"What, is it really unpalatable?" Facing Yun Hu'an's disgusted tone, Song Yingsheng was a little embarrassed, and immediately filled himself a bowl and tasted it.

After entering the mouth, the porridge water rolled into Song Yingsheng's throat, he showed a stunned expression, continued to taste it, and then forcibly smiled and said, "Isn't it okay?" ”

"It's just okay." Yun Hu'an couldn't help but laugh, "Brother Yingsheng, aren't you just simple rice + water + ingredients?" This is not a delicious porridge. ”

"And how do you say you're going to cook it?" Song Yingsheng, who put the bowl down, asked.

"Hmm...... Tomorrow, I'll cook it for you tomorrow. Saying that it was not delicious, Yun Hu'an still obediently drank up his bowl, after all, it was cooked by Song Yingsheng, "You might as well think about what to do with what you cooked." ”

"Ugh....... I'll finish eating it myself......" In the spirit of self-inflicted, Song Yingsheng picked up the rice cooker and ate it in a big gulp.

Every bite of his is to swallow dates, so that he tries not to taste those tastes, there is one thing to say, in fact, it is not delicious, but if you eat it, you will not have a lot of appetite, it belongs to the kind that can feed people, but can not make people satisfied.

Yun Hu'an watched all this from the side, and couldn't help but share a little bit and help Song Yingsheng solve the food by himself.

You know, this is a virtue, as the old saying goes, who knows that the food on the plate is hard work, and the two of them can also be regarded as not wasting food, so they don't have to fall into the twelfth layer of hell.

After eating the porridge, the two of them lay on the chairs, Yun Hu'an seemed to be fine, and Song Yingsheng automatically and consciously slipped away to wash the dishes.

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August 6, 2020, morning.

Yesterday's Song Yingsheng, after taking care of Yun Hu'an, stayed in the Yun family for a while.

This is mainly because when Yun's father and mica came back, he was not too surprised to see him here, but invited him to continue to be a guest and have dinner together.

After dinner, it was time to play chess with Father Yun, this time Father Yun, still did not grow, Song Yingsheng was very reluctant, deliberately lost two, and at the same time won two by himself, creating a situation of 'you come and go', Father Yun is still unsatisfied, and he just wants to play again.

It's a pity that with the suspension of mica, Father Yun could only put away the chessboard in a gloomy manner, but it can be seen that when he looked at Song Yingsheng's gaze, it seemed that from the initial suspicion, and then to the later indifference, to the current belief, which also made Yun Hu'an, who saw all this next to him, couldn't help but snicker a few times.

As for Song Yingsheng, he didn't feel anything himself, maybe he was more tired, after all, it was still more difficult to lose like releasing water, if it wasn't for the mica to stop, he wouldn't be able to go back, it could be regarded as saving his brain cells, and after going back, he fell asleep quickly and woke up in the morning.

As always, he went to the bathroom first, it was currently nine o'clock in the morning, and the physiological clock that had been conditioned by Yun Hu'an had already made him remember this time, he washed his face, waved his hand, and said that he didn't want to go through the bathroom copy today, and the prompt of the system disappeared directly.

Next, Song Yingsheng changed his shirt and trousers again, walked out of the house, pressed the doorbell, and saw Yun Hu'an, who was wearing an apron and home clothes, cooking there.

That's right, this is the time to cook breakfast, she is wearing a pink and embroidered bear pattern apron, she is cooking the porridge to be eaten in the morning, in line with her trust in Yun Hu'an's cooking skills, Song Yingsheng said that the wait is worth it, and immediately sat at the dinner table, playing with her mobile phone with peace of mind.

Inside the mobile phone, the latest news is displayed, it says that the museum can be reopened after repairs, so Song Yingsheng naturally wants to ask, do you want to go again, after getting a positive reply, he waved his arm happily, saying that he can finally go to clear the Dunkirk copy.

If you don't remember the plot very well, it was probably that Song Yingsheng fled all the way to Dunkirk, but was unlucky enough to be killed by a bomber.

But in fact, as long as he is not killed by the bombing and survives, it should be easier to clear the customs, because according to the historical process, there will be a large number of citizens of the country where the sun never sets, to take their heroes home, as long as Song Yingsheng can get on the ship, he will definitely be able to escape to Britain.

However, this can't be said to be certain, who knows, there will be any accidents at that time? Song Yingsheng can only improvise and see what strategies can be used.

The picture returned to the Yun family, Yun Hu'an didn't cook much, there were only three small bowls, two bowls were for Song Yingsheng to eat, and he ate one bowl himself.

Next to the bowl, there are two cups of skim milk, it is estimated that Yun Hu'an wants to become taller (Song Yingsheng guessed), and it was prepared there, the girl is only fifteen years old, and her height is a little more than one meter six, and she can always grow, although in the past three years, Song Yingsheng has not felt that she has grown too tall.

As for the inside of the bowl, that is, the protagonist of this meal, it is preserved egg porridge, the two Nanyue people obviously will not be disgusted with this kind of thing, and even regard it as a delicacy, and look at this fragrance, Song Yingsheng can feel the difference, at least in terms of appearance, Yun Hu'an's porridge can be cooked by hanging him.

What about the taste? No matter how good-looking something is, it is useless without connotation, just like no matter how powerful a company is, no matter how powerful it is, as long as it kneels at the speed of light when it is facing outsiders, it is destined to be despised by others, this logic is still quite normal, Song Yingsheng Nai picked up the spoon and tasted it gently.

“！”

After Song Yingsheng took a sip, he didn't speak, but took another sip.

He always felt that he was not drinking, but porridge water, which flowed into his mouth.

To put it simply, after the entrance, I just want people to keep tasting it, under the simple porridge water, there is a slightly salty taste of preserved eggs, as well as the sweetness brought by lean meat, and the taste of the whole porridge is getting thicker and thicker, seeping into Song Yingsheng's tongue, I believe that people who don't like to eat white porridge will try again and again.

At least Song Yingsheng was quite enjoyable with eating, so much so that after he drank these two bowls, he was still unsatisfied, and finally only held back one sentence:

"Xiao Huan, if you don't become a chef, it's really a waste."

"Don't be stupid." Although Yun Hu'an was happy because of this appreciation, he was still very clear about his strength, "The chef will definitely cook better than me, and besides, do you want to see me working in the smoke all the time?" ”

"You don't have to be in the fume, it's good for you to be a little chef like this." Song Yingsheng, who finished eating the porridge with preserved eggs and lean meat, took the initiative to clean up the dishes and chopsticks again and slipped away to wash the dishes.

"As long as you're willing to eat, that's fine." Yun Hu'an smiled, quietly held his cheeks, and watched Song Yingsheng walk into the kitchen.