The dishes I cook are invincible and delicious [System]

A clatter.

Yang Yuan lifted the curtain and walked in, and asked casually, "Do you want to make peanut candy?"

Song Ruan was still tinkering with his oil barrel. Hearing this, he raised his head in surprise, "No. Do you want to eat?"

"I saw so many people peeling peanuts outside, I thought you were making peanut candy. Are you really not doing it?"

Yang Yuan felt a little regretful, he walked over and sat down next to Song Ruan, and looked curiously at the ordinary wooden barrel on the table, "What is this?"

Song Ruan replied, "An oil barrel."

"Oil drum? What are you buying this for?"

As Yang Yuan said, he leaned over and took a look inside, and said strangely, "Isn't it an oil barrel? Why is there nothing?"

Song Ruan's head gets dizzy when he mentions this. He has been thinking about it for a long time. At first he tried to put in a bag of peanuts, but he only got one drop of oil; the second time he tried to put in two bags of shelled peanuts. This time the oil was indeed more than doubled, but what was poured out was not only the oil, but also the peanut shells that seemed to be crushed.The last time he learned his lesson, he filled three bags of peeled peanut kernels, and finally poured out only a small spoonful of oil...

Song Ruan did not intentionally conceal the function of this oil barrel. In fact, Yang Yuan's ability may have exceeded his imagination, and Yang Yuan has a contractual relationship with him. The two are grasshoppers tied to the same rope. Everything is hidden from him, which is not good for the long-term relationship between the two of them.

But the system is a secret after all, so he skipped over the source of the oil barrel, and simply mentioned the magic of this oil barrel to Yang Yuan.

In the end, he took out the spoonful of oil that he had worked so hard to refine just now, showed it to Yang Yuan, and said triumphantly and distressedly, "Look, I poured so many peanuts into it, and I can only refine so much. The oil. This spoon is not enough for me to cook a meal. If I really want to fill this bucket of oil, how much peanuts will I have to consume? But this oil is really fragrant, you smell it? Use it It must be delicious when cooking, but I feel sorry for the peanuts I put in..."

He had been busy all afternoon, and the results he got were so frustrating. Now that he finally found someone to confide in, he couldn't help rambling a lot.When Song Ruan raised his head and saw Yang Yuan concentrating on pouring the beans, he finally came to his senses. He coughed lightly, feeling that this was a bit embarrassing, and apologized shyly, "I'm sorry, because it's too much. Annoyed, so..."

Yang Yuan laughed lightly.

He didn't feel it, but this kind of tugging at him, with a troubled look on his face, was quite cute.

"There's nothing to apologize for."

Yang Yuan paused, and his voice softened, "It's my duty to share your worries."

Maybe it was because he was always gentle and patient when facing Song Ruan, so when his voice slowly sounded in the room, Song Ruan exhaled softly, feeling that his depressed mood seemed to be trapped The gentle voice calmed down.

"You said just now that the owner of the barrel gave you a hint that what you put in will produce something, right?"

Getting back to the topic, Yang Yuan stretched out a finger to poke the outer wall of the oil barrel, but his strength was lost, and the oil barrel shook violently when he poked it, turned over and rolled down from the table. Fortunately, Song Ruan hurriedly leaned over to support it, and carefully placed it on the ground.

Yang Yuan asked, "Is there anything else to say?"

Song Ruan recalled it carefully. After receiving the oil drum, he did not find such a manual on it. He shook his head, "No."

"That shouldn't be."

Yang Yuan rubbed his chin, thoughtfully, "How can ordinary people squeeze so many peanuts for only such a small amount of oil? According to this amount, everyone should not be able to eat them, unless..."

He raised his head, and his eyes slowly fell on the unpretentious wooden barrel in front of him.

"Unless," Yang Yuan's eyes gradually darkened, "something is not honest."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly flew out and kicked the oil drum!

He was not an ordinary person at all, and he used a full six points of force with this kick, and the oil barrel was instantly sent flying by him, hitting the wall with an extremely loud 'dong' sound.But what is surprising is that this oil barrel is not like an ordinary wooden barrel at all. Not only was it not damaged at all by such a big movement, but it bounced back and fell to the ground with a gurgling sound.

"...!"

"My oil!"

