Wu Xie piled all the ingredients taken out of the refrigerator in the arms of the stuffy oil bottle, tied the little yellow chicken apron given by the supermarket, and couldn't help but smile a little in his heart when he looked at him, these ingredients can be regarded as 'dead', they can be embraced by the master of Zhang Gate, who commands the nine gates, before they are eaten, and they can also spark in the collision between their lips and teeth.

Wu Xie was dark in his heart, and the stuffy oil bottle looked at the subtle and changeable expression on Wu Xie's face, and watched him still keep taking ingredients out, almost blocking his vision.

"Wu Xie." The stuffy oil bottle said at the right time.

Wu Xie turned his head and saw the handsome face of the stuffy oil bottle that was almost blocked by the ingredients, and hurriedly put some of the ingredients back to the refrigerator and said, "What's the matter, little brother, it's too heavy?" ”

The expression of the stuffy oil bottle has not changed for thousands of years - there is no expression: "I can't finish eating." ”

Wu Xie came to his senses, answered, looked around at the ingredients he was holding, and after taking back some of them, he took the ingredients in his arms and walked to the stove.

Wu Xie put them all into the pool, turned his head and saw the stuffy oil bottle pestle to the side like a sheepdog, and raised his eyebrows.

The stuffy oil bottle was as precious as gold as always, and said briefly: "Accompany you." ”

Wu Xie nodded and ignored him anymore, washing vegetables, selecting vegetables, cutting vegetables, stir-frying, and putting them out of the pot in one go, without any sense of shame as a family cook, as if he was born to cook for the stuffy oil bottle, and did his duty and hard work.

The stuffy oil bottle looked at Wu Xie's back, and occasionally leaned over like a ghost to fight and fight, but Wu Xie seemed to be openly and secretly unwilling for him to meddle in these trivial matters, and took care of everything in an orderly manner.

The stuffy oil bottle silently brought out the fried vegetables, and after Wu Xie washed the rice and stewed it, he took off his apron and followed out, and the two sat at the dining table, the stuffy oil bottle did not look up at the sky as before, and his eyes fell on the dishes fried by Wu Xie.

Stare at~

Wu Xie felt a little embarrassed, since the stuffy oil bottle left, he hadn't cooked a meal by himself for a long time, although this meal seemed to be very organized, but the color and flavor were really not as good as takeout, the shredded potatoes with green peppers seemed to be too much soy sauce, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and the eggs were broken, and the vinegared cabbage felt okay, but how could it be the same as boiled?

Wu Xie completely collapsed, and he hurriedly stood up. Hearing the noise, the stuffy oil bottle looked up at him suspiciously.

Bite. A crisp prompt sound.

Wu Xie grinned and said, "Little brother, the rice is cooked." ”

The stuffy oil bottle nodded, also stood up, and the two of them walked into the kitchen one after the other. The moment Wu Xie turned on the rice cooker, he quickly glanced inside, fortunately, this rice is still produced normally, and after calming down a little, he subconsciously took a spoonful to taste, and the taste was normal.

The stuffy oil bottle watched Wu Xie take out the stewed rice and quickly tasted a piece, the effect of the silver-white fragrant rice stewed was not bad, and the aroma of rice was released in the air, and he shouted: "Wu Xie." ”

Wu Xie subconsciously reacted, the stuffy oil bottle was still behind him, and he said with some embarrassment: "Little brother, I'll taste it and see if it's ripe." ”

The stuffy oil bottle nodded, took the two bowls of rice in Wu Xie's hand, and the two of them returned to the living room.

Watching the stuffy oil bottle eat is like appreciating the completion of a work of art, he has always been very educated when eating, not in a hurry, chewing slowly but can also eat a lot.

Wu Xie dragged his cheeks and looked at the stuffy oil bottle, he didn't know what he was looking at, he always felt that he couldn't see enough, his eyes seemed to grow on the stuffy oil bottle, and he couldn't pull it out.