The dishes I cook are invincible and delicious [System]

The night wind passed by, and the clouds were blown away by it, revealing a bright and clean crescent moon inside. The moonlight was like water, and like a thin layer of veil, it drifted down hazyly and softly covered the earth.

Tonight's new moon is like a lamp, and you can clearly see the road ahead without using a lantern.

When Song Ruan came back, he saw that candle lamps had been lit in his room, and the soft light filled the whole room, and the light seemed to overflow through the paper window.

He stood still at the door, his hand was about to be raised but not raised.

In his previous life, he lived and worked alone, and no one ever left a light for him. Even his colleagues were reluctant to live with him because of his withdrawn personality and not easy to talk to.

The staff dormitory building is a bit old, and the sound insulation effect is not very good. Every time Song Ruan gets off work, he drags his tired body past the door of the dormitory where there are voices floating, walks to the innermost room, opens the door, Bury yourself in darkness.

Now... Tired all day, after returning home, he finally saw someone left a lamp for him.

Song Ruan couldn't tell what emotion was in his heart, he gently opened the door and walked in.

Yang Yuan lay down on the table boredly, raised his head quickly after hearing the movement, and stared at Song Ruan with black and bright eyes.

He was still like a wilting flower just now, when he saw Song Ruan coming back, he immediately straightened up, with surprise and joy on his face, and blurted out, "Why did you come back? I was so bored waiting. "

The boy's unique voice sounded extraordinarily crisp and melodious. It was clearly a complaint, but it sounded a little bit like a baby to his elder brother.

Song Ruan's heart was suddenly softened by the phrase 'I'm so bored waiting', he rubbed Yang Yuan's head, took out a pack of sweet-scented osmanthus candies wrapped in paper, and said, "From my elder brother's Here it is, it's still hot."

Song Yue heard that Song Ruan not only brought the boy home, but also lived in a house and served him with delicious food and drink.When he thought of the small age gap between the two of them, they could chat better, and maybe they would be closer than his blood-related elder brother in the future... Instantly, his heart was filled with anger, he rolled up his sleeves aggressively, and threatened to come over and take this brat Throw it out.

In the end, he was persuaded by Song Ruan's persuasive words, and it was finally safe and sound.

Of course Yang Yuan didn't know all this. He stared intently at the bag of sweet-scented osmanthus candies, tore apart the oil paper, clumsily picked up a piece of soft candy, put it to his mouth, tried to lick it twice, and then put the whole candy Put it in your mouth, chew it and swallow it.

"Not very tasty."

Song Ruan heard Yang Yuan shake his head and make such an evaluation, then squeezed another piece into his mouth very honestly, chewed it, and said vaguely, "It's really not delicious."

"Is it so unpalatable?"

He looked at the boy's shiny fingers with a smile, took out a handkerchief, and tasted a piece carefully.

Song Yuexuan’s chefs are good at craftsmanship, the oil temperature is right, the coating is crispy, and the candy center is sweet. When chewing, you can still smell the faint scent of osmanthus. The whole candy is crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, and it is not greasy after eating.

It is also a rare delicacy.

"I think it tastes pretty good."

Song Ruan ate another piece, nodded and said, "Sweet and delicious, suitable for pyrotechnics."

After Yang Yuan finished eating that piece, he didn't eat any more. He watched Song Ruan eat one piece after another, and accidentally got some sesame seeds on the corner of his mouth, which looked like a mole.

He smiled slightly, supported his head with one hand, and slowly raised the other hand, like a dexterous feather, brushing lightly from Song Ruan's lips, "Do you think I really haven't eaten anything?" Is it delicacies from mountains and seas?"

Song Ruan was slightly taken aback, his brain hadn't reacted yet, his lips were already hot, he subconsciously wiped the place Yang Yuan touched several times, and asked in a panic, "What?"

Under the warm yellow candlelight, Yang Yuan seemed to be hiding deep meaning in his eyes. He stared at Song Ruan who was at a loss for a long time. Gradually, the smile on his lips gradually faded, "It's nothing, there is something on the corner of your mouth. .It's time to sleep."

"...Dropped something? What?"

Song Ruan wiped the corners of her mouth several times, and when she raised her head again, Yang Yuan yawned and lazily went to the cubicle.

He saw Yang Yuan close the door of the cubicle, and the candlelight reflected his tall figure on the paper window.It's just a slightly blurred silhouette, and it can be seen that the body has grown up considering that there is still a slight sense of innocence between the boy and the youth.

Yang Yuan raised his head slightly, as if looking in his direction.

Song Ruan only had time to see his delicate jaw...Suddenly, with a soft 'hu' sound, the candlelight was extinguished, and everything returned to silence.

In the room, only one candle in his hand was left softly lit.

Today, Yang Yuan seems a little strange.

Probably... puberty?

Thinking of this, Song Ruan suddenly felt a little relieved.

