By the time Sikong Yao woke up, it was already dark.

After not eating for three days, Sikong Yao's face was as pale as paper, and his body bones were obviously much thinner.

Guo Mingying was waiting by her side, a little unhappy and slightly angry.

She was both concerned and scolded: "Xiao Yao, how did you do it, how long have you been playing?" ”

Sikong Yao looked confused, looked at Guo Mingying with some sadness, and suddenly hugged her violently.

Tears wet Guo Mingying's clothes, Sikong Yao vented all the grievances in her heart these days, no matter what, she is just a girl.

Guo Mingying was stunned for a moment, then gently patted Sikong Yao's back and held her in his arms.

She didn't need words, she could also feel the sadness in Sikong Yao's heart.

After a long time, the girl in her arms stopped sobbing, and Guo Mingying slowly asked, "Xiao Yao, has something happened?" ”

Sikong Yao adjusted her mood a little and told everything that happened.

Guo Mingying looked stunned, and asked in a panic, "Xiao Yao, what should you do now?" ”

Sikong Yao was a little disappointed, and then turned his head slightly to look at the machine of the Heart of the Holy Food, and responded: "I don't know, first hone in the Heart of the Holy Food, and then first obtain the qualification to enter the main city, learn more exquisite skills, complete the assessment task of the dessert department of St. Yide Road in half a year, enter the dessert department to study, and participate in the National Cherry Cup Dessert Competition a year later, prove it to that man." ”

Guo Mingying took Sikong Yao's hand and persuaded, "Xiao Yao, why don't you move to my house." ”

Sikong Yao shook her head a little confused, and declined Guo Mingying's invitation: "No, I still have to learn to be self-reliant, and I can't always rely on others anymore." ”

Guo Mingying frowned, and said a little angrily: "Are you self-reliant like this?" Playing games all the time? How long has it been since you eaten? ”

Sikong Yao shook his head slightly, stopped talking, and then fell silent.

Guo Mingying didn't know how to persuade her, and her emotions were also a little up and down, and her well-trained cultivation made her understand that she couldn't stimulate this poor girl anymore at this time.

Guo Mingying opened the porridge cooked by Meng Xiyao, filled a bowl, and gestured: "Xiao Yao, let's drink a bowl of porridge to warm up first." ”

Sikong Yao took the bowl and spoon handed over by Guo Mingying, and there was a warm warmth from the wall of the bowl.

The millet porridge was covered with yellow corn, like a beautiful sunshine, and fresh shrimp with diced red tomatoes lying quietly on the noodles as if asleep, surrounded by a few slices of fried bacon.

When you take a sip, the carefully boiled delicacy seems to fill the emptiness of the soul.

Western-style cuisine, Italian shrimp polenta.

Sikong Yao gently stirred the spoon, and the silky and sticky corn porridge whetted her appetite.

She asked Guo Mingying with some surprise: "You did this?" ”

Guo Mingying shook her head and replied, "No, it was Meng Xiyao who did it." ”

"Meng Xiyao?" Sikong Yao was a little confused.

Guo Mingying nodded and said, "He said that he wanted you to comment on his new dessert and let me bring it to you, but I didn't expect to stuff me with such a big pot of porridge and soup, which killed me." ”

Sikong Yao kept stirring the porridge water in the bowl, and he could feel the chef's meticulousness when cooking.

Cut the bacon into slices, each slice of the same thickness, sautéed with minced garlic and hot olive oil until fragrant. The corn and shrimp are carefully selected to weigh no more than one gram and are cleaned to the spotless.

Millet porridge is cooked with extremely precise heat control, which is not only boiled into a liquid diet suitable for people with weak bodies, but also does not destroy the nutritional structure of millet itself.

What Sikong Yao admires the most is that the chef added a trace amount of white grapes to drive away the fishy smell of shrimp.

Sikong Yao took a sip, and a warm warmth spread throughout his body, and the taste of carotene was like a gift from the gods, warming Sikong Yao's stomach that had not eaten for a long time.

Every slice of bacon, every shrimp, and every grain of corn tastes the same, so flawless, you can't fault it.

Guo Mingying was a little fascinated, and also added a bowl, and said greedily: "I'm hungry too, hehe." ”

A large pot of porridge was swept away by two delicate girls, who were still looking at the other insulated bowl.

Sikong Yao urged: "Xiao Ying, open that one too." ”

Guo Mingying hesitated a little and asked, "This is not good, your body is so weak, is it okay to eat too much?" ”

Sikong Yao, who had drunk the polenta, was obviously in a much better spirit, and her face began to be rosy, and she said impatiently: "Oh, hurry up, don't be so verbose." ”

Guo Mingying had no choice but to reluctantly open the lid of the insulated bowl.

