Feng Zhenzhen finally picked out three carrots from the refrigerator. She plans to stir-fry a shredded carrot, which is simple and nutritious.

Duan Qingyuan, who was sitting in the restaurant, still looked at his bowl of masterpieces.

"Is my dish delicious? I didn't even taste it myself......" Suddenly, Duan Qingyuan himself became curious. Looking at the bowl of dried green beans with good color and fragrance, I was very greedy.

"No matter, I'll taste it first......" Taking advantage of Feng Zhenzhen's serious busyness, Duan Qingyuan got up quietly, walked to the kitchen, and brought a pair of chopsticks.

After sitting down again, he picked up a green bean and put it in his mouth with an elegant movement, chewing it gently.

Originally, his expression was so proud, so relaxed, and so leisurely, however, when he chewed the green bean, halfway through it, his face suddenly changed a lot, and it became like a dark cloud.

And his expression became very strange and distorted, his eyes widened in an instant, and even the pair of heroic broad eyebrows were tightly frowned.

But his mouth was still chewing, very hard, very slowly......

Finally, after chewing a lot, he turned around, lowered his head slightly, and vomited at the trash can on the ground.

"Uh......" He also made a very soft sound when he vomited.

He couldn't eat anymore, he really couldn't eat anymore. The taste of the green beans can be described as ancient and unparalleled. Salty is not the point, the point is too sweet. Oh no, it's not too sweet either, it's the sour taste that's the point.

In short, it is also a mixture of flavors. In addition to the normal dry sautéed green beans, there is no taste, sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty, and all other flavors are included.

After spitting up, Duan Qingyuan sat up straight again, staring at his bowl of masterpieces, dumbfounded.

"Ca, it's so unpalatable...... Fortunately, I didn't let Feng Zhenzhen taste ...... just now" After a while, Duan Qingyuan's mouth couldn't help but sigh softly.

He was genuinely glad. If Feng Zhenzhen tasted it just now and found that the food he made tasted so unpalatable, how faceless would he be?

Didn't someone say it? A man who cooks delicious food, at least has a high emotional intelligence. Then, a man who doesn't cook well must be easily associated with stupidity.

How smart and wise is he Duan Qingyuan, how can he be stupid?

"Forget it, don't eat it." Looking at the bowl of dishes, Duan Qingyuan's skin suddenly turned terrified, picked it up again, and decisively poured it into the trash can.

At this time, Feng Zhenzhen happened to hold the bowl of freshly fried shredded carrots and walked to the kitchen door. Seeing Duan Qingyuan's demeanor, she was taken aback and hurriedly shouted to stop.

"Qingyuan, what are you doing? Don't waste it! She shouted as she strode forward, trying to grab him.

However, she was half a step too late after all. That big dish had been poured into the trash by Duan Qingyuan.

Duan Qingyuan didn't expect her to make a dish so quickly, and after putting the empty plate back on the table, he looked at Feng Zhenzhen again, and tried to squeeze out a smile at Feng Zhenzhen, and asked her, "Is your dish ready?" ”

Now Feng Zhenzhen was very puzzled and angry, because she didn't understand Duan Qingyuan's behavior just now, so she ignored his question for the time being, and asked him in a serious tone, "Why did you pour them down?" I didn't even take a bite ......."

Feng Zhenzhen has always hated extravagance and waste, and likes to be diligent and thrifty. Even if Duan Qingyuan's cooking was particularly unpalatable, she didn't approve of him throwing it away. And, more importantly, she didn't even taste a bite of this dish.

Seeing that she cared so much, the smile on Duan Qingyuan's face not only did not condense, but became brighter. He thought about it casually, and replied to Feng Zhenzhen: "Just now, a mosquito flew in and crashed into it, staining it, and I couldn't eat it, so I fell down." ”

After Duan Qingyuan finished speaking, he saw Feng Zhenzhen looking at him with such a strange and resentful gaze, and asked her seriously, "How is it?" Isn't it a pity? ”

Feng Zhenzhen didn't believe Duan Qingyuan, because today she already felt that he was extremely abnormal, as if he had snake spirit disease. She put the dish in her hand on the table, and asked him helplessly and speechlessly, "Is it really because mosquitoes flew in?" Or are you making it too unpalatable for you to dare to let me eat? ”

Feng Zhenzhen turned out to be so smart, and Duan Qingyuan was scared by shallowness. After he adjusted himself, his tone became serious, and he said to Feng Zhenzhen with confidence: "Nonsense! Because of mosquitoes, of course! For no reason, what am I lying to you for? The food I cook can't be unpalatable. Next time, I'll make it for you next time. ”

Feng Zhenzhen's head tilted left and right, and she was always skeptical of Duan Qingyuan's words. Anyway, she had regrets in her heart, she didn't taste a bite of Duan Qingyuan's fried dishes just now.

She turned back to the kitchen, brought two clean empty rice bowls and rice kept warm at noon, and told Duan Qingyuan, "Then tonight, we will eat this one dish." ”

Duan Qingyuan naturally had no objection, took the rice she handed over, and then immediately stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the shredded carrots she made, and said, "Okay." Now I'm going to try your handiwork. ”

Feng Zhenzhen didn't want him, sat next to him, and began to eat seriously.

The stir-fried carrot shreds made by Feng Zhenzhen are good in color and flavor, and the taste is crispy and sweet, which is very delicious. Duan Qingyuan was eating, and the chopsticks couldn't stop at all.

He couldn't help but feel strange again, the Feng family was wealthy in the past, Feng Zhenzhen was a daughter, and she didn't need to do housework such as cooking and laundry at all. So, when did she learn to cook?

"Who taught you how to make this dish? Your mother? It tastes pretty good......" Duan Qingyuan couldn't help but say as he ate.

Feng Zhenzhen didn't realize how delicious the dish she made was, but she still answered Duan Qingyuan shallowly, saying, "Well, my mother taught me." ”

The more Duan Qingyuan ate, the happier he became, and he praised categorically, "That's good." Every day from now on, we will eat at home. ”

After he finished speaking, Feng Zhenzhen tilted her head slightly, glanced at him with aggrieved eyes, and asked him, "Isn't this okay?" Every day afterward? ”

It's not that she doesn't want to, it's because she has to go to work now. When I got home from work, I still cooked, and there was really not enough time.

Duan Qingyuan was still eating happily, he didn't need to raise his eyes to look at Feng Zhenzhen, and he knew why she was reluctant, and said, "Don't worry, it's fast to cook a meal." After we get off work, we first go to the supermarket to buy groceries together, and then go home and work together. I prepare everything, and you take care of cooking rice, stir-frying, soup, and so on. ”

After Feng Zhenzhen heard what he said, the whole person was stunned again. She deeply suspected that the former Duan Qingyuan was not Duan Qingyuan at all. It wasn't until today that she knew the real Duan Qingyuan.