who is good at sweets, these two steps are easy to learn, but I don't know why although she can't help blushing and her heart is beating, she still teaches Sun Wen with a hand-to-hand method.

"Cooking caramel is like making a work of art. Richelieu grabbed Sun Wen's hand and gently rotated the pan several times, while stirring the sugar water in the pot with chopsticks, "Only with gentle techniques can we ensure that the original flavor of the caramel is not destroyed, and the heat and the rotation of the pot are also very important, just like a song, the technique is the beat, the heat is the melody, and the material is the notes, only when they are all just right, can every note in a song exude all its charm." ”

Listening to Richelieu's explanation, Sun Wen looked down at the sugar water that gradually turned yellow as the pot rotated clockwise, but his mind had already flown away when Richelieu was talking about artwork and songs. Sun Wen, who was thinking about his thoughts, leaned on Richelieu's arms, and unconsciously thought of the movie he had watched, and sang "Unchained Melody" in his mouth.

It was a very lyrical song, and Sun Wen sang it very slowly, feeling Richelieu's trembling body, as if something had been awakened in his memory. He glanced back, only to see that the clear face was none other than Richelieu, whose eyelashes fluttered and were a little overwhelmed. It wasn't the mud from the pottery class, but the caramel that was burnt and golden.

"Is this okay?" Sun Wen asked Richelieu with a look in his eyes but didn't dare to look at her, just asked questions that seemed related, but didn't want to do anything with the mood of the two of them at all, "What should I do next?"

"Oh, now spread the caramel in a mold and bake it in the oven at 150 degrees for half an hour. Richelieu said and let go of Sun Wen.

She explained as she handled the ingredients, then put the mold into a baking tray with a little water, and finally stuffed it into the middle of the oven to set the time and temperature to cook, "Remember to put it in the middle of the oven." After doing all this, Richelieu turned to look at Sun Wen only to realize that the next half hour might be even more difficult to spend than the embarrassing scene just now.

Risse looked at the oven blankly, while Sun Wen peeked at Richelieu who was a little dazed, the two didn't know what they were thinking, but they seemed to have a tacit understanding and said at the same time: "I'm sorry, Richelieu." "I'm sorry, my lord. ”

Sun Wen scratched his head a little embarrassed, while Richelieu laughed heartily, "Lord, can you tell me what the name of that song is?"

“《Unchained Melody》。 Sun Wen looked up at Richelieu and felt a little embarrassed, so he added another sentence after speaking, "The original song is much better than mine, I just, just a little ......"

"My lord, that's a beautiful story, I can hear it. Richelieu sat on it with her back against the desk, looking at Sun Wen as if she wanted to speak and stopped, before she blurted out something like that. She looked at Sun Wen with a red face and asked cautiously for a while, "If there is anything that the Lord can help you, please tell me." ”

Sun Wen was stunned when he heard this, thinking that Richelieu's reaction to his love song just now was nothing more than shyness or gossip, but he didn't expect that his first reaction as a knight was to share his worries. He shook his head, and instead of speaking to Richelieu, he sat down beside her.

Sun Wen, who was sitting still, didn't have the heart to tell a story, he just shook his head and thought about the sudden awakening of his heart, and after a while, he joked as if he didn't care: "If there is a cigarette at this time, it will be more like a French movie, right?"

Listening to Sun Wen's matter-of-fact words, Richelieu blushed slightly and looked the other party up and down before shaking his head: "Lord, you are not tall enough, you are not handsome enough, and this beard that is neither long nor short looks too much to be an eyesore!" Richelieu said and couldn't help but chuckle.

Looking at Richelieu's smile, Sun Wen also laughed, if a male protagonist like him is used, maybe only a heroine like Richelieu can make up for the box office, right?

After laughing for a while, Richelieu collected his smile and said to Sun Wen seriously: "My lord, smoking is not a good habit, if there is anything, please tell me." As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and put it on Sun Wen's shoulder, and then hesitated for a moment, so she simply turned sideways and hugged her lord.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Sun Wen raised his hand and didn't hug Richelieu, but patted her on the back to let her let go, "Your lord, my biggest problem now is how to cook dinner for the Prince of Wales." ”

"Prince of Wales?" Richelius said the name, frowning.

Sun Wen briefly told Richelieu what happened when the other party was cruising just now, "Otherwise, why do you think I'm in such a hurry to learn pudding?" Sun Wen said as if he remembered something, and then smiled and shook Richelieu's hand and patted it, "Richelieu, you've been cruising hard, so let's go rest first?" I already know how to make pudding. ”

"Lord, when the counterattack is not by your side, it is up to me to take care of you!"

"Ahh

"This ......" Richelieu thought for a while and agreed to Sun Wen's suggestion to walk out of the kitchen, but when she was about to go out, she still told Sun Wen a little uneasy, "Lord, you don't have to worry about the Prince of Wales, if she dares to force you, I will definitely guard you." ”

"Yes, don't worry. Sun Wen nodded with a smile, and then replied to Richelieu, "Don't forget to come to dinner!"

After Sun Wen left Richelieu, he turned his head to look at the patches that were still baking and smiled and thought for a while, then walked to the dining table on the side and cleaned up, the white tablecloth was taken out of the cupboard, and Sun Wen was lucky to find a long white candle and a silver candlestick. "Cutlery ......" After finding several cabinets in a row, Sun Wen put the three colored plates in front of him, carefully picked up each kind of tableware and observed while chattering, and finally put away the two plates with more plain colors and put the three sets of blue enamel trimmed tableware on the table.

