The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993

   Chapter 184, I like your taste (please subscribe!)

   Busy shopping and drinking during the day.

   Habitual reading and writing at night…

   Around three in the morning, Zhang Xuan, who was going to sleep, heard a movement in the living room outside.

   Zhang Xuan rolled his eyes, guessing that Wen Hui woke up from hunger and got up to find something to eat.

  It's okay to not think about this, but after thinking about it, Zhang Xuan discovered that he had been drinking with Lao Deng last night, and he hadn't eaten much, and now he's actually hungry too.

   is outrageous!

  How can you say that you are hungry when you are hungry?

   Put away the pen and put the manuscript in the drawer, Zhang Xuan also left the door.

   Looking at the kitchen, Wen Hui is soaking milk and warming bread.

   Zhang Xuan slandered, have you changed your mind? You don’t even eat fruit tonight?

   Seeing his sudden appearance, Wen Hui was stunned for a moment, then took a step without a trace and asked calmly, "Are you hungry too?"

   Zhang Xuan nodded, his eyes swept over the milk, over the bread, and then over the people...

   Feeling his gaze, Wen Hui is still the same, but the whole person is very quiet, pure black and white staring at the heating bread motionless.

   Under the dim yellow light of 15 watts, it quietly resembles a beautiful painting.

   Zhang Xuan took 3 eggs and asked, "Do you want to eat fried eggs?"

  Wen Hui met his gaze, did not refuse, and said, "Okay."

  The kitchen is quiet again.

   Zhang Xuan is frying eggs with peace of mind.

  Wenhui stood on the spot with milk in her hands, watching him fry eggs.

   After taking a sip of milk, she thought for a while, then took a clean glass and warmed a glass of milk for Zhang Xuan.

   Then he heated two loaves of bread for him.

   Seeing this, Zhang Xuan smiled and said, "Thank you."

  Wenhui followed with a refreshing smile and didn't answer.

  The milk is ready, the bread is ready, and the fried eggs are ready.

  The two sat on both sides of the dining table in tacit understanding, each eating and not speaking.

  If the eyes meet occasionally, they move away from each other in the next second and continue to eat.

   Zhang Xuan is a man and an old fried dough stick. He doesn't pay much attention to it. He eats fast and goes to bed after eating.

  Wenhui quietly watched him leave, watched him enter the bedroom and closed the door, and quietly looked at the milk glass he had eaten, and also slowly finished eating and entered the room.

  …

   The next day.

   Zhang Xuan, who was dreaming in a daze, woke up. He was woken up by someone.

   yawned, half-opened his eyes and asked subconsciously, "What time is it?"

  Du Shuangling shook her right wrist and said with a smile, "It's 9:11. Let's get up for breakfast. Wen Hui is going to the airport later, I'm in a hurry."

"okay."

   Zhang Xuan found that he was drowsy. If it wasn't for the lack of time, how could Comrade Shuangling be willing to wake him up?

   There is no ambiguity at all, just get dressed, get up and wash, in one go.

  Because Wenhui had to fly at noon, she ate breakfast and lunch together, and ate rice.

   Chef Zou Qingzhu left, Wen Hui took over.

   There are four dishes on the table.

   There are squirrel mandarin fish, Liangxi crispy eel, and steamed eggs.

   The last one is Chinese cabbage.

   Looking at the squirrel mandarin fish and Liangxi crispy eel, Zhang Xuan's eyes are straight, not to mention whether it is delicious or not, just the appearance has conquered him as a foodie.

  Tsk tsk!

  This knife work, this shape, this color, this thickening...

   Absolutely!

   is absolutely amazing.

   Zhang Xuan raised his head and asked with a rare expression: "You really made this? Didn't you buy it from Huaiyang Restaurant?"

  Wenhui smiled knowingly and said, "This is the first time I made it for you, so I chose the two dishes that I am best at."

