The dishes I cook are invincible and delicious [System]

"No entry for peers, face-to-face rebuke for being indecent..."

A fat middle-aged man read this sentence again, his face changed slightly, "What does this mean? Are you talking about us?"

"No way, we didn't pick things up, how could they find out?"

"Do not."

The middle-aged man looked at the fan and shook his head slightly, "He doesn't write in the morning and doesn't write in the evening, but he writes and hangs it up during our meal, and it's still hanging in such a conspicuous place..."

How could it be unintentional?

"Let's go, we are lucky that he didn't expose us in person."

He paused and sighed, "It seems that this young man is not easy to mess with."

After they left, a handyman hurried down from the second floor, trotted up to Song Ruan, and briefly described what he saw by the window.

Finally, he said happily, "Boss, you don't know how ugly those people looked before they left."

Song Ruan smiled slightly, and the reactions of those people were all within his expectation.

"Shopkeeper, how do you know that those people are colleagues?"

Zhang Shusheng asked puzzledly.

"I wasn't sure at first either."

Song Ruan said, "Until I walked past them, they had a heavy smell of oily smoke, not the smell of food, but the smell of people who often go to the kitchen."

It seems that they have been cooks for many years, and some smells cannot be washed clean.

"And, I took a look, and several of them had heavy scratches on their fingers."

As Song Ruan said, he stretched out his hand again. His sword skill was indeed as they said, not very good, so a shallow mark was left on his hand.

Zhang Shusheng suddenly realized, "So that's how it is."

"Then shall we also inquire about the enemy's situation?"

"Do not--"

Just as Song Ruan was about to refuse, he suddenly felt that the beads in his hand began to heat up slightly.

This little bastard who is not afraid of big troubles.

Without Song Ruan's response, the bead string relentlessly raised the temperature, and finally shook slightly, and the red beads collided with each other, making a slight, crisp sound.

Zhang Shusheng asked strangely, "What's the sound?"

"No... how can you get a tiger cub if you don't enter the tiger's den?"

Song Ruan said self-destructively, always felt that the current situation had a feeling of deja vu, "After all, coming and going is not indecent."

When Song Ruan returned to the kitchen, he saw Yang Yuan playing with his camellia handkerchief.

As for the two pots next to him, the bottom of the pot was burning with fire, and the two shovels were suspended in the air. They dipped a little salt into the pot and shook it without a teacher. The pot also shook very well. The two cooperated with each other. Completed a perfect tipping spoon.

Song Ruan, "..."

"you're back?"

Yang Yuan raised his eyelids, flipped his fingers, and finally folded the handkerchief into the shape of a butterfly.

He put the butterfly in the palm of his hand and tossed it lightly. The moment the handkerchief was thrown out, the big butterfly made of camellia handkerchief instantly shattered into several vivid little white butterflies, flapping Those fragile wings flew out of the door.

If you look carefully, the patterns on the wings of those butterflies are obviously the patterns of camellias.

Song Ruan was surprised and helpless, "Yang Yuan..."

"Does it look good?"

Yang Yuan stretched out his slender hand, and the only butterfly that didn't fly away slowly approached and landed on his fingertips.

"The others are the ones I let go out with people."

As Yang Yuan said, he dropped his fingertips and stretched his fingers in the direction where Song Ruan was, "Only this one was made by me with my spiritual power."

"Give it to you."

"Follow someone? Who? Those people just now?"

As Song Ruan said, he stretched out his hand subconsciously, and the butterfly flew over spiritually and landed just above his thumb and tiger's mouth.

The fragile and beautiful wings swayed slightly, as if taking a breath, it would turn into foam and fly into the air.

The butterfly's small claws gently hooked Song Ruan's hand, like a feather tickling his palm, itching.

"Does it look good?"

Yang Yuan smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and waved lightly on the back of Song Ruan's hand.

When it was moved away again, the butterfly had disappeared, replaced by a butterfly pattern above Song Ruan's tiger's mouth.

The shallow white wings, on which the pattern of camellia petals can be vaguely seen, are like a tattoo, tightly attached to Song Ruan's fair and delicate hands, and complement each other.

"This, this is..."

Song Ruan stretched out her other hand in surprise, her fingertips were carefully hanging above the butterfly pattern, but she didn't dare to touch it, "Where did that butterfly go?"

Yang Yuan smiled without answering, and gently held his fingertips.

His palms were on the back of Song Ruan's hands, and the two hands were folded together, dry and warm.

He guided Song Ruan's fingers, touched the butterfly, and then lifted his fingertips slightly.

"...!"

Song Ruan opened his eyes wide, and saw a little white under his raised finger, as if it was pulled out by his fingertips.

