The dishes I cook are invincible and delicious [System]

It was purely accidental that Song Ruan went to Shangshu's house to cook with the box.

It turned out that the wife of Shangshu Hubu is from Sichuan. She has been in Beijing for many years. Although she has become accustomed to the Jiangnan flavor of the capital, she will taste Sichuan dishes from time to time to relieve her lovesickness.Shiweixian, as a time-honored Sichuan cuisine brand in Beijing, naturally became Mrs. Shangshu's first choice. When Shiweixian closed down, the wife was secretly sad for several days.

Coincidentally, a few days ago, Mrs. Shang Shu heard that there was a restaurant that was launching a mandarin duck play hot pot.She felt itchy, but she remembered the last time her husband went to someone's restaurant, which caused an uproar in the entire capital.If she went to the restaurant in public at this time, I'm afraid it would only increase the trouble...

After thinking about it, she decided to ask her personal maid to find the shopkeeper of the restaurant, and pay a lot of money to invite the chef to come to cook.

Song Ruan has opened a restaurant for half a year, and he has also encountered many ladies and wives who want to eat some of his craftsmanship, but are too embarrassed to go out, so they invite him to come.So he prepared well this time, took his small backpack pendant, and some fresh side dishes, and passed.

It was a coincidence that he had just been led into the door by the servant girl, and after walking not far, he happened to bump into the Hubu Shangshu who had come back from the next dynasty. It was still left behind by Shangshu.

"Boss, you..."

Zhang Shusheng was in a complicated mood. He felt that Mr. Song was really smooth sailing, like a god, and when he fell asleep, someone would give him a pillow.This time Mr. Song didn't do anything, Mrs. Shang Shu came to the door automatically and consciously, causing another bloody storm.

Song Ruan supported her forehead silently, and she also had a headache, "When that girl told me, she only said that it was a wealthy businessman's family, and her master knew about it, so I went there with confidence. I didn't expect..."

Zhang Shusheng patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "It's okay, you see, hot pot has become a trend in the capital again, and the amount of money we've earned in the past few days can't be counted."

He paused, seeing that Song Ruan was still not very happy, and asked tentatively, "Is Master Shang Shu a little unhappy? After all, his reputation has been borrowed by our restaurant several times..."

"That's not it."

Song Ruan glanced at him in surprise, "I only brought food for one person, and they complained that they didn't have enough food, so they asked me to go again next time."

"..."

Scholar Zhang, who had a mother's heart in vain, took a deep breath, and decided that he should not have the same knowledge as the shopkeeper. He changed the subject, and then said, "Then how are you and the person you like?"

"not so good."

As soon as this was mentioned, Song Ruan's eyes subconsciously bent, and he quickly touched the corners of his eyes, pretending to cover up calmly, "The store is so busy these days, how can I relax."

He paused, pinched his sleeves again, and muttered, "I didn't say a few words."

"Where is this going? This relationship needs to be maintained. If you leave him alone for too long, maybe he likes you at first, but when you do this, he thinks you despise him, so he gives up."

Song Ruan was taken aback when he heard the words, raised his head and asked nonchalantly, "Is that so?"

"Of course, it would be so tiring if people keep trying to guess your thoughts. Feelings are mutual. If you give me a heart, I will give you back another heart. Only when there is reciprocity will there be reciprocity. "

Zhang Shusheng felt that the emperor was not in a hurry and the eunuchs were not in a hurry. He had never been in a relationship before, but he spoke clearly and logically, which really bluffed Song Ruan.

"He said before that he liked me."

Song Ruan scratched her nose in some annoyance, and her words became incoherent, "But... I don't know if he is sincere or fake. Hey, I have never been able to distinguish these things. And, and I always feel that he Still young..."

His voice became lower and lower, and in the end, it was almost silent.

I always feel that although Yang Yuan is very old, she is like a child who has just started to understand the world.His liking may be the same as a child's liking. The toys he owns will soon lose interest, and only those he can't get are moving.

"What? Shopkeeper, I didn't catch what you said just now."

Song Ruan recovered and forced a smile, "It's nothing, forget it."

With that said, he stood up, lowered his head and packed up the things at hand, and was about to go to the small kitchen.

Looking at his thin but tall back, Zhang Shusheng couldn't help sighing.

Mr. Song and Mr. Yang, I really want to help you, but love is something that you can only rely on yourself.

Fate, fate, lack of one is not perfect.

You already have the predestined relationship, but you still have to fight for it.