Song Ruan finally came to his senses, and hurried over, picked up the oil barrel with both hands, and put it gently on the ground, for fear that the barrel would fall apart completely if he let go.

He turned his head and yelled to Yang Yuan with great heartache, "Be gentle! What if the kick breaks!"

Song Ruan was still listening to Yang Yuan's analysis attentively just now, thinking that the other party had finally figured out something, but he didn't expect him to kick him simply and rudely, which shocked him a lot.

The oil barrel is also very weird, it was kicked by Yang Yuan to the farthest east corner of the wall, and when it hit the wall, it rolled towards him at a tricky angle...

"It'll be all right."

Yang Yuan folded his arms and snorted coldly, inexplicably unhappy, "It's made of the hardest tree species in the world——Yunshan red iron wood. I counted that kick just now, how could it possibly break him?"

He deliberately accentuated the 'broken' and was satisfied to hear the staccato grunt of the oil drum.

"Yunshan Red Ironwood? What is that?"

Song Ruan turned around and carefully checked the top, bottom, and outside of the oil barrel. Sure enough, there was a small dent on the wall that was smashed just now, and the barrel was still so strong that there was no gap.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and heard the sound of gurgling coming from the oil drum again, and couldn't help asking strangely, "What is this sound? Why does it keep ringing?"

"I'm begging for mercy. I've eaten too much of this broken wood, and now I have some spiritual energy."

Yang Yuan couldn't help snorting again, and said contemptuously, "Those who are disobedient will be hardened once they are beaten."

Song Ruan: "..."

"Okay, go get a bucket and wait for the oil."

Yang Yuan finally revealed the true face of this broken thing. Seeing the surprised expression on Song Ruan's face, he finally felt more at ease, "Next time it dares to steal your peanuts, just call me."

As he said that, he pointed at the backs of several maids peeling peanuts outside the window, and expressed his wishes tactfully and implicitly, "By the way, they shouldn't need to use the peanuts over there, right?"

Song Ruan looked at the hope hidden in his eyes, and couldn't help but smile.

Yang Yuan is really... Sometimes he looks like an adult, so mature that people feel a little strange; sometimes he looks like a child, just like now, he unconsciously acts like a baby for a piece of candy.

"Understood, I will make peanut candy for you tonight." He smiled, "Use this oil to make it for you, so that you can't stop eating it."

Yang Yuan raised his eyebrows, with an unconcealable smile in his eyes, and went out with his hands behind his back.

"All right."

Song Ruan turned around and looked at the oil drum again. He sighed, bent his fingers, and tapped the surface of the drum with his knuckles a few times, showing a smile, "I can spit as much as I eat. , don't play tricks. The hardest tree species...is also afraid of fire."

Oil barrel: "..."

As night approached, candles lit up the small kitchen.

The hard work of the maids in the afternoon came in handy. The peanuts were stripped of their rough shells, leaving only fat white people in red coats huddled together.

Yang Yuan was sitting on a ponytail with two small baskets in front of him. He grabbed the peanuts in one of the baskets, put his hands together and rubbed them, then spread them carefully, and took a breath. The crumbs dispersed with the gust of wind, and the ground was covered with red stars.

He held the pile of clean peanuts and put them in the empty basket next to him.

Song Ruan had already lit the fire, and turned around to fetch peanuts, only to turn around and see red skins everywhere on the ground.He said helplessly, "Yang Yuan, don't blow it indiscriminately, it will be difficult to sweep it off the ground."

Yang Yuan was having a good time, when he heard this, he said a little unconvinced, "But they told me to blow like this."

But here is mud land, no bluestone slabs.

Song Ruan sighed, came over and patted his head, and took away the basket of peeled peanuts, "Then remember to clean it up later."

"Oh."

Song Ruan poured the peanuts into the frying pan without looking back, and did not forget to remind him, "The first rule of human beings."

"..."

Yang Yuan, who was poked in his mind, snorted softly, and blew a childish breath. A large piece of red thin skin took off and flew all over the sky behind Song Ruan. It flew to Song Ruan's white sleeve, which was particularly eye-catching.

Yang Yuan saw that his sleeves were slightly rolled up, revealing a section of his fragile and fair wrist, which made the red skin more like blood.

Bright and colorful.