Love at the Right Time

The most important thing about fishing is patience. This is the essence of fishing, and it is also the most needed and most important point. Wen Qinghan patted the position next to him when he changed places to throw the fishing line midway, and Shi Qingqiu went over and sat knowingly.

With the help of his uncle, Wen Qinghan caught a catfish that was bigger than a slap, and then sat back until the sun gradually set to the west from the middle of the sky.

Although there is no mobile phone, I haven't put away the watch. Shi Qingqiu watched the hour hand running down step by step, and was about to pull on Wen Qinghan's clothes. Before he could say anything, he found Wen Qinghan tightened his eyebrows.

The surroundings are very quiet, occasionally a breeze blows, the bell on the tail of the fishing rod swayed gently, the sweet ringing and the tail of the fishing rod that was pulled down due to the weight made Wen Qinghan tighten his lips, and grasped the rod tightly. Upon seeing this, the uncle immediately reminded in a low voice: "Quick!

Wen Qinghan tightened the fishing line and pulled the fishing rod back vigorously. The fishing line was quickly lifted with her movements. There was a fat catfish hanging from the original hook, which was slightly longer than the elbow. It's much bigger than the one just now.

"My mother, this big." The uncle slowly took the hook out of the fish's mouth for Wen Qinghan, and touched the fish in amazement.

Wen Qinghan panted gently and laid the fishing rod flat on the ground, turning to face Qingqiu's concerned eyes when she turned her head, she said: "That fish is a bit heavy, I almost didn't lift it up."

"Qing Han, how do you feel fishing?" Shi Qingqiu helped her up playfully in his eyes, and the two stood up together.

Wen Qinghan looked at the big catfish in his uncle's hand. This fish should be considered a big one in the vegetable market or supermarket, and it was so alive and kicking, it would definitely be bought by someone soon.

She patted her knees to relieve the numbness, and curled up her lips and said lightly: "It feels good, but I can't catch the head, so I can easily miss the bait opportunity."

The uncle raised his head at this time and stretched out an index finger to sway, but this time he didn't let them be quiet. He smiled and praised him after he put the big catfish into the bucket brought by the two of them. Wen Qinghan: "You little baby is humble. You have a good talent. If you go to school for a while, you will definitely get better grades than when I was young."

"Uncle, what are you?" Wen Qinghan frowned, "Thanks to your help today, you have given me the first fish just now. This fish should belong to you."

The uncle laughed. He raised his barrel and fishing rod, and said loudly as he walked back: "Come on, I'm tired of the fish I made myself. See you at the village chief's house tonight, don't forget to promise me the dishes..."

Uncle's voice floated in the air, and the cameraman pointed the camera at the two people who were there. After a while, Shi Qingqiu spoke first. She picked up the bucket in one hand and grabbed Wen Qinghan's wrist with one hand and smiled: "I'm leaving, and I have to go back to cook to repay your fishing master, don't let people down."

With a slight smile in Wen Qinghan's eyes, he bent over and picked up the fishing rod and asked, "Will you do it then?"

When the two people were walking together, Shi Qingqiu nodded and said: "Okay, but I haven't made this kind of fish. This seems to be a catfish. Let me see if I can get my mobile phone to check how to do it later."

Wen Qinghan glanced at her and asked, "Are you sure you can do it well the first time?"

Shi Qingqiu paused, then shook his head, his pace was much slower, "No, but I will do other things, so I should have a solid foundation."

This is very unassuming. Wen Qinghan, who is familiar with Shi Qingqiu, can naturally hear the uncertainty in the words. The corners of Wen Qinghan's lips hold a shallow arc: "I'll do it, then."

After Shi Qingqiu listened, she didn't react for a while. She turned her head to look at Wen Qinghan in surprise. The latter was still cold and alienated. This appearance not only rejected people thousands of miles away, but also made Shi Qingqiu subconsciously feel Wen Qinghan. Han doesn't know how to cook.

Yes, she always thought that Wen Qinghan was a daughter who was not touched by Yang Chunshui. At most, she would cut a dish and throw it into a hot pot to boil it. After all, this was Wen Qinghan, who was both excellent in character and learning at the beginning, and now has a successful career.

Such Wen Qinghan can actually cook!

"No...Qing Han, what you said is true?"

"Do I look like a babbler?" Wen Qinghan kept walking and replied lightly.

