has been a cook for so many years, Hao Cheng is not picky about eating. When she first came, there was no way to choose, the scholar had eaten the coarse tea and light rice at home for so many years, and her mouth was not as mouthy as her.

But she has been here for more than a month, and her mouth has long been raised by herself, and the unpalatable things can barely be used to fill her stomach, like the things cooked by the man in front of her, she would rather throw them away than eat another bite.

It doesn't matter if the ingredients are expensive or not, cheap ingredients can make delicious things that won't stop you can't stop eating. Don't get tired of eating, don't get tired of fine. Hao Cheng also pays attention to eating to a certain level.

For example, today's noodles, she buys her own flour and rolls the noodles by herself, there is no noodle machine here, and she relies on the thin noodles made by hand.

Although flour is not expensive, the noodles cooked from this ingredient are chewy. When Hao Cheng is busy, he simply puts down a bowl of noodles, and the clear soup and little water also have a different kind of deliciousness.

She shouldn't have let this stranger cook her own noodles, because that would be a waste of ingredients.

Hao Cheng only tasted one bite of this noodles, and then put the bowl down. With a black face, he didn't eat that bowl of dark food.

Jiang Mengzhen didn't think there was anything, after all, he used up at least a dozen taels of silver for a meal on weekdays, and he didn't take this kind of noodles that were not worth a few dollars. The first time he cooked, although he boiled noodles into gnocchi, he just had no experience.

Although this gnocchi is not good-looking, it is the first time he cooks it, and this white-faced scholar suddenly looks angry, and Jiang Mengzhen is also very dissatisfied.

But he was under the eaves, and he stayed in this scholar's dilapidated house, and he was rescued by others. Jiang Meng really didn't show his dissatisfaction, he only lowered his head to eat the bowl of gnocchi he made.

He subconsciously spit it out as soon as he took a bite, it was so unpalatable! The gnocchi is rotten in some places and uncooked in some places, and it smells of raw flour. The noodle soup is so salty and bitter that taking a small sip is like swallowing a large piece of salt.

How could there be such an unpalatable thing in the world! Jiang Mengzhen subconsciously wanted to reprimand the cook who made this thing for him, but suddenly reacted again. He is not the son of the high-ranking prince now, nor is he the righteous monarch who is married to the deceased general's daughter, Ming Media.

The bowl of unpalatable gnocchi soup in front of him was not made by others, but by his own hand.

Eat it, he is really hard to swallow, he can force himself to bear it, his body can't stand it, and he probably has to spit it out if he eats it. Don't eat it, and your stomach is beating happily again. Cooing and cooing.

He hadn't tasted embarrassment for a long time, maybe no one dared to give him an ugly look for many years, but falling off the cliff, in this small dilapidated house where no one knew his identity, here and now, Jiang Mengzhen felt a little embarrassed for a while.

A well-read, gentle and virtuous man should also have good cooking skills, but it is clear that he has failed. If it were the false identity he was saying now, the kind of gentle and affectionate personality he was pretending to be, what would he say to remedy it at such a time?

Jiang Mengzhen's brain was running at high speed, but before he could say anything, the young woman with a gloomy face on the opposite side suddenly stood up and took away her bowl full of gnocchi soup on the table.

As he stood up, he heard the clattering of kitchen knives on the cutting board, and the smell of oil melting and heating up in the pan.

Where Jiang Mengzhen lives, the kitchen and the place to eat are far away, and there are even more than a dozen cooks and cooks, so they will never let the masters get a little smell of oily smoke.

Unlike this kind of room, the small kitchen can only stand a few people, and the little things are full, and they are connected to the dining hall, and the smell of what is wafted all over the room.

Out of a strong sense of precaution, he quickly put the embarrassment behind him, and hurriedly stood up to watch the strange woman cook, lest the other party put things in place where he couldn't see them.

This is the first time in 28 years that he has done cooking, and it is also the first time that he has stared at someone else cooking.

Hao Cheng didn't feel anything when she was looked at, after all, in her previous life, when she was a cook, she participated in many competitions, and when she was cooking in a hotel, she sometimes had to let the apprentice look at her, and it didn't matter if others looked at her or not.

And as soon as she touches the spatula and kitchen knife, she basically enters a no-man's land, and she doesn't care if someone is watching her on the side.

Jiang Mengzhen made noodles, and Hao Cheng made noodles, very simple Yangchun noodles. The ingredients are also very simple, shiitake mushroom roots and a handful of soybean sprouts in the broth, a small piece of white lard, a light green chives that she grows herself, and freshly cut thin noodles for two.

Considering that Jiang Mengzhen might have been hungry for a long time, she specially grabbed a little more noodles.

Hao Cheng covered the ingredients with cold water, and the vegetarian stock and water were boiling on the stove at the same time.

She took two clean wide-mouthed large noodle bowls, picked half a small spoon of cooked lard and a little salt in one bowl, and then skillfully sharpened the kitchen knife on the whetstone twice, and the knife fell in her hand, removing the white onion of the chives, and the thin chives became two millimeters of green onions, which were extremely uniform in length, and they were particularly neat and pleasing to look at.

Waiting for a steaming bowl of noodles to come out didn't take her long.

Jiang Mengzhen originally wanted to help Sheng Mian, but was forced back by Hao Cheng with extremely resentful eyes. He'd just broken two of her bowls, and he didn't even want to waste her money again.

Jiang Mengzhen sat on the table, a bowl sprinkled with green onions, exuding an attractive aroma, and the excellent Yangchun noodles were placed in front of him.

"Eat." After Hao Cheng finished speaking, he buried his head in eating his share. Jiang Mengzhen sat upright on the stool and didn't move, just now he really didn't see this person do any small movements that shouldn't be. If you don't get stunned, you have to be starved, and it's better to be stunned than to be starved.

He hesitated for a moment, but still picked up a pair of chopsticks that he had rinsed no less than ten times.

When he took a bite of noodles, his brain stopped thinking, although it was just a bowl of ordinary Yangchun noodles, it was enough for him to swallow his tongue. Although his movements are still graceful, he is surprisingly fast.