The dishes I cook are invincible and delicious [System]

The background color of the plaque is pure black, with a circle of delicate and fine golden lines on the side, and the three golden characters in the middle are magnificent, which makes this plaque even more brilliant.There are still some traces of wiping on the four sides, probably because a lot of dust has accumulated since it has not been cleaned for a long time, so Song Ruan just took a handkerchief and wiped the plaque clean before handing it over to him.

Everyone gathered around Boss Huang, and everyone's eyes were full of joy. His two younger brothers looked at the plaque, and then turned back to look at him expectantly.Huang Laosan even tugged at his sleeve, his voice trembling with excitement, "Brother, touch it quickly."

Boss Huang was amused by his younger brother's unbelievable stupidity. He raised his sleeves to wipe away his tears, and then stretched out his thick brown hands full of knife marks, as if he was stroking a newborn baby. Like a baby, he carefully stretched out his finger and gently swipe across the three characters of "Food and Delicious", and then reluctantly touched the "Tianxia Taiping" engraved with the emperor's seal on the lower right corner.

"The treasurer."

Boss Huang raised his head, eyes full of gratitude, "I really don't know how to thank you..."

In fact, he wanted to ask Song Ruan how much money he spent to buy the plaque. After all, it was a plaque from his Huang family ancestor, so it was unreasonable for the shopkeeper to buy it for him.

But Boss Huang thought about it again, and it was not appropriate to say this in front of everyone, so he had to swallow it temporarily.

He didn't say it, but it didn't mean that Song Ruan didn't know what the other person was thinking. He smiled slightly and joked, "When I heard that Huang Hexian was changed hands, think about it. This is the matter, how can you work hard? This is not good, you are all the movable type signs of our Nanshan Restaurant. So I went to inquire, who would have thought that the new boss is a clothes maker, so he doesn’t care about this brand at all, They said that they took up their space. Look at this, I brought back the things without spending a penny, and in exchange for three hard-working guys, isn’t it wonderful?”

He spoke humorously and lightly, but Boss Huang understood that such a plaque was bestowed by the former emperor, how could it be possible for the shopkeeper to take it away without taking any money?It is estimated that Song Ruan has understood his thoughts, so he made such a phone call to tell him that I didn't spend a penny to get it, so you don't owe me anything.

There was a warm current in Mrs. Huang's heart. He clenched his fist and said solemnly, "Shopkeeper, the three of us will never forget your kindness to our three brothers. Don't worry, our three brothers will definitely work hard." !Will live up to your expectations!"

"Work hard and don't pass the time. I won't give you a raise if you work eight hours a day."

Song Ruan joked.

Everyone laughed and said some jokes around Boss Huang. The atmosphere was warm and active.

Song Ruan looked at them with bright faces, and a gentle smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In fact, when Song Ruan went to buy this plaque, Song Ruan never thought of using it in exchange for the hearts of the three people.He just simply thought that for this plaque, three talented chefs have been aggrieved in this dilapidated restaurant for so many years, isn't it just for 'inheritance'?

Song Ruan has no father, no mother, and no siblings, but he has a deep understanding of "inheritance".

He still remembered that a few days before his accident, he had watched a movie, and the thoughts expressed in it impressed him deeply: 'Death is not the end of life, but oblivion is. '

Inheritance also means the same thing. What is passed down is not only this plaque, but also the efforts of the ancestors and the sweat of the ancestors. stand up.

If there is inheritance, it will not be forgotten.

But for a person like him who has no parents or children, even if there is something worth passing on, who will inherit it?

A faint mood rippled in Song Ruan's heart, he slowly raised his eyes, and inadvertently glanced at Yang Yuan not far away.

Yang Yuan has not grown a little taller this time, and the clothes he made before are basically unwearable. This suit on him is probably made by himself. The tone is dark blue, with some gray mixed in it to make the saturation more saturated. It is much lower, and the color looks more stable, but it is a little more youthful than black and dark gray.

On the basis of the dark blue fabric, under the hem of his clothes is embroidered a large piece of densely stitched and gorgeously embroidered white camellias. After a long time, I still feel that those petals will float up with the wind in the next second, elegant and lazy.

The white thread and the golden thread are mixed together, so that although the embroidered camellia still looks white, the saturation is darker than the pure white flower, which complements the dark blue fabric.

"?"

Yang Yuan noticed a warm gaze on her, turned her head, and saw Song Ruan staring intently at the embroidery of her clothes, as if she was looking at some novel pattern.

He smiled, and simply walked to Song Ruan while everyone was surrounding the Huang family brothers.

Now that piece of camellia was right in front of my eyes, even Song Ruan couldn't resist the temptation of picking flowers, picked up a piece of his clothes and touched it, "This pattern is really well embroidered."

"I expected to grow taller earlier, so I went to Ruyuelou to order a new set of clothes. The embroiderer in their family has embroidered them for less than half a month." Yang Yuan saw him carefully brushing them with his fingertips. In that field of flowers, the sound of breathing was subconsciously suppressed, and the eyebrows and eyes became gentle.

