The dishes I cook are invincible and delicious [System]

The rain has stopped.

Song Ruan put away the umbrella and looked at the other party calmly.

The boy was about fifteen or sixteen years old. He was dressed in black and his hair was tied up in a simple way. Although his facial features were exquisite, there was always a sense of youthfulness.

"Young Master Song?"

The boy's unique voice slowly sounded in the dark night, revealing a gentle smile, "Your surname is Yang, and you have a single name, Yuan. Please forgive me for disturbing you when you come late at night."

"Yang..."

Song Ruan looked at his too young face and was stuck for a long time, but he still didn't have the nerve to say the words Mr. Yang as calmly as the other party. He coughed lightly, "Excuse me, what is it for?"

"If I tell you the whole thing, I'm afraid I won't be able to finish it in three days." The young man smiled, "So let me make a long story short. A month ago, a person helped me a lot. In order to repay, I promised to help him with one thing. And this thing is that I will come to help the young master of the Song family for a period of ten years."

"I think," the young man teased, "the youngest son of the Song family, there should be no one else but you, right?"

"help me?"

Song Ruan pondered for a moment, then suddenly remembered that the first task he completed after coming here, one of the rewards presented by the system was a mysterious helper, but the rewards never came, and then there was the fake tea. Woke up and completely forgot about it.

So... is this person the mysterious helper sent by the system?

Song Ruan didn't fully believe his words, he thought for a moment and asked, "Do you have anything to prove?"

"I asked him to pass."

Yang Yuan shrugged, feeling a little helpless, "He said he didn't need it, and you can find your own way when we meet."

This method... should be the system. Speaking of it, his ears seemed to be a little hot since he saw this boy, but it was too cold tonight, so he didn't realize it until now.

Song Ruan wanted to touch his earlobe subconsciously, but Yang Yuan was standing directly opposite him, he hesitated for a moment, wanted to raise his hand several times but put it down again.

But even though he didn't say a word, Yang Yuan was keenly aware of his hidden emotions.Maybe it's because I'm standing here, so I'm embarrassed, right?

Really shy.

Yang Yuan seemed to turn around unintentionally, as if he was admiring the lines on the wall, but there was a slight smile in the corner of his eyes.

"..."

Song Ruan was a little surprised at Yang Yuan's thoughtfulness, he couldn't help but want to say thank you, but in the end he was too thin-skinned to say it out.

A gust of night wind blew gently, and his earlobes became hotter and hotter.Song Ruan quickly brought up the panel, and saw that a column of data had been updated on the right half, and the top row had two big words: contract.

Name: Yang Yuan

Category: Unknown

Contract time limit: ten years

It's almost the same as what the young boy said just now, but...

"Is ten years too long?"

Song Ruan turned off the panel, thinking how many ten years life can have, not to mention that Yang Yuan looks several years younger than himself, there is really no need to waste the best time because of this, let alone He is now smooth sailing, there is nothing that needs the young man's help, even if there is, what can the young man help?Might as well...

After much deliberation, he felt that it was not appropriate, so he persuaded softly, "I don't have any difficulties now, otherwise you can treat this contract as invalid and do what you want to do."

"Ten years is too long?"

It was probably the first time Yang Yuan heard this statement. He couldn't help laughing, his eyes were bright and bright, as if someone held a beam of moonlight into his eyes, "Young Master Song, you are very interesting. But don't worry, Ten years is like a snap of the fingers to me."

"However, if you don't want me to follow you all the time, there is a way to get the best of both worlds."

The young man stretched out a hand, and the sleeve slowly slid down, revealing a string of beads on his wrist, with more than a dozen red beads on it, reflected by the soft moonlight, looking extraordinarily beautiful.

He untied the beads, put them in his hands and passed them over, "If you don't mind, just wear this bracelet. If you encounter danger or difficulties in the future..."

"Hope you don't use it."

Song Ruan lowered her eyes, hesitated for a moment, then took it, and put it on her left hand. The bead string must have been worn by Yang Yuan for a long time, so each bead carried a hint of warmth, and it would not freeze him at all. wrist.

He stroked those smooth and round beads, and the corners of his lips drew a beautiful arc, "Thank you."

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The watchman yawned, knocked his clapper vigorously a few times, and then walked towards the next street, but the sound of the clapper that told the time flew into the ears of Song Ruan and the young man with the wind.

