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Chapter 411 It's Not All Because of You

After coming to France, Tang Yili's culinary skills have improved by leaps and bounds. She can cook not only butter gratin, but also porridge and side dishes, which can be called the combination of Chinese and Western.

But whatever Tang Yili wanted to eat, but the outside didn't suit her taste, she ended up relying on her own cooking to satisfy her cravings. Therefore, her cooking skills, like her knowledge, were all forced out.

Tang Yili came out of the hotel and on the way back to the apartment, bought some ingredients and brought them home to cook.

Meals for sick patients were easy, a bowl of porridge with shrimps and vegetables came out quickly, Tang Yili divided some for her son to eat, and most of the rest, she packed two thermos buckets and prepared to bring them to Xun Lang.

Tang Yili still remembered Xun Lang's amazing appetite, even if he was sick, he didn't dare to underestimate his appetite.

Everything was ready, and it was almost noon. Tang Yili put on a coat and wrapped a big scarf, and went out lightly, because her son had already started to take a nap, and now she set off to wake up the child's father on the other side.

After the heavy snowfall, Paris cleared up completely. On the road paved with white bricks, the residual snow has almost been cleared. There is neither mud nor water after the snow. Only layers of white are piled up in the landscape belt, like Continuous miniature snow-capped mountains.

Tang Yili walked all the way, and the porridge in the thermos didn't cool down at all. When the lid was opened, it was still steaming hot.

She asked the hotel staff to bring a bowl and spoon, and first poured a big bowl for Xun Lang.

Xun Lang flushed his face in the bathroom, wiped the water from his forehead with a towel, and came out just in time to see this scene.

By the window, Tang Yili was wearing a black boat-neck sweater, which was soft and close-fitting. It neutralized the coldness of black, but highlighted the gentleness of women, and tightened her body line. The appearance made Xun Lang suddenly think of a word.

Wash your hands and make soup.

Tang Yili also had a moment when he fell into the mortal world for him, his mood was surging, his big palm was hanging by his side, stretched and curled several times, Xun Lang needed to restrain his mood so as not to let himself embrace him abruptly from behind.

"Have you finished washing?" Tang Yili raised her head and smiled, "Come here and eat while it's hot."

She turned sideways, just to give way to the brown sofa chair and dining table.

Xun Lang was dazzled by the reflection of the glass tabletop, put aside that staring gaze, and walked over with a smile.

"You can do this."

He glanced at it, and saw that the color, aroma, and aroma of this bowl of porridge were all of high quality, without any sense of haste.

Xun Lang was sincerely surprised by the change in Tang Yili.

"Eating Chinese food overseas is more troublesome. Not to mention restaurants, the taste is not authentic, so I can only learn to cook by myself."

Tang Yili didn't think there was anything to brag about, "I followed Sister Yue's recipe and never failed. It shows that this kind of porridge is easy to cook, even I can do it."

When coming over on the way, Tang Yili also bought some fruit, she turned to wash, completely unaware of the thick emotions in the eyes behind her.

Xun Lang kept watching Tang Yili walk into the bathroom, and his figure disappeared at the door. Then he looked away, smiled, sat down and concentrated on enjoying the food.

I have to say that when I am overseas, such a bowl of hot porridge is really warm to drink. From the stomach to the heart to the limbs, the whole body seems to be fully charged, and his dizziness and brain swelling have been relieved a lot. .

No wonder some people say that rice is half medicine.

After Tang Yili washed the fruit, she came out with a glass bowl. Xun Lang just finished eating this bowl. She was quite happy to see that her masterpiece had bottomed out, and then persuaded him to fill another bowl.

Xun Lang was as good as he was, and filled another large bowl from the second thermos. He paused suddenly and asked her, "Have you had lunch yet?"

"Me?" Tang Yili yelled in a hurry, she even forgot whether she ate or not, she stroked her memory - after returning to the apartment, she cooked porridge, played with Shao'ang, and fed Shao'an again, Shao'ang After knocking it over once, she cleaned it up again, and after a round of tossing, the nanny finally came out of the room to take the child to bed, and she took a short breath.

Later, she came to the hotel with the thermos.

Tang Yili shrugged and smiled, but confessed, "Maybe I'm not hungry, I don't think about eating at all."

When she started to think back, Xun Lang noticed that he had already pulled over the extra set of dishes beside him, poured a bowl for Tang Yili, and then pushed it to her.

"eat together."

There was nothing extra to say, so after finishing speaking, Xun Lang concentrated on eating his bowl.

Two seconds later, Tang Yili realized that the porridge was cooked by herself anyway, so she had nothing to excuse. Sitting opposite Xun Lang, she also lowered her head and started eating.

The tableware provided by the hotel is the set used to eat stewed rice. The stainless steel spoon is extra large, and the white bone china bowl has a large rim, like a straw hat. Chew slowly, and say a few comments from time to time.

The prawns were not big enough and the greens were a bit overcooked.

Her pickiness is still online for her own works.

Xun Lang listened with a smile and expressed his different opinions at the same time.

"I think it's very good. The shrimp porridge outside is all cut open. It's small and broken and has no taste. Your size is just right. You don't need bigger shrimp."

Tang Yili shook his head, "I still feel that the quality of the shrimp is not good enough, the taste is not crisp enough, and it seems that it is not cooked as Sister Yue said. I cooked it for a long time, and it turned all the vegetables yellow..."

Her sense of confusion is like that of a high-achieving student who has already scored 99 points in the test and is still struggling with where to lose the score.

Xun Lang ate the last bite, and made the final evaluation with a gentle smile.

"Whether it is the choice of shrimp or green vegetables, I think it is perfect, really."

Tang Yili smiled: "Your rhetoric is a bit like a president telling his subordinates to shut up—I want me to think, not you."

Xun Lang heard that she was teasing him, so he smiled and opened his mouth, but Tang Yili couldn't laugh anymore.

He folded his arms and looked at her, "Which president would praise his subordinates for being perfect, and it's not because you made the porridge."

Which president would coax his subordinates, and it's not all because of you.

When Xun Lang got up today, he also put on a black sweater, which was cable-knitted and looked thicker. Wearing it on him instantly enlarged his silhouette with broad shoulders and thick arms. , Eye-catching eyes.

It may be that he has a fever, and even his eyes are higher than 37 degrees Celsius, falling on Tang Yili's face, a little hot.

But she resisted anyway, tilted her head and rubbed her ears, and said, "Then thank you, Mr. Xun, for your compliment."

The person known as Mr. Xun smiled. Although he knew that Tang Yili was showing favor to him and hid himself cunningly, he was not in a hurry for this moment.

(End of this chapter)