"... Kisaragi Tower?"

Song Ruan was slightly taken aback when he heard this feminine name, and his hands loosened, and the silky silk fell from his hands lightly, and then obediently hung down on Yang Yuan's legs. between.

"Yes."

Seeing that he let go, Yang Yuan stretched out his hand unconsciously. He clasped two warm hands, and his palms were pressed together. He laughed, leaned close to Song Ruan's cheek, and held it close to his ear. He whispered softly, "You also have the exact same one, which fits your size exactly."

"How about it, want to try?"

Song Ruan heard his deep, sexy voice ringing in his ears, and it was so close that he seemed to feel Yang Yuan's Adam's apple trembling because of the voice.

After everyone pestered the three brothers of the Huang family and promised to cook them a big meal, the guys turned around and found that the shopkeeper had disappeared.

The little handyman looked around blankly, "Where did the shopkeeper go? The small kitchen? No, I didn't see him go that way either."

"Speaking of which, why is Young Master Yang gone?"

"..."

Zhang Shusheng covered his head with a headache, and tried his best to make up lies for them, "It may be that Mr. Yang has been away for so long, and the two of them have something to say, so... let's go first."

In the Song Mansion hut.

Yang Yuan took out a neatly folded and clean dark blue robe from her box, and then handed it to Song Ruan with both hands, "Try it."

Song Ruan ignored his provocative and provocative words, took the clothes and shook them, and took a general look at the style.

Sure enough, Yang Yuan didn't lie, the style on this one was almost the same as the one on him, even the orientation of the flowers was exactly the same, the only difference was probably that the one in Song Ruan's hand was reduced by one size.

"Do you like camellias so much?"

Song Ruan lifted up the clothes, compared them with the one on Yang Yuan, and asked casually, "Could it be that you are a little flower demon?"

Talking about it, he thought of the appearance of flower demons in many animations, looked at Yang Yuan again, and couldn't help laughing.

"……no."

Yang Yuan looked at him helplessly, and there was a touch of pampering and tenderness that could only be detected after careful listening, "Because several of your handkerchiefs are embroidered with white camellia, so I guess you like this kind of simple and quiet flowers."

As he spoke, he took out a well-folded handkerchief from his pocket, opened it, and saw that there were a few white camellias embroidered on it, and this handkerchief was conjured according to the pattern of Song Ruan's handkerchief.

Song Ruan was slightly taken aback.

Those camellia handkerchiefs are indeed handkerchiefs that he often uses.

But the real reason is that when he first wore it, the original handkerchiefs were all red and purple peonies, which gave him too much visual impact, and living in this different world without facial tissue, the handkerchief is indeed is a necessity.So when he saw a clean and beautiful camellia handkerchief hanging on the handmaid Luluo, he asked her to make a few more handkerchiefs of the same style...

And this is the truth.

"what happened?"

Yang Yuan noticed that Song Ruan's thin, pale pink lips were slightly opened, as if he had something to say to him, he cleared his throat, and it took a lot of effort to turn his attention away from the petal-like lips. Moved his lips away, and asked as if nothing had happened.

"..."

The syllable of the first word has already been contained in the mouth, but Song Ruan looked at Yang Yuan, and looked at the pair of gentle gazes that followed him all the time, and swallowed those few words by mistake, "It's nothing , I happen to be tired of wearing clothes, so I can change them."

As he spoke, he coughed a few times, then hid in the screen with his clothes in his arms and changed.

"okay."

It didn't take much to change a piece of clothing, Song Ruan quickly changed, and while wearing a belt around her waist, she walked out with her head bowed.The hair that fell down due to wearing clothes hangs down in front of his shoulders, which happened to block his sight, making it impossible for him to fasten his belt properly.

"Tsk."

He frowned slightly, and just as he was about to push his hair back, he saw Yang Yuan walking over quickly from the corner of his eye, and then stretched out a warm hand, gently helping him push back his overly long hair behind.

Song Ruan's ears warmed up slightly, and he subconsciously avoided Yang Yuan's gaze. He cleared his throat, and was about to say thank you when he suddenly saw Yang Yuan's shoulders slowly pressed down.

Wait, something is wrong.

Song Ruan subconsciously wanted to take a step back, but suddenly felt a burst of resistance on his waist—it turned out that Yang Yuan held his belt, and also stopped Song Ruan from running away.

"Yang Yuan, this is not—"

"This belt is the latest style."

There was a faint smile in the corner of the man's eyes in front of him. He held one end of the belt with both hands, and his finger bones just stuck to Song Ruan's slender waist, completely controlling the other party in his hands, unable to move.

Yang Yuan held the marionette that only belonged to him at the moment, bowed his head, brushed Song Ruan's hair intentionally or unintentionally with his warm lips, and finally landed less than an inch away from the pink ear. The smile deepened, and all the breath she exhaled wrapped around Song Ruan Xuebai's neck, "You can't, I'll help you wear it."