Queen's Exclusive Little Chef
Chapter 9
Qi Ziling has single eyelids, but his pupils are larger than ordinary people's. Even if they are half covered by eyelids, they still can't cover the transparent and frightening light.
Looking at her, Yun Yun felt that she was completely weak and unable to refute. After two seconds, she lowered her head and muttered: "Oh... um."
Qi Ziling just said it casually, and after finishing speaking, he turned his head and glanced at the live broadcast room where a little smell was coming out, and asked, "What's for lunch?"
Yun Yun suppressed her thumping heart, but she still hadn't come to her senses: "You... you, haven't you read the menu?"
Qi Ziling: "Ah, I forgot."
As she spoke, she also raised her eyebrows innocently, making a lethal and vivid expression.
Yun Yun's heartbeat became more intense, the people in front of her eyes were dazzling, and her every move carried unparalleled attractiveness and appeal, making the ordinary and ordinary her feel that the surrounding air was sucked away just by standing, and it was difficult to breathe.
"Then...then I'll cook first."
He didn't make any comments on the nonsensical thing that the actress forgot to read the menu, and naturally it was impossible to blame others, so he had to put oil on the soles of his feet and leave this thin-air living room.
She walked around the coffee table and sofa in the living room, and pushed the fruit plate on the table forward: "You... You, I'm sorry, I have to wait first."
"Ah."
Qi Ziling threw off her sandals noncommittally, and sat cross-legged on her brand new off-white sofa cover, not seeing the place.
Yun Yun watched her movements, paused for a moment before turning her head and went into the big kitchen.
For some reason, whenever she felt that the Queen of the Movies was out of reach like a legend, the Queen of the Movies would always make some small moves, which made her feel that the distance was drawn closer.
Then from the bottom of my heart, I quietly sighed: "Oh... so the actress is also a mortal".
Just like this, I returned to the live broadcast room full of emotions, and started to make things quickly.
The tenderloin was half-fried just now, and it was fried again. Yun Yun felt a little regretful. If there was a delay just now, the taste of the tenderloin here would be compromised. Fortunately, most people can't taste it.
But, who knows if the actress is an ordinary person?
Presumably, the film queen who loves food so much has tasted the food of countless top chefs. She must have glanced at it and can tell that the ribs here are not fried well.
Then what should I do if I get mad at her?
Thinking wildly, put the fried tenderloin into the sauce made of tomato sauce and other seasonings and stir-fry for a while, and the refreshing aroma wafts out of the pot.
The sweet and sour pork tenderloin was out of the pan, she turned around and took the whole roast chicken out of the oven, brushed it with honey, put it in and baked it for another 10 minutes.
Last night, the beef was marinated overnight with a special secret recipe. Now it is just right to stir-fry in the wok. With the addition of green peppers, it is actually a refreshing dish.
After the abalone is steamed in the pan, take it out, pour the stir-fried garlic vermicelli soup on it, and carefully sprinkle some chopped green onion.
After several dishes were finished, she put them on the tray one by one and brought them out.
While Yun Yun was cooking in the kitchen, Qi Ziling sat cross-legged on the sofa and looked around, looking around at this simple yet inexplicably warm house.
She likes this kind of house from the bottom of her heart, maybe because someone is running a good life in it, it looks very warm.
Some simple European-style furniture are mainly white, the house is clean and tidy, the green plants are thriving, and there is a bouquet of white roses on the corner of the table, which is very interesting.
She looked towards the side wall and saw several posters of her hanging on it.
There are TV series characters she starred in when she first debuted, overall posters of her award-winning movies, and some simple life photos.
Not many, not too big, a bunch of small photos, squeezed into a small space, without frames, just clamped on hemp rope with clips, and hung along the wall.
From time to time, there are some small flower pots modified from light bulbs hanging on the rope.
Qi Ziling wanted to see what posters were hanging on it, but he was too lazy to get off the sofa, so he simply gave up, grabbed a pillow, half-lyed on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.
It seemed that I had only closed my eyes for less than a minute, and an appetizing aroma of food rushed over my face.
She never opened her eyes wide, but she couldn't help but widen them at this moment, and slowly got up from the sofa.
A fair-skinned girl in a light green dress walked over with a tray in small steps.
