She looked at her very weakly, looking out the window at the sky that was gradually gloomy,

"Smack!"

The crystal lamps above the heads of the three people were lit at the right time, and the warm orange color sprinkled softly through the windows onto the street, reflecting the street lamps, making people unconsciously speed up the pace of going home.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little wrong, he volunteered to stand up and tried to change the subject:

"What ingredients do you have at home, I'll cook them today!"

"There is nothing at home, and we will prepare the ingredients every day, and we will go to get them when we get home."

"In this case, I'll go back when I go!"

As soon as the end note fell, the seat where the face was sitting was empty, and the cushion was slowly rebounding.

After three breaths, the smell of extremely fresh seafood brushed the faces of the two ladies.

"Ahh There's actually blue abalone! Every time I go to Watergate, I say that I have been taken away by the face hemp! ”

About five or six ingredients floated in front of him, and Kushina's eyes lit up slightly, and his index finger pointed at the four sea creatures with sapphire blue shells, and exclaimed.

The face is numb and scratches his head embarrassedly,

"Next time, definitely!"

"Wow, I'll see! There are also white and tender octopus, lively tiger prawns, fresh beef still twitching, and crystal clear dragon whale meat......"

After Kushina finished reporting the names of the dishes with emotion, he turned around and turned to the semi-open kitchen, and followed the dried seafood in the same obedient manner, neatly pasted on the board.

Terumi wanted to get up to help, but was stopped by Kushina:

"Let's talk and keep that guy busy!"

"But... It's usually me at home..."Terumi said hesitantly.

Jiu Sinai smiled and unveiled the old bottom:

"When his father was still in his mental space, it was not uncommon to see him cooking, don't get used to him."

Terumi smiled and spoke, got up slightly, and cast a glance at the busy figure in the kitchen, her eyebrows and eyes full of tenderness.

Her idea has always been simple:

Whether she will be able to do it or not, she will provide him with the most intimate life.

Miaoma, who was cooking the ingredients, sensed the conversation between the two most important women in his life, and a happy smile appeared on his face.

He stood half a meter away from the table, with his left hand behind his back, his right hand raised, and his five fingers spread out in the air, quite a conductor's style.

"Whoa~"

Out of thin air, a strong, translucent stream of water rinsed all the ingredients from head to toe, inside and out, and in the process, some of the filthy parts were spit out by the octopus.

The abalone meat and all the attachments on the shell are also cleaned, and the royal blue shell is as charming as a sea of stars falling to the ground.

The "body odor" of the sea is also removed by the water, and the fishy smell in the air is dissipated, and there is a faint aroma similar to lemon.

His chin was slightly raised, his eyes were half-open, his nose was slightly open to the sides, and the smell of lemon essence he liked penetrated into his nose and reached the cerebral cortex.

His slender five fingers commanded again, and several tiny wind blades leaped between the white and red flesh.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The round octopus is cut into small pieces, wrapped in the wind, and the entrails and eyeballs are crumpled together, and they hit the garbage basket perfectly in a hollow basket pose.

With the help of the wind, the shell of the blue abalone separates, and the white and tender meat is crossed with two knives.

As if unwilling to be the meat of the board, the snow-white tiger shrimp is still jumping, but it is a pity that the strong wind honestly presses it on the board.

Cut open the shrimp shell and see each other...

As the wind blade approached, the tail of the tiger shrimp opened outward, but this sight of begging for mercy was particularly provocative to Mianma.

"Poof!"

The slightly curved back was neatly picked apart by the wind blade, and the black and slender shrimp line flew out completely, swept into the same place by the wind.

Next, the beef is cut into three-dimensional square pieces according to the beautiful snowflake pattern.

The same goes for dragon whale meat, neatly stacked in a deep dish filled with ice.

"Garlic and millet pepper are the soul of seafood!"

The noodles happily turned out the souls of peppers, onions, onions, ginger and garlic, and under the training of the wind blade, the blocks and foam were regular.

Except for the thumb, the other four fingers were cocked at the same time, and four flames as large as the blue abalone were suspended from the same time, and the four palm-sized blue abalone obediently fell on top of the four flames one by one, waiting for a transformation of rebirth.

"Zizi~"

The juice of the blue abalone was forced out by the high temperature, and tiny white bubbles rose and struggled on the edges of the meat.

Seeing that the meat has been whitened, the face is numb and the thumb is slightly hooked, and the soul seasoning prepared on the side flies to the top of the abalone meat, with red in yellow and green in red.

Homeopathic and then drizzled a little one by one, the very fresh black sauce,

That's called a delicious!

"Da~poof!"

The stove was opened, and a circle of blue flames expanding outward quickly appeared, licking the bottom of the glossy pot, and the face was numb and had no intention of retiring the iron pot.

He still stood still, the wind carried the oil pot for him, the spout tilted slightly, and the crystalline liquid flowed out, drawing a circle of finishing touches on the bottom of the black pot.

Before the oil temperature rises and the smoke rises, the onion and rice pepper are mixed with red and white and rolled into the pot at the same time, causing a "zila" sound.

It stands to reason that this is supposed to be the time for the spatula to flip, but it is still hanging alone on the wall. The accessories in the pot absorb the oil and water, and under the control of the wind, they jump up and fall back into the pot, pulling into a beautiful arc of red and white.

The lumpy beef on the cutting board flew into the pot at the right time, and the cumin and other seasonings were mixed in, stirring up a pungent aroma.

"Hmm~ the aroma of cumin!" Terumi sitting in the living room shouted,

"Connoisseur!"

Jiu Sinai listened to the two singing and harmonizing, and infinite happiness swelled in her heart, remembering the days when she was newly married to Yan'er with Watergate......

"Stygian, you're really blessed.

"I said, I should let the men do more, in fact, they do it well!"

Zhao Meiming replied with a gentle smile, Xu is due to the character of the two, Zhao Meiming, who is gentle and considerate, still thinks in her heart that these trivial things in life should be done by her, and the face is responsible for resting.

......

While the two were talking, the source of the scent had changed to a different scene.

The face of the numb hand pointed at a flat blue and white porcelain plate, and pointed at it from afar, and an ice sculpture composed of broken ice naturally appeared on the plate.

Like a frozen frame of a swimming fish jumping out of the water, it is crystal clear and lifelike.

The snow-white tiger prawns stand in the ice, and at first glance they look very dynamic as they jump out of the water.

Thin as cicada wings, the translucent and smooth dragon whale meat is the finishing touch of this dish, and they are one by one, tightly covering the ice fish that jumped out of the ice, and the overall picture is more vivid.

"Whew!"

The wind blade cuts two moderately thick lemons and places them on the edge of a blue and white porcelain plate, garnishing with a few mint leaves.

The face hemp self-created - "Swimming Fish Jumping Ice" sashimi is completed!

"Puff~"

The rice cooker is also unwilling to be lonely at this time, spewing out a cloud of hot and humid steam, mixed with the sweet aroma of rice.

At this time, the sound of conversation in the hall came to the ears of Mian Ma:

"Is the face numb today? It's so fragrant, is he cooking? ”