Shi Qingqiu’s consternation continued all the way. From returning the fishing rod to the village chief’s house, Wen Qinghan did not respond to Shi Qingqiu’s questions. He just politely thanked the family who borrowed the fishing rod and met him at the door of the village chief’s house. Xu Zhi came back and greeted her best friend Xiao Yulan.

The two groups of people entered the yard talking and laughing, only to see Qin Wangman chasing a pheasant in the yard and muttering something in his mouth: "Oh, don’t you run away, grandpa, I’ll point to you to give me high marks tonight. , Don't run! Stop!"

The pheasant not only didn't stop, but also screamed with its voice. The voice of one person and one chicken made an exceptionally loud noise in the yard. A pair of legs suddenly appeared in front of him as he ran. The man bent down and grabbed the pheasant. Qin Wang looked up and smiled: "Blue! Good grasp!"

Ji Lan reluctantly stuffed the pheasant into his arms, raised his chin to signal him to look back, and then said with a little smile: "Look at others and see you. If you can't do this tonight, this chicken Okay, that would be a waste of your torn dress."

"Who else? Who is back?" Qin Wang held the chicken in a puzzled way and looked back, his eyes suddenly opened like a copper bell.

I saw Shi Qingqiu and Wen Qinghan both neatly dressed, not stained with dust, and Xu Zhi and Xiao Yulan next to them were also neatly dressed, no different from when they went out in the morning, the only thing they had was the trophies in their hands.

"Wow, you guys! Why didn't you come back with injuries!" Qin Wang yelled dissatisfiedly, and walked over with the chicken in his arms. His arm was cut by a chicken paw, and the clothes were scrapped.

Xu Zhi carried the pork, trying his best to stop the smile on her face, "Wang, don't you go and kill the chicken, then change your clothes, you will deal with it again, be careful of your pants."

Qin Wang first looked at the vegetables in Xiao Yulan's hands, then pointed to Xu Zhi's pork and asked, "Why did your meat come from?"

"There was a villager at the end of the village who killed pigs and wanted to sell them in the town. We just happened to pass by and did some work. This is what the villagers gave us."

"Wow, why didn't I run into such a good thing!"

God Ji Lan made up the knife: "That's because you rushed to the pheasant as soon as you went out."

At this moment, several people couldn't help laughing, and even the corners of Wen Qinghan's mouth rose.

"Hey, hey, welcome all the goddesses to come back. The next step is the intense cooking session. You can find your own kitchen according to the number. See you at the village chief’s house after one and a half hours at the latest!" The host’s high-pitched voice came from the rear. It heard that several people looked back, and Yu Shushen's group and Lu Sizhou's group also came back.

Before leaving, everyone looked at their ingredients. Shi Qingqiu's group was fish, Xu Zhi's group was pork and vegetables, Yu Shushen's group was also greens, Qinwang's group was pheasant, and Lu Sizhou's group was bamboo shoots.

The number of Shi Qingqiu's group is one. Fortunately, they stayed at the village chief’s house and used the village chief’s kitchen.

Before Wen Qinghan entered the kitchen, Shi Qingqiu worriedly took her hand and asked, "Qinghan, do you really need my help? I can give you a hand."

Wen Qinghan shook his head, "No, you are waiting for me outside, I will let you in when it's almost time."

Wen Qinghan’s decision has always been well thought out, and there is no need to refute it, but this time it’s a show after all. Shi Qingqiu didn’t help when he was fishing. She should also contribute to the burning of fish, so she asked :"why?"

"Because the image is ruined in the front." Wen Qinghan faintly dropped a sentence, stepped back two steps, and closed the door with a "bang".

Shi Qingqiu looked at the closed kitchen door and listened to the sound of water coming from inside. She smiled slightly, moved a small stool and sat outside the kitchen door and waited.

Wen Qinghan's plan was to use the smaller fish for soup and the larger fish for braising. She wrapped her apron around her waist and began to prepare for the "destroying the image" that Shi Qingqiu said earlier.

After she prepared the condiments for the catfish soup, she started to cook the soup first, sautéed it with chopped **** and chopped green onion, and then put the cooking wine to remove the fishy smell of the catfish, add half a pot of water to boil and put it in the freshly processed The fish, waiting to boil again, when the soup gradually boils, then change to medium heat and boil it.

Fortunately, the village chief’s kitchen has more than one pot. Wen Qinghan is boiling soup on one side, and is not idle on the other side. He starts to cook braised catfish in an orderly manner.

