The dishes I cook are invincible and delicious [System]

"The lamb is hungry...do you want to eat?"

Song Ruan saw Yang Yuan approaching, two warm bodies pressed together, the sound of heartbeat passed through the air, penetrated into the thin fabric, and was transmitted from one body to the heart of the other.

Yang Yuan's words made his ears warm. For some reason, Song Ruan even felt that his legs, fingertips, and even hair were a little floating.

His face was so hot that he looked unbearably hot, with evasive eyes and deceiving himself, he said, "There are lotus rolls in the steamer... If you want to eat anything else, I'll make it for you."

Yang Yuan's eyes were dark, and his eyes were tightly locked on Song Ruan.Obviously, he was not satisfied with Song Nguyen's 'ostrich' answer.

He snorted softly, his face got closer and closer, his voice became lower and lower, like a whisper, "I want to eat people."

"?"

Song Ruan was dumbfounded.

"Do you want to do it?"

Seeing his stupid appearance, Yang Yuan couldn't help but smiled softly.His warm breath was on Song Ruan's neck, like a spray of dye, which immediately dyed Song Ruan's snow-white skin, red as if it was about to bleed, gorgeous and bright, seductive but attractive. I don't know it.

He breathed heavily and stared at the soft flesh for a long time. During this period, Song Ruan didn't respond. He waited for a while, and then slowly took a step back, returning the safe distance to Song Ruan.

Yang Yuan took a few deep breaths indiscriminately, suppressing the violent and impulsive desire in his heart.

Take your time and don't rush.

Yang Yuan said to himself.

This is the only person he cherishes, don't worry, don't worry.

He once woke up from the uninhabited deep mountains and wild forests, young leaves drilled out of the soil, pierced through rotten fruit leaves, and grew endlessly...

The purpose is to come to Song Ruan's side.

Song Ruan has always been mistaken, Yang Yuan is not a sheep, he is himself.

"Stop teasing you."

Yang Yuan raised his hand, and gently brushed Song Ruan's eyelids with his fingertips.His movements were so gentle that he could even feel the slight trembling of the opponent's eyelashes.But even so, Song Ruan did not avoid him.

This fool thought that as long as he hid in the clam shell, nothing would change.But if this is the case, why would he unconsciously open the clamshell when he was approaching?

A smile flashed across Yang Yuan's eyes, he pinched Song Ruan's red ears, "Let's cook, the guests are waiting."

"……Oh."

Song Ruan responded in a low voice as if waking up from a dream, then clenched his right hand into a fist and covered his lips, turned around as if preparing to cook, but in fact his mind was so confused that he couldn't even control his hands and feet.

What to do? What to do? What to do!

Did he kiss me just now?yes?Otherwise, why is it soft and hot... and what does he mean when he said he wants to eat people?Do you want to eat me...

Stop it!

Song Ruan buried her head and blushed and began to cut the side dishes, her fingers were trembling slightly.

Song Ruan used to use Yang Yuan as a child as an excuse, but now, he can't lie to himself.

The blushing could be because the body is too sensitive, not rejecting Yang Yuan's approach, or it could be because he doesn't know how to refuse, but the heartbeat that is about to jump out of the chest... is not fake.

Song Ruan closed her eyes slightly and exhaled lightly.

·

"You two have been waiting for a long time!"

Xiao Paitang knocked on the door, and after getting permission, he opened the door and came in, holding a tray with a hot pot on it, and a small container under the pot with a few pieces of charcoal inside.

He put the tray on the table, and then pushed a small cart over, which was full of chopped vegetables, raw vegetables, cold cut seafood, and all kinds of sauces.

After finishing putting things away, the man bowed politely and left.

Looking at the raw meat in front of him, Mr. He felt a little unhappy, and frowned, "Why is this Xiaoer so unruly, he put everything here, and asked us to do it ourselves?"

"What's wrong with doing it yourself?"

Mrs. He glanced at him, then chose some dishes and put them in the pot.She looked at the bubbles that kept popping out of the hot pot in front of her, and said nostalgicly, "I haven't eaten hot pot for a long time. The last time I ate it was probably more than ten years ago."

Mr. He looked at his wife, and his eyes softened, "Yes, we had no money at that time, and we ate steamed buns dipped in miso for several months. On New Year's Day, I bought two taels of pork and a box of tofu , A handful of vegetables, you carry the meat into the kitchen, cut into slices, and cook it with tofu and vegetables, and we will gather together, you chopsticks and I chopsticks..."

He was talking, and slowly, the words stopped.

Mr. He finally understood.

His wife was not angry, but was thinking about the days when it was just the two of them, eating the simplest hot pot and being happy.

"Madam, come."

Mr. He quickly picked up a piece of floating meat, dipped it in some hot sauce and sent it to Mrs. He's bowl, "You eat this."

"Don't just pinch me."