   Zhang Xuan nodded, thinking to himself what kind of family style this is.

   As long as he looks good, his words and deeds still look natural and comfortable, even if he is comfortable, he has a unique temperament and can play the piano.

  The key is to be able to cook…

  Huh, Zhang Xuan is a high-ranking person, and he can't imagine what kind of family would incorporate cooking and housekeeping into their bloodline inheritance...

   But it doesn't matter if he can't figure it out, it doesn't prevent him from eating.

  Zhang Xuan is a foodie, a foodie who loves people. He took a chopstick and gave Du Shuangling a squirrel mandarin fish and said, "Come on, Comrade Shuangling, you should try such a good thing first."

  Du Shuangling looked at him with a smile, and also stretched out his chopsticks, holding one for Wen Hui: "Wen Hui, it's hard work."

  Wenhui looked at the two of them, dumbfounded, but she was polite and started eating.

   The squirrel mandarin fish tastes great and authentic. Zhang Xuan's tricky stomach is completely sincere.

   is perfect.

   After eating squirrel mandarin fish, and eating Liangxi crispy eel, the taste is still delicious.

   Oil in his left hand, oil in his right hand, and oil all over his mouth. Zhang Xuan, who was satisfied after eating, suddenly said something unexpectedly:

   "Wenhui, your craftsmanship is so good, you will come to your house more in the future, I like your taste."

After   , Zhang Xuan felt the air stagnate.

   He glanced at the two of them, suddenly woke up, and wanted to slap himself.

   secretly said that he was confused, this was said to Zou Qingzhu before, and there was no problem at all.

   But he said to Wen Hui, Damn, the problem has gotten bigger.

   There is a smiling tiger here.

   Sure enough, listening to these words, Du Shuanglingyan's smiling brows bent again, and her smile suddenly became brighter.

  Wen Hui was calm and comfortable, looked at the two of them generously, pretended not to know, smiled cheerfully and didn't answer.

   It's past 10 o'clock.

   Zhang Xuan and Du Shuangling took the time to send Wen Hui to the school gate, where a van was waiting for her.

   There was a middle-aged man and a woman in the van. Wen Hui called them "aunt" and "uncle."

   Watching the car leave, Du Shuangling turned to look at him with a smile and said:

   "Honey, the taste you like is gone, what shall we eat at night?"

  , retribution will come.

   Zhang Xuan surrendered decisively, "Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue, just a slip of the tongue."

  Du Shuangling followed his example and blinked, then said, "You are so delicious, why don't I learn how to cook with them."

   Zhang Xuan raised his hands in agreement, "It can be, this is really possible."

  Du Shuangling raised her head slightly and asked in difficulty, "Who am I to learn from?"

   Zhang Xuan said without thinking, "Learn from Zou Qingzhu, Sichuan cuisine is similar to Hunan cuisine, which is more suitable for our tastes."

  Du Shuangling hesitated a bit, and finally said in a negotiating tone: "But Sichuan cuisine is heavy in oil and spicy, not healthy, and the color and aroma are far from Huaiyang cuisine. For the sake of health, I should learn Huaiyang cuisine from Wenhui, right?"

  Zhang Xuan's heart was abrupt, and he knew it was coming again.

   Without being long-winded, he pushed her shoulders and walked towards the rental house.

   As he walked, he said in a very responsible manner: "Forget it, you learn how to cook, you should still learn how to teach your mother to your husband and teach your children, and learn how to control your husband.

  Cooking is a man's business. When I go back from the winter vacation, I will study hard with Uncle Du. I will learn everything you like, such as dry pot duck, braised fish, and sizzling beef. I will learn everything that Uncle Du knows. "

  Du Shuangling laughed and laughed, knowing that he was talking nonsense in a serious manner, but he still liked it and was satisfied.

   Lin Lin, gave him a light glance, and no longer pursued it.

  Because she's as smart as she is, she knows that it's too much to stop.

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