Fortunately, Yang Yuan's psychological adjustment ability is probably very good. When Song Ruan saw him the next day, he was the same as before, smiling at the corner of his eyes, holding two bowls of tofu nao, and beckoning him to have breakfast.

The tofu nao is soft and tender, floating like pieces of clouds, and the white and fat people look very appetizing.

Song Ruan took one of the bowls, took out a small bottle from his waist, opened the stopper, and sprinkled a few white particles into it as usual, then he stirred it gently with a spoon to let them mix uniform.

Yang Yuan looked at it with relish, "What is that?"

"Salt."

Song Ruan saw him eager to try, and asked kindly, "Would you like some?"

"Yes." Yang Yuan nodded emphatically.

Song Ruan smiled lightly and shook some salt for him.

Yang Yuan stirred it well, then gently scooped up a piece of tofu flower and put it in his mouth.The tofu flower is soft and delicious, and the soup is slightly salty, but it is just right. Not only will it not overly dry the mouth, but it will also whet the appetite and make you want to try a few more mouthfuls.

"good to eat."

Although Yang Yuan's words were short, the satisfaction on his face could not be concealed.

Song Ruan smiled slightly. He picked up the wooden spoon, gently scraped off the layer of chopped green onion floating on the tofu nao, and tapped lightly on the small plate next to it, and the greens slid down, and the soup surface clean.

"Don't you like eating onions?"

At some point, Yang Yuan put down the spoon and asked suddenly.

"It's not just green onions." Song Ruan shook his head, "I don't touch garlic, onions, these things. I can't get used to their taste."

"Oh."

Yang Yuan spoke slowly, and the speed of eating tofu nao also slowed down. He lowered his eyes and couldn't tell what was going on in his heart, "I don't like eating green onions either."

Song Ruan thought that he was the same as himself, and secretly wrote down his taste in his heart, "Then I won't put green onions in my cooking from now on."

Yang Yuan snorted softly, not knowing which word Song Ruan said just hit him, he raised his eyebrows, and his depressed mood was swept away.

After breakfast, Song Ruan finished the task that had been delayed for a long time, maybe because this time it was a bit difficult, the system actually gave him an oil barrel with a conscience.

[Completion Reward] A magical oil barrel that reaps the benefits of melons.

[Reward Description] When you put in beans, then soybean oil will be produced; if you put in peanuts, then peanut oil will be produced; if you put in a pig... Of course, if you can put it in, correspondingly, Barrels will give you lard.

A barrel!

When Song Ruan saw the reward description, it was like a roller coaster was set up in his heart, leading his heart down to the center of the earth, and then straight to the sky; Run up the mountain.

He took several deep breaths, his face still hot.

The development of oil in ancient times can also be described as having a long history.

At first, people boiled fat from animals, but animal oil has high calories, and foods seasoned with it should be eaten while it is hot, otherwise there will be an oily smell after cooling down, which will affect people's appetite.

Later, people began to try to use plants to extract oil. The first raw material for oil extraction was sesame oil, and then soybean oil, peanut oil and other categories were gradually derived.

But the grain in ancient times is different from that cultivated by modern science and technology, and grain was a necessity in ancient times, with less mass production and higher value.Generally, people will plant good varieties of soybeans and peanuts in the ground, and the survival of the fittest will be eliminated, while less good varieties of sesame and soybeans will be used to extract oil.The taste of oil squeezed out of inferior raw materials is naturally not good.

Song Ruan has naturally noticed this after cooking so many meals.It's just that he didn't know how to make oil before, so he couldn't improve these defective oils.

But now the system gave him another kind of convenience, directly giving him an oil barrel.

After that, if he needs it, he can get peanut oil, soybean oil...even olive oil.

Song Ruan almost couldn't wait to try this new prop.Because the reward was clearly stated, he dug out a bag of peeled raw peanuts from the kitchen at home, and poured them into the oil drum in a hurry.

This oil barrel has the same magical place as the salt shaker, that is, it is empty inside.

No matter how many peanuts were poured into it, when Song Ruan looked inside again, he could only see the empty bottom of the barrel, as if those peanuts were chewed and quickly wiped dry by the oil barrel as soon as they fell into it.

Song Ruan was worried that there was too much oil poured out, so she found a clean bucket, and slowly turned the oil bucket sent by the system upside down.

Just as the oil barrel was turned over, there was a faint gurgling sound from inside the dark barrel, as if something was about to gushe out.

Song Ruan suppressed his excitement, and the hand holding the oil barrel even trembled slightly.

He waited patiently for a while, and the oil barrel finally moved—it was just that what appeared in front of Song Ruan was not a sea of ​​oil gushing out, but a drop of orange oil the size of soybeans, which slowly slipped out of the barrel It came out and rolled on the edge of the oil drum, like a drop of water that was about to fall, shaking and shaking...

But it just won't come down.

The oil barrel seemed to let out a grunting sound impatiently, and the drop of oil reluctantly let go of the edge of the barrel, jumped down with a splash, and fell into several smaller oil stars.

Song Ruan: "..."