I'm making soy sauce in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 976

"Doctor! Dinner is ready!"

After yelling in the direction of the research room, Guangyou took the freshly cooked dish and quickly put it on the table.

"I really envy you, you can often eat the dishes I cook."

Looking at the plates of dishes on the table, he said seriously:

"If it was Tire Samsung, I would definitely not be able to eat today's dinner without [-] yen."

"Tires?" Xiao Ai was stunned for a moment and then realized, "Did you say Michelin?"

"Well, isn't the founder of Michelin Tires the founder of this kind of restaurant rating standard?" Guangyou's words revealed confidence.

"As far as my level is concerned, I'm definitely a three-star restaurant chef."

It's not that he is bragging about himself. He actually worked as a chef with three Michelin stars because of a mission.

But he only worked for a week, and he left directly after completing the task.

"Why don't you become a chef in the future?" Xiao Ai also teased Guangyou cooperatively, "I think it will have a bright future, Mr. Chef."

Giving Guangyou various nicknames is Xiaoai's repertoire.

Mr. Sakura, Mr. Photographer. And now Mr. Chef.
His nickname has been many.

Not only Guangyou, but even Xiao Ai, who used these nicknames, couldn't remember exactly what kind of nickname she had given Guangyou.

But among so many nicknames, she still remembers a few.

For example, "Mr. Sakura" started on the day she took the initiative to ask Guangyou out on a date, and she sent a text message at that time.

In addition to the nickname, there is also a kaomoji inside.

"Except for my sister, he is the first one who asked me to use emoji." Xiao Ai thought in her heart.

"Cooking is just my hobby, I don't want it to be my job." Guangyou shook his head and said.

When a hobby becomes a job, there is a risk of losing interest.

Just like an ordinary web writer.

At first, I liked writing novels, but when the books were on the shelves, I stayed up until four or five o'clock every day for a little manuscript fee.

If there is no positive feedback, that is, there are no readers and achievements.

That interest may or may not be dampened, or even wiped out.

Writing fiction can become a burden.

"It's fine not to go." Xiao Ai had other thoughts in her heart.

When you become a chef, you have to cook for others.

And the meals are still tiring, just cook for her at home, there is no need to be a chef.

Of course, if Guangyou really wanted to go, she would support it.

"I'd rather be your personal chef." Guangyou held the chopsticks, moved to Xiao Ai's side, and said with a smile.

"The honor of Michelin three stars is not as good as your 'delicious'."

"Okay, let's eat first." Xiao Ai suppressed the smile on her lips, deliberately ignoring the meaning of the words, and said to Guangyou.

"Don't think that if you say that, you don't need to clean up."

"Okay." Guangyou seemed to really mean that, and sighed pretendingly.

"I didn't expect to be seen through by you."

"Your thoughts are very obvious, anyone can see through." Xiao Ai also entered the play, so I heard her say so.

"It's a pity." Guangyou put on a depressed look after being exposed, "I thought I succeeded."

From the original "full of self-confidence" to the current "low mood", Guangyou is like a deflated balloon.

"After dinner, let's clean up the kitchen together, you can't escape." Xiao Ai's tone was flat, but the smile that was suppressed by her appeared again.

"Just clean it up." Guangyou looked at the ground like a loser, admitting defeat.

The next second, he raised his head to look at Xiao Ai, but at this time Xiao Ai's gaze was already on him.

The two looked at each other.

Then they looked at each other and smiled.

"Let's go, eat." Guangyou still had a smile on his face when he said this.

"En." Xiao Ai also had an obvious arc on her lips, and after answering, she left the kitchen with Guangyou.

As soon as the two sat down at the table, Dr. A Li came out of the research room.

"It's very rich!" Dr. A Li walked to the table and said to the two with a smile on his face, "It's really hard for you two."

"You have to eat, it's nothing hard." Guangyou waited for Dr. A Li to take his seat before saying:
"Now that everyone is here, let's start eating."

Usually the person who said this was the head of the family, but at this time Guangyou seemed to have that taste.

But no one noticed this.
As usual, I put the chopsticks in my hands, clasped my hands together, and said "I'm going to start" before the three of them started to eat dinner.

The dinner was prepared by Guangyou. As a former Michelin three-star chef, the dishes he made were of course very delicious.

The atmosphere during the meal was also very harmonious, the three of them ate dinner while watching TV.

After finishing this dinner, nearly half an hour had passed, and the sky outside the window gradually darkened during this time.

Dr. Ali, who was unable to help, was driven back to the laboratory by Guangyou.

And he himself cleaned the kitchen with Xiao Ai.

The two have a clear division of labor and are very efficient.

After tidying up the kitchen, the two sat on the sofa in the living room to rest.

The TV in the living room was still running, playing a variety show.

However, Guangyou is not in the mood to watch TV right now, his eyes are all focused on the face of Xiao Ai in his arms.

He had seen this face many times before.

But, he just can't get tired of it.

It was as if he could find something new and interesting on this face every time.

Trembling eyelashes, eyes that look like the top sapphires in the world to him, a straight nose bridge, and rosy lips
Everything about her face caught his eye.

There was no distraction in his eyes, as if he was admiring a work of art.

Just when Guangyou was fascinated by the appreciation, Xiao Ai suddenly called his name.

"Guangyou."

"What's wrong?" Guangyou asked after recovering from his own world.

"Today's dinner is delicious." Xiao Ai looked away from the TV, raised her head and looked at Guangyou, and said softly.

"It's fine if you think it's delicious." Guangyou didn't expect Xiao Ai to say this, a little surprised, but more happy.

This kind of recognition is more important to him than the so-called Michelin three-star honor, which fills his heart with a sense of satisfaction.

He used to be alone at his table.

He was the only one enjoying those delicious dishes.

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one extra.

"It tastes good." In addition to keeping Guangyou's words in mind, Xiao Ai also remembered her ridicule.

"How about it? Do you want to think about it and become a chef in the future."

"You can really think about it." Guangyou hugged Xiaoai a little bit, looked at her ice blue eyes, and said softly.

"However, rather than being a chef in those restaurants, I would rather be your personal chef."

"That's fine." Xiao Ai could clearly feel the warm air generated by Guangyou's breathing, as well as the emotion contained in the words.

She controlled the corners of her lips not to rise up, tried to keep her tone calm, and heard her say:

"But I want to state in advance that you, a personal chef, have no salary, no insurance, and no vacation."

"It's okay." Guangyou asked with a smile, "I'm more concerned about whether this job as a private chef is a lifetime job."

Faced with Guangyou's question, Xiao Ai did not respond immediately, but shifted her gaze to the TV again.

After a few seconds, she said "hmm".

After receiving Xiao Ai's response, Guangyou buried his head in Xiao Ai's hair, quietly smelling the scent lingering at the tip of his nose.

(End of this chapter)