Boom!

In the cramped kitchen, the flames almost reached the roof!

Zhang Ruoyu carried nearly twenty catties of iron pot with one hand, and when the oil was boiling, the pre-prepared ginger, garlic and chili peppers were thrown into the pot, and the hot oil splashed suddenly.

He flipped the spoon, tumbled the pan to stir-fry, threw all kinds of spices into the pot, and from time to time a half-meter-high flame burst out in the kitchen.

Han Jiangxue, who was standing aside and preparing side dishes, was very scared.

But this guy's cooking skills are really good.

Whether it is spoon turning or knife skills, it is even more exquisite than a star chef.

And the tangy fragrance made her appetite even more.

The stir-fried dishes are full of color and aroma, and the bone broth stewed next to it also continues to exude a strong aroma.

The temperature is getting higher, the kitchen is cramped and full of flames, and Zhang Ruoyu is sweating profusely.

Han Jiangxue prepared the side dishes, picked up the paper and walked over, and wiped Zhang Ruoyu's sweat.

"What?"

Zhang Ruoyu, who was smoking a cigarette, stir-fried the last dish, and was about to scold Han Jiangxue who was moving his hands and feet.

Han Jiangxue rolled her eyes: "Help you wipe your stinky sweat, don't move, your aunt is watching." ”

Zhang Ruoyu didn't dare to move immediately, and even cooperated with Han Jiangxue, bending over and tilting her head, afraid that she wouldn't be able to reach her.

Han Jiangxue kept pulling paper to wipe his sweat, because he was close, and saw his unshaved stubble in the past few days, hard facial lines, dark eyes, and muscles full of elasticity and explosiveness...

This sweat-drenched bastard is really quite good-looking.

"Almost." Zhang Ruoyu glared at Han Jiangxue. "Don't take advantage of the opportunity."

Mr. Han had already smoothed his neckline and began to wipe his chest with sweat.

"Your clothes are all wet and sweaty." Han Jiangxue's sneak attack failed, and she said hard-mouthed.

"My butt is sweaty too, do you want to wipe it?" Zhang Ruoyu pouted, and because it was inconvenient in his hands, he pushed Han Jiangxue with his buttocks. "Hurry up and serve the food, you and my aunt will eat first."

"Don't go, wait for you to eat together." Han Jiangxue raised her eyebrows.

Eating with her aunt, she was a little awkward.

"Grind and chirp." Zhang Ruoyu spit out the cigarette butt and stir-fried the last dish.

These five dishes and one soup are all my aunt's favorites, and he remembers them in his heart.

But from beginning to end, he never asked Mr. Han what he liked to eat, or made a special trip to cook for her.

But Mr. Han has a big pattern and is not a picky eater.

It was originally his aunt's birthday, and even the cake was prepared by Mr. Han.

Virtuous enough, right?

"Auntie, it's time to eat!"

Zhang Ruoyu served the dishes, served the dishes one by one, and opened a few bottles of beer.

Then serve.

Lin Qingxi also sat on the chair.

The two subconsciously found their seats, as they did ten years ago.

Although the seat left for Han Jiangxue was large, it was like an outsider, sitting in the exclusive chair of Zhang Ruo's foolish ghost father.

"Auntie, try my craft. I have been working in Beimang for ten years, and my cooking skills have long been perfected. I've been thinking about finding a chance to cook you a big meal. Zhang Ruoyu kept picking up vegetables for her aunt.

Soon, the bowl in front of the aunt was full of vegetables, and the rice was invisible.

When he returned to Beijing to see his aunt, his aunt served him and didn't even let him into the kitchen.

Han Jiangxue was not polite, she tossed all day, and her stomach was already croaking.

Picked up a piece of soft and glutinous braised pork and put it into his mouth, chewed it carefully, and couldn't help but be happy.

This guy deserves to be a kitchen god that even the leaders of the army rely on.

If he were to lead, he would resolutely disagree with his retirement!

But in order to show that he eats every day, he is even tired of eating.

Han Jiangxue quickly restrained the expression on her face, raised her eyebrows and said: "The braised pork is not as good as last night, there is too much sugar, and the stew is too bad and chewy." ”

Zhang Ruoyu's body was shocked.

What did this eat in her dream last night?

I didn't bother to take care of her, and continued to pick up vegetables for my aunt.

Lin Qingxi smiled softly and said softly: "Don't patronize the food for me, and give your wife some too." ”

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Ruoyu didn't react much.

Han Jiangxue, who was tasting the dishes, was not happy.

The braised pork in the mouth is not fragrant in an instant.

I don't have long hands, huh?

Do you need him to serve me food?

I thought they were all like you, coming to my house to be an uncle?

Han Jiangxue turned against the guest, picked up a fat chicken leg and stuffed it into Zhang Ruoyu's bowl, and said intimately: "You have been drinking every day recently, and you don't eat on time, so make up for your body more, so as not to blame my aunt for not taking good care of you." ”

Zhang Ruoyu twitched the corner of his mouth.

In hindsight, he noticed a subtle change at the table.

perfunctorily sandwiched a few chopsticks and dishes for Mr. Han, and then buried himself in the rice and drink, not daring to get stuck.

You two are relatives, or the identity of juniors and elders, how can you still have a bit of a competition?

It's really hard to serve women, especially beautiful women.

A meal is full, but it is also frightened.

Even Mr. Han, who has always eaten staple foods in order to maintain his figure, also made a big bowl of rice.

No way, this bastard's cooking is too good.

Just eating vegetables, it's too disrespectful to rice.

"Come, let's have a drink." Zhang Ruoyu raised his glass.

Auntie and Mr. Han also cooperated and raised their wine glasses.

But Zhang Ruoyu just had a cup of stomach, his expression changed suddenly, and his whole body was a little stiff, but he didn't dare to expose it.

Under the dining table, Mr. Han took off his shoes, and his delicate and white little feet were rubbing on Zhang Ruoyu's legs.

It's also up and down, very obscene.

"What's wrong?" Lin Qingxi asked softly.

"It's fine." Zhang Ruoyu continued to pour the second glass of wine and grinned. "I was bitten by a mosquito, and I guess it's still a female mosquito."

"Come on, let's have another drink."

Another cup of belly.

Zhang Ruoyu's brows furrowed suddenly.

The surname is Han, you forget it!

What are you doing with my toes clipping my leg hair?

I've got a razor, so I don't need you to pluck my hair with your feet!

Han Jiangxue was scolded as a lustful female mosquito, where would she let this bastard go.

You're allowed to harass me on the boardroom?

Can't I tease your thighs at a family dinner?

What's wrong with plucking a few leg hairs?

A cold look flashed in Mr. Han's eyes: Brother Zhang, come out and mix, sooner or later you have to pay it back!