The clear soup is golden in color, wafting with the smell of fresh egg flowers, and the tender enoki mushrooms are like playful fish swimming in the crystal clear soup. Verdant celery leaves and some roasted mushrooms, a simple Western-style consommé with an irresistible alluring charm, the delicate enoki mushrooms have been soaked in salted water beforehand to maintain a white mushroom body and hang a little salty.

Sikong Yao took a deep breath and asked again, "Xiao Ying, this is really Meng Xiyao's doing." ”

Guo Mingying had already secretly drunk the soup, and was startled by Sikong Yao, scalded by the delicious soup, and then replied a little embarrassed: "I don't know, he gave it to me, it should be made by him, he seems to be studying Western food in the cooking department." ”

Sikong Yao was a little confused, and asked a question that no one could answer: "Such a great Western food genius, it's really good to run to make desserts." ”

Guo Mingying was also puzzled, but she couldn't explain why.

After satisfying the two of them to eat this fresh mushroom egg drop soup, they lay down on the soft bed together and shared some secret words in the boudoir.

Guo Mingying was the first to speak, and asked with a wicked smile: "Xiao Yao, do you think this Meng Xiyao is interesting to you?" ”

Sikong Yao glanced at Guo Mingying, with contempt in her eyes.

"What nonsense, I criticize his desserts so much, he will still like me, is he sick?"

Guo Mingying turned over, looked at Sikong Yao, smiled flatteringly, and continued: "That's not necessarily, some people just like the pleasure of being abused, Queen Fan or something, for them it is an irresistible existence, the more you ** him, he is refreshing, the more you ignore him, the more he is dead set on you." ”

Sikong Yao didn't even look at Guo Mingying, and replied directly: "Then don't stick such a person to me." ”

Guo Mingying said with interest: "You can't say that, you see that this Meng Xiyao is not very good, handsome and good at cooking, if you open a Western restaurant together, it will definitely be popular, aren't you worried about how to support yourself?" ”

Sikong Yao waved his hand and continued: "Why are you so excited, if you like yourself, and why is Meng Xiyao called a masochist by you?" ”

Guo Mingying didn't laugh angrily, and said provocatively: "Ouch, ouch, let's protect the food, let's be moved, I will protect him so quickly." ”

Sikong Yao slammed the soft pillow over, and said angrily: "Shut up, don't talk nonsense." ”

Guo Mingying caught the pillow, pounced on Sikong Yao's body, and asked, "Okay, then you tell me who you like, and I won't talk about Meng Xiyao." ”

Sikong Yao stepped on the bed, the elastic iron spring trembled, Guo Mingying leaned, and Sikong Yao rode her under her.

Guo Mingying's hands were grabbed behind Sikong Yao's back, she arched her back and begged for mercy: "Xiao Yao, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, let me go." ”

Sikong Yao laughed, and then **said: "Let you talk nonsense, don't you dare." ”

Guo Mingying kicked and kicked her legs indiscriminately, begging: "Don't dare, don't dare, let go of me quickly." ”

Sikong Yao was like a warrior returning triumphantly, showing off how powerful she was, she smiled proudly and let go of Guo Mingying's hands, and then slapped it casually at the delicate place, and continued to smile.

"Let's see if you dare to talk nonsense in the future."

Guo Mingying puffed out her face, looked at Sikong Yao sadly, and snorted coldly, showing her displeasure. It seems that frolicking with this female warrior is not fun at all.

The two of them then lay quietly on the bed, Guo Mingying took care of Sikong Yao for a long time, and she was very tired after making such a fuss. Feeling the supple spring bed, she fell asleep quietly.

The night is deep, the lights outside the window have been left a few points, and there are no stars in the city sky, only a lonely bright moon.

There was silence all around, and it seemed a little deserted, Sikong Yao pulled the mattress and covered Guo Mingying's body.

She re-logged on to the Heart of the Holy Food, left a message for Master Meng, signaling him not to worry, and then went offline.

She began to wash the pots and bowls aimlessly again, looked at Meng Xiyao's dim sum in a daze, then took a shower, changed into refreshing pajamas, and gently collapsed on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

She regretted that she couldn't go back to any of her homes, if she had been calmer at that time, it wouldn't have been like this. She felt sorry for her brother who had always taken care of her so much, and she felt very uncomfortable. But looking back on some of the past events of fifteen years ago, she felt that all this was an unstoppable necessity.

She thought of the brandy pan-fried steak under the night sky of Xinsheng Village, the obedient cat-eared boy, and then the unfriendly Dark Street Lord at first, the mint-scented cigarettes, and the elegant Western-style cooking genius Meng Xiyao. There seems to be an extra white figure, a little blurry.

Sikong Yao sighed lightly, as if expressing the sorrow of the past few days.

She was holding Meng Xiyao's dessert in her hand, and for her now, dessert was her everything.

"National Cherry Cup Dessert Contest ......," she muttered.

Then the room went dark, and she fell asleep with a little sorrow.

In the dark night, Guo Mingying seemed to have an intention and held her in her arms.