Rebirth of Asura

Chapter 138 Wonderful Seasoning (3)
Zhang Shengming turned his head unexpectedly. Although Qiu Shulan's temperament is not very rigid, but she always smiles, her tone of voice and expression seem to always be wrapped around a thread, clear and light, but she has never been like this... …

vivid!

Yes, it is vivid.

It seems that every time the name Qiu Qianxue is mentioned, Qiu Shulan always looks a little more popular.

Zhang Yuxuan, who had only been treated gently and distantly by Qiu Shulan, suddenly had the illusion that Qiu Qianxue was Qiu Shulan's daughter.

At the dinner table, there was harmony and harmony.

From time to time, Qiu Hongyi asked Qiu Qianxue enthusiastically: "Girl, try this dish and guess what seasoning I added."

Qiuqian took a sip and said softly, "Is it fennel?"

"Haha! Not bad! Not bad!" Cheerful laughter resounded throughout the villa, and the servants outside curled up their mouths.

Qiu Hongyi was really happy. He hadn't cooked for decades, not because he put on a figure like Xia Panyun, but because the kitchen was not only his dream, but also his pain.

When he was young, his family was poor. When the living conditions were difficult to improve, he thought of adjusting his life on the existing basis, so he fell in love with cooking and the taste of giving himself happiness.

After a long period of practice, he gradually became proficient in this way. Later, he wandered around and wanted to use this ability as capital to make a career out of it. But in that era, how many people could turn their hobbies into careers? , Kong has a whole body of skills, no resources, no channels, and after fighting hard, he finally gave up his favorite cooking skills in the choice between career and dream.

Until the tourism industry was expanded from T city to the entire G province, the business has become bigger, but the things that were put down in the past can no longer be picked up naturally. As soon as I enter the kitchen, I will recall that bitter time In the past, since then, he has never thought of cooking because of anything.

Unexpectedly, a girl he met by chance made him forget the sadness and regain the original happiness in the kitchen, and this girl became his granddaughter one day, Qiu Hongyi felt a little melancholy in his heart , was healed silently.

"Come and try this dish again, it's different from last time, can you guess what extra ingredients are added..."

"Hmm... I can't eat much..."

"Hahaha!"

Vigorous and resonant laughter rose and fell, accompanied by the chatting and laughing of other people at the table, everyone's eyes were focused on Qiu Qianxue and the others.

Zhang Yuxuan couldn't figure out the taste of the food that was put into her mouth at all. In her narrowed field of vision, there were only a few smiling faces, which made her eyes hurt even more than her hands.

Until she returned to her room, her mind was still occupied by those smiling faces.

Grandpa, grandma, mother, father, all of them held the swing up to the sky in front of her completely ignoring her feelings!

Close the door tightly, still can't stop the occasional laughter from outside coming in through the crack of the door.

Regardless of the instructions that her left hand could not use force for the time being, she frantically tore at the quilt curtain on the big pink bed, a hole was torn in the pillow, and the white velvet fluttered all over the floor. something loud.

"Snap, snap, snap"

A few knocks on the door separated Zhang Yuxuan from her anger.

"Can I go in, Cousin Yuxuan?" Hearing Qiu Qianxue's voice, she hurriedly collected her expression, looked at the fluff scattered on the floor and the torn curtain on the bed, opened her mouth, and her tone had recovered The delicate and quiet past.

"I'm sorry sister, I'm a little tired today and I'm already asleep. What can you do?"

Through the off-white wooden door, Qiu Qianxue's slightly disappointed words came in clearly: "I'm asleep, forget it, I originally wanted to visit Cousin Yuxuan's room."

Looking at the room?
Ha ha……

As the footsteps faded away, Zhang Yuxuan's dark eyes were slowly stained with an unknown color, and one corner of her mouth was raised, drawing a contemptuous arc.

(End of this chapter)