Ten billion wealthy daughters

Chapter 9 Rui Cooks

Rui and Qing'an didn't return to the villa until noon the next day. Although Rui had gone through an amazing fight, he was still full of energy, but Qing'an was listless.

Rui thought she was too tired at first, but later found that she had a sad face, staring at the food on the table in a daze.

"What's wrong?" Ray asked.

"I don't want to eat curry." Qing'an was very depressed. She didn't hate curry very much, but she definitely didn't like it very much. But since she stayed in this villa, except for breakfast, the chef almost always likes to cook curry-like meals. , Yesterday, the racecourse was full of curry food, and she had a bad stomach after eating one more flavor.

As a snacker, she would rather skip lunch, and dessert milk is better than these.

Ray glanced at the entire curry feast and frowned—it was obvious that the chef had prepared it to his liking.

"Then what do you want to eat?" The young man felt helpless, Qing'an was delicate, and it took a little trouble to raise her...

"Kung Pao Chicken, Chuanxiang Fat Beef, Bobo Chicken..." Qing'an happily reported a list of dish names, and saw Rui's face getting more and more stinky.

"The Chinese chef is not here today."

"Spaghetti?" Qing'an asked tentatively, this request is not too high, she hasn't asked for a French meal yet.

"No." Rui looked at her surprised little eyes, and said calmly, "Tell me I will."

Qing'an patted her head, suspecting that she had heard wrong.

"you do?"

Rui nodded: "To be honest, I only know how to cook noodles."

"Oh……"

"Tomato noodles or fish soup noodles, choose one."

"Fish soup noodles..." After comparing the two, Qing'an felt that the fish soup noodles were a little more attractive.

She looked at Rui pitifully, and prayed that the guy would not say anything—there was no fish in the house.

Fortunately, Rui looked at her and nodded slowly: "Let's go to the kitchen."

It was very quiet along the way. Since Rui came, the servants in the villa became more disciplined and trembling, and almost never appeared in front of them when nothing happened.

"Why don't you let the chef do it?" Qing'an trotted after him, "You don't like cooking."

Rui looked down at her, and smiled slyly: "I don't like cooking, but I like making fish noodle soup..."

Cut... Is it interesting to bully children with words?Qing'an pouted, humming.

"Same as a little pig." Rui patted her on the head, "Loves to eat, sleep, roll over, and hum."

... Qing'an followed him to the kitchen with a dark face.

No one here, to be precise, was scared away after Rui said he was going to cook himself—or wanted to give him room to fully develop?

Myanmar has a typical Southeast Asian climate, with a lot of jungle and water, so there are many fish and shrimp and other things that are very fresh.

The commonly used river fish are also raised in the kitchen, and it is very fresh to make fish noodle soup.

Rui skillfully catches, kills, and removes the scales of the fish. The whole movement is like flowing clouds and flowing water, and the style is extremely chic-Qing'an is dumbfounded.

It's not that she hasn't eaten the food made by Rui in her previous life, the taste is very delicate - this man probably spent more time in the army and in the field, and the basic criterion for cooking is to be able to eat it, and it has nothing to do with deliciousness.

It's really hidden.

While Qing'an was silently mourning for her past life, Rui had already made steaming fish soup, Qing'an was hungry, and it smelled particularly fragrant.

She followed Rui obsequiously, looking a lot like a cute puppy.

"This fish soup looks good, and it smells good too." Regardless of whether it was in the previous life or the present life, Xia Qing'an was obviously a big foodie, and when encountering delicious food, she obviously lost her integrity.

"The fish noodle soup in Myanmar is made from pond louse fish." Rui explained to her, "This is a special fish in our area, and the soup is very delicious; in fact, noodles can also be specially made...but... "

He paused, as if his mood was a little gloomy: "It's okay to use this kind of noodles. The cooked noodles are smoother and have a good taste. Children with weak stomachs are suitable for this kind of noodles."

There are quite a lot of truths, Qing'an wiped her saliva, and looked into the pot expectantly—can I eat it?
"It will be ready soon." Rui finally covered the pot and simmered the noodles, "This can be eaten with horse bean cake."

"Okay." Qing'an saw a big bowl of hot fish soup noodles freshly baked, her stomach was already growling with hunger, she picked up the spoon, and said to Rui: "Can I have some here first?"

Although she is favored at home, her mother has always been strict with her tutoring and has requirements on her appearance and manners. Therefore, although Qing'an really wants to eat, she is still too embarrassed to eat noodles in the kitchen.

"Drink some soup." Rui whispered, "This is very hot, be careful."

Qing'an nodded, scooped up the soup with a spoon, and took a sip cautiously.

Fragrant, strong, fresh and beautiful.

Satisfy.

"Is it good?" Rui asked beside him.

Qing'an nodded, and soon asked a little strangely: "Didn't you put salt?"

Rui frowned: "Put salt? Do you want to put salt?"

……

How could she think that he could make delicious food in his life?

"Add salt, add salt!" Hastily instructed the idiot chef to add salt, and Qing'an also taught while drinking the soup, "All dishes must be salted, and the kind of cured meat is not necessary."

Rui went to add salt to him, and the butler Lin brought Anong over there, and saw two people in the kitchen.

Rui's head was still sweating, his sleeves were rolled up, and he looked like he had just finished cooking; Qing'an was sucking noodles in his mouth, and after eating one, he nodded in praise.

“Fish noodle soup is delicious.”

Butler Lin stood there, turned his head suddenly, and a tear spilled from the corner of his eye.

Fish noodle soup is Madam's best culinary skill, and it was also the young master's favorite food. Since Madam passed away, no one dared to cook this dish for the young master even though the pond lice were still kept.

Madam's death is the young master's biggest knot, and it is also what he worries about the young master the most.

Has this situation come out now?

He wiped away his tears, and when he turned his head to look at Qing'an, he already had a look of looking at a peerless treasure, which frightened Anon who was next to him.

Master, what's the matter?
Qing'an took another mouthful of noodles, and Rui brought her a bowl out to the restaurant. When she came out, she saw Butler Lin and Anong, everyone was taken aback.

Rui's expression remained unchanged, but he just nodded. Qing'an was so focused on the bowl of top-quality fish noodle soup, completely unaware of the sluggish expressions of those two people, that she happily followed the fish noodle soup.

"Master, I called Anon here." Butler Lin said respectfully.

(End of this chapter)