The scent gradually floated out of the gap in the kitchen door, and Shi Qingqiu smelled it for the first time. Because of Wen Qinghan's explanation, she didn't knock on the door immediately. After waiting for about fifteen minutes, the door opened.

Wen Qinghan appeared neatly in front of Shi Qingqiu, no different from before entering. Shi Qingqiu stood up and took her hand in front of him and sniffed it. There was no fishy smell, but a faint fragrance. It was her. The smell of the body on weekdays.

"Qingqiu, what's the matter?" Wen Qinghan felt a little unnatural when she saw her smell her hand like this, and her fingers trembled.

"It's nothing. Smell and see if there is a fishy smell on Chef Wen's hands." Shi Qingqiu blinked, her gaze crossed Wen Qinghan to look into the kitchen, and smiled uncertainly and asked: "Your image is ruined. Huh?"

Wen Qinghan curled the corners of his lips slightly, and the hand held by Shi Qingqiu turned passively to hold Shi Qingqiu's hand actively and said, "You will know if you follow me to see."

She brought Shi Qingqiu to the side of the stove, and the braised catfish had been simmered in the pot with the lid on and turned off, and the aroma was locked in the pot.

Wen Qinghan took a bowl of spoon and scooped half a bowl of catfish soup that had been boiled into milky white, and brought it to Shi Qingqiu: "Qingqiu, you can try it."

The fish soup exudes a faint fragrance of milk and green onions. Shi Qingqiu stared at it for a while, as if he hadn't come out of the shock of Wen Qinghan's cooking. Wen Qinghan's fingers holding the bowl slowly rubbed against the bottom of the bowl for a while, and finally pursed his lips. He loosened one hand to take a spoon and scooped a spoonful, then lowered his head slightly to cool, and then sent it to Shi Qingqiu's lips.

Her expression was still so calm, she couldn't see any emotions, Shi Qingqiu's smile gradually dizzy under her eyes, and she lowered her head as Wen Qinghan handed the spoon to her lips to drink the spoonful of fish soup. The fish soup was fragrant and delicious, and the fragrance still remained after swallowing it. This was even more unexpected by Shi Qingqiu, and she was still a little bit unsatisfied.

Shi Qingqiu still lowered his head, Wen Qinghan seemed to see something, took another spoonful of fish soup, and let him cool down again, and then sent it to Shi Qingqiu's lips.

There was a soft light in her eyes, and she didn't want to stop, but seeing the fish soup gradually bottoming out, she was filled with deep reluctance. I can only slow down as much as possible, and then slower, the fingertips holding the bowl are so hot that I don't want to let go. She is happy in her heart, which is much stronger than the burning pain felt by her fingertips.

"Oh, what's the situation? Xiu Enai is terrible! Come on, let's take a look at the results of Qingqiu, it's so fragrant, what did this do?"

The host’s voice came from the door of the kitchen, Wen Qinghan seemed to tremble, Shi Qingqiu immediately supported her hand holding the bowl and the hand feeding her soup, but touching the bowl in her hand is not just Wen. Shi Qingqiu was shocked by the hot temperature, and she immediately took the bowl from Wen Qinghan's hand.

"Fish soup and braised fish, the soup is ready, and the braised fish will be ready in a few minutes." Wen Qinghan explained, pulling back his hands without a trace, backing his hands behind him, gently Hold it up.

Wen Qinghan accompanied the host to the pot of fish soup. The host stretched out his hand and fanned the scent in front of him. He exclaimed, "Wow, it's so fragrant. It's incredible. Remember to leave some for me later. what…"

Wen Qinghan smiled faintly, turned his head to look at Shi Qingqiu, the latter did not hesitate to praise him, and smiled and gave Wen Qinghan a thumbs up. And this scene happened to be recorded by the cameraman who had just turned around after giving the fish soup a close-up shot.

The author has something to say: the next chapter transfers to the firm and the deputy cp plot, the next chapter returns to the main line

This is the end of the first part of the reality show, which can be regarded as the end of a small plot, so it happens to be inserted in the plot of the rest of the scenes, and it is not randomly inserted. If you really don't want to watch it, just don't buy the next chapter.

In addition, there are not many sub-line plots that are interspersed in reality shows, and it only accounts for less than one-tenth of the entire text. The existence of this sub-line is not only a side description of Qi Yue, Shi Qingqiu and Wen Qinghan. In addition to some of the things, more is that I want to have a different flavor in such a secret love story.