Mrs. He smiled and looked at the husband who was trying his best to be courteous in front of her. It seemed that the two of them had really returned to the previous winter. They hadn't changed, only time had changed.

She also skillfully rolled up her sleeves, picked up a large meatball from the red soup pot, and brought it to Mr. He's mouth with hot sauce, "Try it."

Mr. He never eats spicy food, but he saw that his wife was so happy and finally regained her vitality, so he couldn't bear to refuse her kindness.With a slight smile, he opened his mouth helplessly and pamperingly and took the meatball, gasping while chewing.

The meat of the meatballs is fat and thin, mostly lean meat, which increases the chewiness and elasticity of the meatballs, and the sporadic fat mixed with them is soft and delicious. The combination of the two greatly improves the taste of the meatballs.And a layer of hot sauce rolled on the outside of the meatballs is fragrant and spicy, and the taste is very good. Although people who know spicy food can't help but cry, they can't control the saliva secreted in their mouths, so that the appetite of the appetite guides the guests. He reached out to the red soup pot and chili con carne again.

"good to eat!"

Mr. He took one for his wife, and couldn't wait to eat another one. The meatball was hot and hot in his mouth, making his lips numb slightly, but he still couldn't help nodding vigorously, "Try it, madam! tasty!"

"Look at your greedy look."

Mrs. He couldn't help laughing, she picked up the piece of meat and put it in her mouth.

The meat of the pork belly is soft and delicious, and it doesn't feel like wood at all when you taste it. Instead, you can feel the gravy bursting out of it when you chew it, and the mouthful is full of that delicious taste.

Mrs. He opened her eyes slightly, and muttered to herself, "It's really delicious."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw that Mr. He changed from his usual elegant demeanor, as if someone who had been thirsty for a long time finally tasted the nectar, the chopsticks flew up, and his cheeks were bulging.

"Bastard! Leave me some meat!!"

Mrs. He was furious, "If you fork your chopsticks again, I will beat you!!"

Mr. He: "..."

After drinking and eating, Mr. He and Mrs. He sat close together, and the two burped at the same time.

"The workmanship of this store is really good."

Mr. He held Madam's hand, patted it, and showed a gentle smile, "Madam, I want to meet the shopkeeper of this store."

Mrs. He also laughed heartily, and winked mischievously at him, "Coincidentally, me too."

·

Song Ruan cleaned up the stove and wiped it again with a rag, so that the clothes were covered with a little dust.

He sighed, picked a rapeseed flower from the vegetable basket casually, then squatted on the ground and began to choose flowers sadly, and counted each time a flower fell on the ground, "Sincerely; lied to me; sincerely... Sincerely; lied—”

Song Ruan stared blankly at the only flower on the branch for a long time, but still couldn't utter the words 'lied to me'.

"Shopkeeper, a customer is looking for you!"

The figure of the buddy came faintly from the front, Song Ruan collected his mind, stood up and threw away the flower, patted his clothes, and said in response, "Here we come."

Song Ruan walked into the lobby and saw a well-dressed man and a woman standing in front of the counter. The two behaved intimately with smiles on their faces.

"Shopkeeper, this is Mr. He and Mrs. He. The two of them said they would come here to thank you."

The buddy took the initiative to introduce.

Song Ruan was a little surprised. He didn't know the couple, and he didn't know why Mr. He thanked them.

"Young Master Song is very skilled."

Mr. He and Mrs. He wolfed down the meal, and they were already enthralled by Song Ruan's cooking skills.

He boasted for a long time in different ways, then paused, briefly told the story of him and his wife, and sighed, "To be honest, if it weren't for this mandarin duck hot pot, I'm afraid I would never be able to understand Mrs. mind."

Mrs. He smiled and scolded, "Fool, you have always been like this."

But her hand held Mr. He's tightly.

Song Ruan's heart moved, and she couldn't help but said, "You two have such a good relationship."

After finishing speaking, I was also taken aback—the words were actually full of envy.

Mr. He didn't feel anything, but Mrs. He noticed it keenly. She turned her head slightly and smiled kindly at him.

Song Ruan seemed to be encouraged by this smile. He hesitated for a moment, then clenched his fists and put them in front of him, as if cheering him up, and asked in a low voice, "How do you know, know the other party's strength?" Is it true, or..."

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he couldn't speak anymore.

Those half-sentences just now have consumed the courage of the first half of his life.So in the second half of the sentence, he didn't dare to gamble with the courage of the rest of his life.

Mrs. He understood his thoughts in an instant, she took a step forward, lightly patted Song Ruan on the shoulder, her eyes looked lovingly at her own son.

Her tone was gentle, but she had some extraordinary power, "Young Master Song, it's hard for us to guess whether other people's intentions are true or not."

"However," Mrs. He raised her fingertips and tapped Song Ruan's heart, "The only thing you can be sure of is your own mind."

Song Ruan stared at her blankly, and subconsciously murmured, "My own heart..."

My own mind, so simple.

It's... Yang Yuan.