"It's changed."

Yang Yuan seemed to be attracted by the bang sound. He turned around and listened carefully to the long time chime. He didn't come back to himself until the sound became blurred and could no longer be heard clearly. Some regrets, but he also said seriously, "At this time, you should be going to bed, right? There are too many disturbances today, so I will leave first. Next time, we will meet again by fate."

go to bed?

Song Ruan was slightly taken aback, but before he had time to say another word, he saw Yang Yuan showing a polite and gentle smile, and then leaped lightly, flying to the roof. , this mysterious boy disappeared from Song Ruan's sight.

"sleep……"

Song Ruan recalled the bang just now, and couldn't help laughing softly, "He doesn't think he's only going to sleep now, does he? It's already Xu time."

It seems that the next time I see Yang Yuan, I have to teach him this common sense question.

However, maybe it would be better if there was no next time?

Song Ruan touched the light red bead string on her wrist, feeling a little pity.

Although it seems that there is a great helper, in fact, Song Ruan has no chance to summon Yang Yuan.

His life went on as usual, nothing changed.

After Yang Yuan left, Song Ruan finally found time to complete the task of 50 popularity points, and successfully got the salt shaker that he had been thinking about day and night.

This salt jar is like countless ordinary earthen pottery jars, with a small mouth and a large body, and it is light and delicate to hold in the hand, as if there is nothing in it.Song Ruan also looked in from the mouth of the jar curiously, and it was indeed empty inside.

But what was amazing was that when Song Ruan held the jar and poured it down, a continuous stream of white salt actually fell from it and fell into the bowl below.

Then put the jar upright and look at it. It is clean and there is no trace of salt.

Apart from the magic of the jar itself, the white salt poured out of the jar is also crystal clear, with smooth particles and no trace of impurities. From the appearance alone, this white salt is even finer than modern table salt.

Facts have proved that after adding white salt to Song Ruan's braised pork, it does produce a more attractive aroma and richer taste. Even ordinary dishes without recipe blessings, after adding this salt, Although it is still not as good as the former, there has also been a qualitative leap in taste.

This also means that from then on, Song Ruan's recipes are no longer limited to the original ones. When he is free, he can use white salt to enhance the taste and try new ones in different ways.

It's just that there is such a salt shaker, and it is easy to cause a lot of trouble.Song Ruan thought for a long time, but decided to pour out several days' worth of salt in advance, and then lock the salt jar in the cabinet.

He was just about to find a place to store the filled salt, when suddenly the girl Luluo knocked on the door outside.

"My lord, some guests are looking for you, and they are waiting in the lobby right now."

In the past few days, it was no surprise that someone came to look for him. Since he and Lao Zhao finished their tea fight that day, the matter has been widely publicized.

If this imperial city is small, it is the land under the feet of the emperor, but if it is large, it is only a small place. What happens in this land can be spread all over the city in a day, let alone a novice fighting an old hand. Such a dramatic topic?

Some people say that this Mr. Song’s craftsmanship is not bad, but it’s the tea leaves that really make this bowl of tea stand out; some people refute that Mr. Song uses inferior tea leaves, but even so, he can still order a bowl of good tea, which shows his superb skills...

Under the divergent opinions, some people came to ask for tea art, but they were all declined by Song Ruan.

Song Ruan asked, "Why did you come here? If you're discussing tea, just say that I'm not feeling well, and you're welcome to see no visitors."

"Young master, if it were those people before, I wouldn't bother you."

Luluo said helplessly and cautiously, "Those people are your former friends, and they are here to visit you."

"My ex-friend? Visiting?"

Song Ruan opened the door and motioned for her to come in and talk, "Why didn't I see anyone when I was seriously ill? I only come here now when I'm well."

"You also came here during the few days when you were recovering from illness. Just after you posted a greeting card, you were kicked out by the eldest son."

In the past few days, the relationship between the two young masters has visibly eased a lot, Luluo said boldly.

"Did you get kicked out?" Song Ruan was really surprised, "Brother?"

As the saying goes, the visitor is a guest, and he is also a friend of 'his', how could the eldest brother drive someone out?

It’s weird.

Song Ruan lowered his eyes, he thought for a moment, then said softly, "If that's the case, then I'll go out for a meeting."