Sun Wen sat there and looked at the tableware and nodded with satisfaction, "Blue is the color that my wife likes, and it is also the color of the Prince of Wales's one-eye, and the enamel color is Richelieu's favorite material." He thought that a smile appeared on his face, thanks to Richelieu and her loyalty for reminding him, otherwise it might turn into a terrible battle between two battleship wives at dinner time, "But it should be a treat for a few of them!"

……

Richelieu, who had left the kitchen, did not actually return to her room, but had been sitting quietly in the lounge, and she could see that her lord had deliberately sent her away, so she could not rest in peace with curiosity, but poured herself a glass of rose champagne and sat on the sofa.

But. The bubbles of the chilled champagne were all gone, and Richelieu didn't take a few sips, and her heart was not in this room all the time, but flew to her lord with her eyes looking at the kitchen, and just like that, Richelieu, who was staring at the door, sat on the sofa all afternoon.

Finally, when it was time for dinner again, Richelieu, who was full of curiosity, did not wait for the Prince of Wales, but after being informed by the leprechaun who came with a note that Lexington was not coming for dinner, he couldn't wait to go into the kitchen, but he didn't expect to see the long table with a pair of silver candlesticks and a white tablecloth.

"Lord, you are ......"

"You may be seated, Mademoiselle Richelieu. Sun Wen did not answer the doubtful Richelieu, but gentlemanly pulled away for her and stretched out his hand to invite her to take a seat. Because he didn't bring any luggage, he still wore the system of the admiral, but after removing the epaulettes and badges, it was not very obtrusive to wear that suit on this occasion.

"Lord, you?" Richelieu was invited by Sun Wen to sit down, seeing that her lord was so gentlemanly and took care of herself, she was a little unaccustomed to it, "What are you doing here?"

"To treat you. Sun Wen said as he turned around and laboriously opened a bottle of wine, then awkwardly put the oak cork that had been completely broken by him into his pocket, turned around and poured a glass of wine for Richelieu as if nothing had happened, "It's been a hard time for you. ”

Richelieu, who was approved by the sovereign, happily wanted to stand up and take the oath, but seeing Sun Wen's heartfelt arrangement, she did not break it all without interest, but politely smiled and raised the wine glass and took a sip, although the red wine that had not woken up at all tasted very astringent, and there were even those wood chips that leaked in because of the broken oak cork, but Richelieu still felt that this was the best red wine she had ever drunk!

Seeing Richelieu sipping wine with high interest but not touching the French bread that was reprocessed from the finished product he bought, Sun Wen delivered the main dish he made in a timely manner, "Today's main dish is red wine lamb knee with mashed potatoes. "Although he used Chinese food to make British food for a French shipwreck, he was still very confident in this dish that he had studied all afternoon.

Richelieu usually doesn't express her opinions when she eats, but from the way she eats mutton with a knife and fork one bite after another, without even touching the red wine, Sun Wen can still feel that she recognizes her cooking skills.

But this was not the case, although Richelieu had eaten lamb chops in her mouth but she did not like them at all, although the main dish tasted good and was made by the lord, but this English dish did not like her at all. At this moment, all she was thinking about was the pudding, the crème brûlée made by her sect master.

After finishing the main course, Richelieu rinsed his mouth with the red wine that had just begun to exude sweetness, and looked at Sun Wen, who was holding the bottle like a waiter.

"The dessert after the meal was crème brûlée. Sun Wen lived up to his expectations and brought a small cylindrical dessert at the end, and then placed it in front of Richelieu and whispered, "Come and taste our craft." ”

"We?" the smile on Richelieu's face quickly smeared with a layer of sweetness, "yes, it's our craft." As she spoke, she picked up the small plate and took a bite with the dessert spoon, but the feeling in her mouth was not as sweet as she imagined, but with a little astringency and graininess in the sweetness, and a long aftertaste.

"It's ......"

"Richelieu, your idea of stirring milk with a spoon dipped in walnut powder is wonderful!" Sun Wen said, turning his gaze from Richelieu's face to the small plate in her hand, "I still like desserts as sweet and astringent as my first love than the sweet feeling of love." ”

"Really?" Risse muttered and looked at the dessert in his hand, then stared at Sun Wen's face, and he also said words of thanks and compliments, he was still so puzzled, just like discussing the feelings of first love in front of his fiancée now......

Thinking that Richelieu tasted the pudding in his hand again, the feeling was very similar, and after thinking about it for a while, he found that what this dessert wanted to express was actually the same emotion as in his heart now.

"My lord, is this pudding made for me?" Richelieu said softly, and the roots of her ears turned red, and she did not stop the spoon in her hand when she asked Sun Wen for confirmation.

"Of course, this is our dessert! Of course, we have to give it to you first!" Sun Wen looked at Richelieu, whose ears were red with joy, and just thought that she liked this dessert very much, so he nodded confidently and muttered, "If you like it, the Prince of Wales and they will probably like it very much." ”

"Lord!" Richelieu frowned and stood up and scolded Sun Wenjiao over there, "You are so stupid!" and then left with the unfinished pudding.