Jiang Buwan and Xiang Zhihan bought some fresh vegetables on the way back, Xiang Zhihan carried the basket and said with a serious face, "Wanwan, you believe me, the dishes I made today will definitely meet your appetite." ”

Jiang Buwan smiled, "I believe that my husband will definitely be able to." ”

Turning his head, Jiang Buwan whispered to Qingruo, "I'll go to Li Ji to buy a few meat buns later." ”

Xiang Zhihan: ...

For the first time, I felt that hearing too well was not a good thing.

As soon as the two of them walked to the door, the neighborhood's princess came.

"Mrs. Xiang, I heard that you are going to open a school and are looking for a place?"

"yes."

"Lao Zhang's house is going to be taken off, why don't you go and have a look?" Wang Po said, "It's only fitting that his house can be changed to be used as a school." ”

Lao Zhang's house is near their medical hall, the front hall is Lao Zhang's teahouse, and the backyard is where Lao Zhang's family lives.

Jiang Buwan and Xiang Zhihan looked at each other and smiled, this is really sleepy to send pillows.

"Grandma Wang, thank you for the news, we'll see Lao Zhang later."

Xiang Zhihan and Qingruo went home to cook, and Jiang went to Lao Zhang's tea shop without a long time.

Because of the relationship between the neighbors, Lao Zhang's price was lower than the one she was optimistic about before, and she also paid for the house very happily.

Because the front hall is a teahouse, the location is already big enough, and she only needs to change some things in the room and put them neatly on the desk, and her school will become.

As for the backyard, she's going to clear out some of the clutter and make a clearing for students to relax after class.

After Jiang Bu took a brief look around the house, he rushed back before the sun set.

As soon as she stepped into the house, Xiao Qingruo pulled her and said, "Sister Wanwan, fortunately, I bought the buns back, and the dishes made to my brother are sweet and salty, and there is no way to eat them." ”

Xiao Qingruo recalled the terrifying experience just now, she licked her lips and felt a little thirsty again.

Jiang Bu gasped and asked, "How many dishes did he make?" ”

"Three."

Jiang Bu was late to raise his forehead and asked, "Where are the buns?" Get me a few to pad my stomach. ”

Xiang Zhihan's handwritten prescription, boiling medicine is a good hand, but he really doesn't have this talent for cooking.

You said that if you don't have this talent, let's forget it, but Xiang Zhihan doesn't, it seems to be the same as cooking, as long as he is free, he has to go into the kitchen to cook.

Of course, Jiang Butai didn't think that Xiang Zhihan's move was for her.

If it was really for her, then there was only one possibility, he wanted to poison her.

Xiang Zhihan heard the movement at the door, and came with his hand, "Evening, come on, the meal is ready, and even Qingruo said that today's dish is delicious." ”

Jiang Bu asked Yan to look at Qing Ruo, and Qing Ruo told her with her eyes that she didn't mean to tell Xiang Zhihan the cruel reality.

Jiang Butai raised his head, rushed towards Zhi Han Yingying and smiled, forget it, Qing Ruo has eaten it all, anyway, it will definitely not be able to eat the dead.

"Here we are."

There were three unremarkable-looking dishes on the wooden table, at least not this time, if not as attractive in color, at least not as black as the previous ones, or not cooked at all.

Looks like it's progress.

"Is this what my husband did?" Jiang Buwan praised, "It looks very good." ”

Jiang Butai said that he wanted to stretch his chopsticks to the tomato scrambled eggs that could not be wrong no matter how he fried them.

She took a bite of the tender yellow egg and put it in her mouth, and the pungent and strong salty taste spread in her mouth, almost sending her away.

She couldn't help but spit it out, and Qingruo handed over a glass of water very presciently.

Jiang Buwan hurriedly took the teacup and poured it down, she drank three cups of water in a row, and the salt taste in her mouth dissipated.

Jiang Buchi pointed to this plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes that seemed to be ordinary but could be salted to death, "Husband, when you made it, did you taste it yourself?" ”

Damn, this guy doesn't want to kill her.

"I've tasted it." Xiang Zhihan innocently took a mouthful of scrambled eggs with another pair of chopsticks and put them in his mouth, saying, "I think the taste is normal." ”

His face was as usual, and his eyes were confused and asked, "Wanwan, is there anything wrong with this dish?" ”

"Don't you think he's salty??!"

Good guy, no wonder Xiang Zhihan has been cooking badly, the ingredients that were not cooked or cooked before helped him cover up a fatal fact, does this guy have no sense of taste?!

"Salty?" Xiang Zhihan's hand was stunned, and the taste of this dish was extremely weak in his mouth, but he always thought it was the taste of the dish itself.

Seeing this, Qing Ruo gave Xiang Zhihan a piece of potato.

"Brother Xiang, where is this potato?" Qingruo asked, "Do you think it's sweet?" ”

"Sweet?" Xiang Zhihan swallowed the potatoes and replied, "Aren't they a taste?" ”

Both eggs and potatoes are the same taste to him, the only difference is that the potatoes are soft and the eggs are soft.

Jiang Buwan said with a serious expression, "Husband, in the future, our family will still buy and eat outside." ”

"You're not fit for cooking."

Qingruo clenched her little fists and said, "I can cook, I used to cook for my family when I was at home. ”

Jiang Butai looked at Qingruo, who was not as tall as the stove, shook his head and said, "Let's wait for you to grow up." ”

"Why?" Xiang Zhihan looked puzzled, in his world, what he didn't do well once, and then do it a second time, a third time, can be done very well one day.

"Husband, didn't you notice that you don't have a sense of taste?"

Xiang Zhihan was stunned when he heard this, and he remembered in a trance that he had not eaten food since he married Dan Kebigu.

So before he descended to earth, taste was a dispensable thing.

"Brother Xiang, haven't you always found that you don't have a sense of taste?"

Xiang Zhihan lowered his eyes, and remembered an old incident in a trance, at that time, he had just entered the sect and had not yet built a foundation, so he thought about how to cultivate every day.

He saved the time to eat and drink, at that time he ate a lot of Bigu Dan, and everything he ate after eating it was like the taste of Bigu Dan, but he didn't care at that time.

He suddenly remembered that Tsukidan had eaten it and would affect his sense of taste.

He looked at the three plates of different colors on the table, put down his chopsticks, and said, "I haven't paid attention to this before." ”

An apologetic smile appeared on his face, "I'm sorry, it's hard for you to eat my food." ”

Jiang Bu was also cultivating step by step from a low-level cultivator, how could she not know how Xiang Zhihan's sense of taste was not obtained.

She sighed lightly, shook Xiang Zhihan's hand, and said, "Let's go, today I successfully bought Lao Zhang's house as a school, and as a celebration, I invite you to come to Fulou to eat elbows." ”

Qingruo is a child after all, and when he heard that there was an elbow to eat, he immediately became happy, "Okay, the elbow in Laifulou is delicious!" ”