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Because the business in the store is very busy these days, everyone has been tired for several days, so Song Ruan specially cooks in person at night, cooking a table full of his own special dishes to reward everyone.

Of course, there is also a small thought of wanting to have a few whispers with Yang Yuan.

Thinking of this, Song Ruan, who was carrying the dish and preparing to serve, blushed slightly.

"Why is the shopkeeper's face so red?" Huang Laosan took the plate from him, put it on the table, and asked with concern.

Yang Yuan was peeling melon seeds, and they piled up on small plates to form a hilltop.Hearing this, he didn't peel the melon seeds anymore, turned his head to look at Song Ruan's face, then stretched out his hand to touch his neck, "What's wrong? You blushed like this? Your neck is also hot, is it sick?"

"It should have been baked in the kitchen just now."

Song Ruan mumbled for a long time, and then explained something vaguely, pushing Yang Yuan's hand away with some reluctance in his heart.

"Be careful yourself."

Sure enough, Yang Yuan didn't notice his little anomaly. He pulled away the chair beside him, pulled Song Ruan to sit down, and muttered, "It's such a hot day, and the kitchen is hot, so you often come out Breathe, what if it gets stuffy?"

"How can it be so easy to get sick?"

Song Ruan was a little sweet in his heart, but it didn't show on his face at all. He took a pair of chopsticks, picked up a piece of crystal shrimp dumpling and put it in Yang Yuan's bowl, "Try it, I made it new."

Yang Yuan looked at the dishes on the table, half of them were spicy red soup, and the other half were light and simple. He smiled lightly and joked, "It's rare that you cook so many flavors that I like."

He himself only took it as a joke, but he didn't realize that Song Ruan's porcelain-like snow-white neck was dyed red again.

Crystal Shrimp Dumplings are in the shape of a half moon, and the dumpling skin is as white as snow and as thin as paper.The whole dumpling looks exquisite, small and unique, and there is a little pink stuffing faintly revealed, as if it has been crossed by a layer of pale pink moonlight.

Yang Yuan took a bite with his chopsticks, and it was filled with fresh shrimps, minced pork, and refreshing bamboo shoots.The meat filling is smooth and tender, and the bamboo shoots taste crisp and sweet.The whole dim sum tastes both meat and vegetables, not too heavy, with the right amount of salt and sweetness. It makes people want to swallow the whole plate of crystal shrimp dumplings.

"good to eat."

Yang Yuan really liked it so much, he devoured the remaining shrimp dumpling and said vaguely, "I still want to eat it."

Seeing his greedy look, Song Ruan couldn't help laughing, a little bit of starlight unconsciously lit up in his dark eyes.

He hurriedly handed over the cup he had poured the tea into, "Drink some water, don't choke. You too, what's the rush."

As he spoke, he leaned into Yang Yuan's ear while everyone was not paying attention, and whispered softly, "I know you don't have enough to eat, so I left a drawer in the kitchen for you, and I even made your favorite lotus rolls."

His tone was also mixed with a trace of complacency, probably because he felt that he had guessed Yang Yuan's intentions, so his tone rose slightly.

Yang Yuan tilted her head to see the shallow but bright smile on his face, and forgot to chew for a while.

Ruan Ruan's skin is very good, and 20 years old is when a person is young, and there are hardly any wrinkles or blemishes on his face.His complexion is very white, as white as the white porcelain plate that Yang Yuan often used to put grapes in. With a little color, he will feel bright and beautiful.

He is already beautiful just sitting there motionless, if that is the case, Yang Yuan might just move a bench and sit beside him, staring at him like looking at a beautiful piece of porcelain, a pair of A delicate and elegant painting.

Such Yang Yuan has a pure heart and no desire.

But the person in the painting wanted to jump off the paper and come closer to him, taking care of himself tenderly in his unique way, showing a smile that would make people blush and heartbeat from time to time.

Song Ruan didn't know at all, every time he showed a small expression to Yang Yuan, the other party's heart was deeply buried with dirty and burning desires.

"...Turn your head away."

"what?"

"Turn your head away, don't look at me."

Yang Yuan took a deep breath, and then he repeated in a voice so low that only the two of them could hear, "If you look at me like this again, I will eat people."

eat human?how to eat?

Song Ruan was stunned for a moment, his face slowly turned red, he really turned around, not daring to look at Yang Yuan again.

Two men are together, and one is still talking about 'eating people', how else can they eat?

"..."

Song Ruan raised one hand and covered his hot cheek, Yang Yuan was sitting beside him, only two fists away, he didn't dare to think anymore.

He was afraid that if he continued to think like this, he would melt.