Nanshan went back later tonight, practicing stabbing swords at Jianfeng, and forgetting the time while practicing, and before I knew it, the sun was about to set.

Hurried home, Ye Nanshan didn't take the car today, he ran all the way back, to say that this monk, and the difference between ordinary people, is really a world of difference, Ye Nanshan ran home from Jianfeng, the speed is much faster than the carriage, not to mention, all the way home, without any tiredness, just a little sweat on his forehead, just a few breaths, and the original Ye Nanshan ran 800 meters and 1,000 meters The feeling is not much different.

As soon as Ye Nanshan went home, he saw Wutong busy in the kitchen, and when he climbed, Ye Nanshan had an ominous premonition.

"Ahem, what are you doing?" Ye Nanshan asked as he walked into the kitchen.

"Cook. Wutong said confidently, and glanced at Ye Nanshan as he spoke, as if to say, can't you see this?

I really can't see it, Ye Nanshan always feels that she is fighting in the kitchen, that mess... Ye Nanshan didn't know how to describe it.

"What are you going to cook here?" Ye Nanshan asked, pointing to a pile of minced meat on the cutting board.

Wutong: "To make soup, I have already fried two dishes, and I can eat with another soup." ”

Ye Nanshan looked at the table, and sure enough, there were two dishes covered with thermos plates on the table, Ye Nanshan was very curious, what kind of dish was under the thermos plate, what kind of scene was that dish, Ye Nanshan dared to bet, bet five cents, even if he opened the thermos plate, he couldn't recognize what kind of dish was inside......

"What kind of meat are you, where did you buy it, it won't be fresh, right? ”

The minced meat on the cutting board is whiter in color than ordinary meat, and Ye Nanshan vaguely saw some sundries inside, which seemed to be broken bones?

"Is it the wrong color?" asked Sycamore, "isn't that the color of the fish?"

"Fish... Do you do this soup?"

Wutong was stunned for a moment and said, "What's wrong? I see that you make soup like this, and chop it into minced meat." ”

...... Ye Nanshan, "Okay, there's nothing wrong, just be happy." ”

Yes, and no one says that fish can't be minced to make soup.

"Hmm... Have you deboned the fish?" Ye Nanshan asked, picking out a small sharp bone from the minced fish.

"Yikes. Sycamore exclaimed, and then his expression was a little tangled.

Well, no need to ask, no.

Ye Nanshan smiled at her and said, "When I first started learning to cook, there were always negligences, take your time, it's okay, the soup won't be done, just eat like this, isn't there still two dishes, it's enough to eat." ”

"Okay, eat. Wutong said, and walked to the table with Ye Nanshan.

"What are you doing here?" Ye Nanshan said as he lifted the insulation cover, and then, as expected, he couldn't recognize what it was dark inside.

Sycamore: "Guess. ”

I guess... How do I guess?

Ye Nanshan recognized it for a while, and then pointed to the plate of boiled and black dishes and asked, this is... Eggplant?

"That's right!" said Sycamore happily, then pointed to another dark dish and asked, "Guess this, guess what this is." ”

Ye Nanshan recognized it for a while, and then asked tentatively, "This is braised pork, right?"

"Haha, I guessed wrong!" Wutong looked proud, "This is green onion fried beef!"

Stir-fried beef with green onions?

What about green onions?!

Okay, the black paste at the bottom of the plate is probably the green onion, but your green onion fried beef, the lump of beef cut is as big as the braised pork?

No... Why are you not ashamed that others guessed your dish, but are so justified and happy?

Are you proud to make a dish that no one else recognizes?

Wutong said: I am very proud and have a sense of achievement!

It doesn't matter what it is, the most important thing now is whether the dish can be eaten or not, and what price does it cost.

Ye Nanshan can't forget the painful experience of eating a bowl of noodles and eating food poisoning the day before yesterday.

"Taste it and see how it tastes. Sycamore said.

Ye Nanshan looked at these two dishes and swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, this action, in Wutong's eyes, became a manifestation of appetite and swallowing saliva, and he was still a little proud in his heart.

"Where's the rice? Ye Nanshan looked around the kitchen and asked.

A true warrior, dare to face the dark cuisine! Ye Nanshan is out, eat!

However, it is still necessary to use rice to serve a dish, at least, the rice can dilute some of the strange flavors he can think of, at least, it will not make himself numb to the point of numbness like the last time he ate noodles.

"Rice ......"

At the mention of rice, Wutong was stunned, then stuck out his tongue, and said with some embarrassment, "I seem to have forgotten to cook rice." ”

Really......

After thinking about it, Ye Nanshan said, "Why don't I make some noodles to eat at night." ”

"Okay. Sycamore nodded in response.

Ye Nanshan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, making noodles and eating them at night, he was able to escape the catastrophe.

However, Ye Nanshan just breathed a sigh of relief, and listened to Wutong say: "It's enough to make a bowl, I'll eat noodles, you eat vegetables, I forgot to cook, so, you eat all the dishes, if you eat enough, I'll eat noodles." ”

“......”

Well, I still have to eat......

Probably because of the color Lingzhi faint, looking at Wutong, Ye Nanshan couldn't make up his mind to say that he wouldn't eat the dishes she cooked.

By the way, she didn't mean to poison us, did she?

With the complicated feeling of being poisoned by the glory, Ye Nanshan began to make noodles.

Wutong also came to help, to help light the fire, Ye Nanshan saw her burning the fire, only to know why Wutong can make the dish so black.

Stuff the stove directly with firewood from the stove, and then the nail cover flicked, popping out a little spark, the spark fell into the stove, and when it landed, the firewood of the stove was all lit at once, and the fire was called that one Wang.

"The fire is smaller, smaller, too big. Ye Nanshan hurriedly said.

"Oh. Sycamore answered, and then added another handful of firewood to the stove that was already filled with firewood.

Ye Nanshan was stunned for a moment, did I not say it clearly, or did she not hear it clearly?

"Put, put, I'll come. Ye Nanshan said that he had started to burn the fire, "You go and rest." ”

Wutong stood up from the stove, walked aside, but did not leave, looked at Ye Nanshan, who was busy making the fire smaller, and said softly: "Am I stupid..."

Ye Nanshan was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at Wutong, surprised that Wutong could talk like this, and was also surprised that Wutong had a slightly distressed and tangled expression on his face at this time.

Ye Nanshan felt something wrong before, but I couldn't tell what was wrong, and now I suddenly realized that something was wrong today, it was Wutong.

By the way, why is she so cute today?

With a smile, Ye Nanshan looked at Wutong and said, "How can you be stupid, it's just that you're not familiar with it, I can't do it well at the beginning, just learn a few more times, come, I'll teach you." ”

Yenanshan beckoned to the sycamore.

"Okay. Wutong also smiled, and then approached Ye Nanshan, squatted down beside him, and watched how the stove was burned.

The fire was very strong, and the light of the fire jumped, reflecting the smiles on the faces of the two people squatting by the fire.