Reborn In the 1990s

"Let's make a simple one." Fang Ruixue covers Cheng Yu's notebook with one hand.

Cheng Yu had to save face for him when he cooked for the first time.

The meat they bought from the market is a whole piece of sirloin. If you want to make shredded pork with green pepper, you have to get shredded pork first.

Cheng Yu pressed the meat in his left hand and a knife in his right hand. He was confused and didn't know where to start first.

"Slice first, then shred." Fang Ruixue stood at the edge of the pool washing green pepper and sighed slightly at his appearance. "Have you bought ready-made shredded meat

Cheng Yu's knife in his hand: "ready to sell?"

Fang Ruixue chuckled, probably because Cheng Yu's eyes were so cute.

"The meat should be marinated with egg white first, so that it is tender to eat."

"Don't wipe your eyes after cutting green peppers! It will be spicy

"Scalded shrimp can not pick the shrimp line in advance. It's OK to choose when you eat, but you have to cut off your beard and legs

From the kitchen comes Fang Ruixue's earnest instruction. Cheng Yu in front of the stove is like a primary school student. According to the teacher's guidance, he completes his works step by step carefully.

Rui Xue was very successful in the early stage. But when the fire is turned on and the pot is on, the whole atmosphere of the kitchen changes.

"Salt! Salt! That's a jar, and there's sugar in it

"Drain the oil! The pot is going to be red

"Cooking wine! You don't need to put so much soy sauce. It will be black if you stir it up

"Little fire! Little fire! The pot is going to be battered

There was a flurry of panic and ping-pong, like a war movie. In the kitchen, there were swords and swords, fireworks, and voices of people, weapons and roars. Until the end of the war, the battlefield was in a mess.

In the dining room, the light is bright and the sun is just right. There are three dishes and one soup on the table. There are white boiled prawns with beautiful plates. The green peppers are better cut than the meat, but the color is a little bit black. It can't see what the prototype is. It looks like a dark cooked eggplant. There is also the simplest and most successful Xihong persimmon egg soup that saves Cheng Yu's face.

Fang Ruixue first took a chopstick of shredded pork with green pepper and carefully sent it to his mouth.

"How about it?" Sitting opposite her, Cheng Yu stares at her nervously and can't wait to know how he feels.

Fang Ruixue chewed slowly for a few times, then swallowed the food in his mouth: "not bad." She gave a sincere assessment.

Although it doesn't sell well. But the taste is good.

Hearing her say so, Cheng Yu was relieved. After two hours in the kitchen, he was not in vain.

"Eat!" Fang Ruixue hands the rice to Cheng Yu, holding his chopsticks, and is interested in the dishes on the table.

She didn't expect that one day, she could still eat the dishes made by Cheng Yu.

At the beginning, the warm "cooking drama" ended in a happy ending. The two people who had enough food and drink forgot the mess to be cleaned up in the kitchen, and nestled together on the sofa with hot tea in front of them. Enjoy the sweet time between two lovers.

"Why do you suddenly think of learning to cook by yourself?" Fang Ruixue nests in Cheng Yu's arms and holds Cheng Yu's precious hand.

It's not easy for these hands to remain as clean as new after experiencing a piece of light knife and sword shadow, without leaving any ugly scars.

So she raised the hand, went back and forth to check again, confirmed that there was no damage, and then bowed her head and gave a satisfied kiss.

"Who sent me a message in the middle of the night saying he was hungry?" Cheng Yu pinches the pinch square, Ruixue long flesh cheek, remind her to have done.

The memory that has been sealed by Fang Ruixue. All of a sudden, she was turned over by Cheng Yu again. She was excited to hold Cheng Yu's shoulder and sit up. Her whole body was lying on Cheng Yu's body.

"Just because I said 'hungry', are you learning to cook for me?" Obviously, his face looked very happy and proud, but his mouth refused to admit, "I'm not without food. Do you forget that I have a restaurant in my house and a great chef? "

Cheng Yu holds Fang Ruixue's waist to prevent her from falling off her body.

"Are you not happy with my cooking?" Cheng Yu asked.

"Happy." Fang Ruixue leaned over to rub his cheek, "very happy."

Li Lanfang took over the business of the food factory. She was so busy every day that she didn't even have time to go to the small restaurant. Huang Xiaoyun not only had to look after the small restaurant, but also took care of Fang Ruixue in class, although they didn't say so. But Fang Ruixue knew in her heart that everyone had become the tight string because of her.

And Cheng Yu. Even for her casual complaint, in the important moment of company expansion, she also learned to cook.

Such people. How can she not love?

Fang Ruixue rubs Cheng Yu's cheek again, and then kisses him in the corner of his lips. After a few seconds, the kiss naturally turns into a combination of lips and teeth, from mild to intense.Cheng Yu pressed people on the sofa and enjoyed the other party's response and enthusiasm attentively. Just after drinking tea, he still had the fragrance and sweetness of jasmine in his mouth, which turned into another hot emotion. Cheng Yu kneaded the other side's soft waist and left a kiss mark on her neck.

"No There is prickling pain on the skin, Fang Ruixue side head to hide, "tomorrow also has class."

Although it's winter now. Clothes wear a lot, but there is such a mark left on the body, as long as you think about it will make people all over hot.

Cheng Yu stopped according to Yan, and then gasped and pinched her chin: "then kiss again."

Said also does not wait for square Ruixue to answer, once again covered his hot lips.

Cheng Yu finally broke his promise when Fang Ruixue changed clothes and went home. I found two bright red marks on my neck.

"Is this left by the dog?" She pointed to the piece and questioned Cheng Yu.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hold back for a while." Cheng Yu smiles and helps her tie up her scarf. There is no sense of sorry on her face.

"No more." Fang Ruixue pointed up a finger and warned, "this will deprive you of the right to be coquettish."

"Do I have to take the last chance?" Cheng Yu pressed Fang Ruixue, who had been wrapped into a ball, on the door panel, and the breath gradually approached.

Fang Ruixue's face turned red in an instant, but he didn't dodge. Instead, he closed his eyes.

"Little liar." Cheng Yu took a mouthful of her mouth, and then pressed the person in his arms, "get better soon."

When he gets better, he can turn people home and raise them.

Fang Ruixue lies on his shoulder and pats his shoulder comfortingly. The sunset behind her conceals the sky and illuminates the firm color of Fang Ruixue's eyes.