Yang Yuan held his hand and moved it a little more, and the white butterfly, which was exactly the same as before, had already exposed half of its body, with its two wings spread out and ready to come out.

Yang Yuan heard that he subconsciously held his breath first, and when he saw the butterfly, Song Ruan took a breath and let out a soft wow, as if afraid of frightening it.

……So cute.

Yang Yuan's eyes were slightly deep.

At this time, his hand had overlapped with Song Ruan's ten fingers.

Yang Yuan completely moved their hands away, and at that moment, that butterfly quickly took off from Song Ruan's hand, and at the same time, countless white figures rushed out of the butterfly pattern one after another, white stars dotted They were scattered all over the kitchen, and butterflies as beautiful as petals surrounded them, like a dream.

Song Ruan stared blankly at these beautiful little beings, and then subconsciously exclaimed after a while, "It's so beautiful..."

Yang Yuan laughed, "In the future, as long as you want, you can watch it anytime. These butterflies can also be used to send messages. If you need me, you can let them come to me."

His voice lowered a tone, sounding soft and deep, "No matter how far away, I will rush back to you."

"..."

Song Ruan was stunned for a moment, he vaguely felt that something was wrong with Yang Yuan's words and tone.

But in terms of emotion, because he didn't have it before, he was more clumsy and less able to distinguish.

Maybe he is too sensitive?

Song Ruan thought so, but the germs of doubt in his heart were constantly growing. But speaking of it, he couldn't tell what he was doubting.

Song Ruan's eyelashes trembled slightly, he held back for a while, and finally couldn't help asking, "Yang Yuan, you—"

"The shopkeeper! The customer is here to urge you!"

Before he could say anything, Zhang Shusheng's voice sounded outside the door, and the next moment, the kitchen door was pushed open, "Is that dish ready—"

For a moment, the atmosphere was stagnant, and even the flying butterflies were about to stop. Song Ruan's heart subconsciously lifted into her throat.

"……Have."

Zhang Shusheng stared dumbfounded at the white butterflies all over the kitchen, "Mother, how did so many butterflies get in..."

Song Ruan breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously, then took the opportunity to let go of Yang Yuan's hand naturally, and changed the subject, "Okay, okay, wait for me to serve... By the way, let's give the guests another plate of fried peanuts, Apologize to everyone."

As he said, he hurriedly put the dishes first, and then took a blue and white plate to grab the jar that stored fried peanuts.

His wrist shook several times but he couldn't grab it. Finally, he gritted his teeth and managed to grab it.

"Forget it... I'll go by myself."

As Song Ruan said, she hurried out the door with two plates, her eyelids drooping, not daring to look at Yang Yuan and Zhang Shusheng.

"..."

Zhang Shusheng watched Song Ruan go out the door almost like a headless chicken, and when he walked away, he turned his head and sighed, "Why bother? The shopkeeper doesn't understand anything."

Zhang Shusheng had seen Yang Yuan want to kiss Song Ruan with his own eyes, so Yang Yuan didn't put on an air in front of him.

He said calmly, "I know he doesn't understand, so I'll teach him."

"But the shopkeeper didn't look like that kind of person..."

Although Zhang Shusheng is cowardly, he can't watch his savior being bullied by this little bastard.

He bite the bullet and said, "Besides, you are still young, wait a few years..."

In a few years, who will be who?

There was no expression on Yang Yuan's face. After a while, he said, "Don't worry, I won't force him."

"The shopkeeper's appearance just now is obviously unwilling."

Zhang Shusheng muttered.

Yang Yuan glanced at him coolly, and said in a more serious tone, "He will be willing."

Scholar Zhang: "..."

After Song Ruan finished serving the dishes outside, she still didn't dare to go back to the kitchen, so she had to nest at the counter, trying to clear up her thoughts.

A handyman passed by and asked curiously, "Shopkeeper, what are you doing here?"

Song Ruan was struggling, and now a person happened to come.

His eyes lit up, he pulled the person over, and organized his speech for a long time, "Xiao Liu, I remember you got married, didn't you?"

The handyman was confused, "Yes."

"Then let me ask you something. By the way, it has nothing to do with the question just now."

Song Ruan first tried to hide it, and then asked hesitantly, "Do you think, do you think..."

"Shopkeeper, what do you want to ask?" The handyman scratched his head in confusion.

"That's right, you think..."

Song Ruan asked in a low voice, "What do you think of the relationship between Yang Yuan and me?"

"It's pretty good. Mr. Yang is helping you, it's very righteous."

The handyman sighed, "What a good brother."

"Brothers……"

Song Ruan pondered these three words in his mouth for a long time, and finally realized.

It turned out to be, good brother.