The pace was a bit slow, and the girl was obviously walking cautiously, taking care of the tray in her hand.
There is still a little smile on the corner of the mouth, and the eyes are full of anticipation and happiness.
Qi Ziling was also very happy watching, especially when he saw the meat, meat, meat on the tray that he hadn't seen for three or four years, he was even happier.
Yun Yun put the tray on the white dining table covered with a beige tablecloth, and served dishes one by one.
She felt that these were home-cooked dishes, and the cooking was not particularly good, so she was ashamed to introduce the name of the dishes, and left after putting them away.
Qi Ziling, however, pulled on his sandals, walked over quickly, pulled out a chair and sat down, stared at the dishes on the table, and asked without raising his head, "What are these dishes?"
Yun Yun was setting the tableware, and she looked at her in surprise when she heard this: "It's just home-cooked food."
"I haven't eaten for several years, and I don't even know each other."
"Oh...sweet and sour pork tenderloin, green pepper beef tenderloin, roasted chicken with fragrant sauce, steamed abalone with garlic vermicelli, strawberry milkshake and matcha mousse."
After Yun Yun's introduction, she thought that the film queen probably eats abalone, ginseng, belly, bird's nest and bear's paw every day. She must not know these side dishes.
After setting the chopsticks, she wanted to go back to the kitchen to look at the soup, otherwise she would be too sad if she saw the picture of Ying Hou taking a bite and spitting it out in disgust.
To her surprise, as soon as the chopsticks were placed on the side of the plate, Qi Ziling took the chopsticks and went straight to the red tenderloin.
The color is bright red, the soup is thick, the plate is exquisite, and the sauce reflects the light. Every piece of tenderloin of moderate size and uniform thickness has its own delicious filter.
Picking it up and putting it in his mouth, the long-lost feeling immediately made Qi Ziling feel so comfortable: "Mmm..."
Yun Yun, who had already returned to the door of the live broadcast room, suddenly heard this unharmonious voice, stopped in her footsteps, and turned to look.
Qi Ziling slumped on the back of the chair, eyes closed, obviously enjoying the dish carefully.
At any time, the diners forget themselves when they eat, which is the best compliment to the chef.
It turns out that she also likes to eat these!What an easy-going actress!
Immediately filled with a sense of accomplishment, Yun Yun walked into the kitchen to fill up the rice, looked at the soup, and regretted that it would take a while to drink it, so she took out the peach blossom cake and mousse cake from the refrigerator, and poured a large glass of strawberry milkshake , bring them out together.
This is Chinese food, she figured, Qi Ziling probably didn't want to be as strict as a restaurant, so he didn't follow the usual order, just put everything on it and forget it.
The dining table was immediately filled to the brim.
Qi Ziling didn't have time to care about the food on the table, and quickly tasted all the dishes, and immediately fell into the trouble of which dish to eat more.
Every dish was delicious, a delicacy she hadn't tasted for a long, long time, and she wished she could pour it all into her stomach.
"You...do you think there is something that doesn't suit your appetite?" Yun Yun couldn't help asking aloud when she saw that she had been working hard.
Only then did Qi Ziling raise his head, his mouth was stuffed like a domineering and cool winter hamster.
She swallowed everything in her mouth with difficulty, breathed a sigh of relief, and pointed to Yun Yun, "Sit down."
Yun Yun was at a loss: "Huh?"
"Eat, it's noon, don't you want to eat?"
Qi Ziling looked at her inexplicably, and raced against the clock to stuff a roast chicken with chopsticks into his mouth.
"...Well, this is the meal you...you ordered, I can't eat it." Yun Yun explained tactfully.
She really thought so. In her eyes, this table of food is no different from a piece of clothing. They are all commodities, and they must be kept intact when they are handed over to the guests.
Even if the guests can't finish eating, she can't eat it.
But generally speaking, everyone can finish what she makes, and there is no such thing as leftovers.
This time, in order to entertain Qi Ziling, although there are many dishes, the capacity of each dish is one-third less than usual, and she made it to estimate Qi Ziling's appetite.
"Tsk."
Qi Ziling found it very troublesome, snorted coldly, pushed aside the chair and stood up.
"Come."
She walked around the dining table, stretched out a hand, grabbed Yun Yun's arm, and hummed a word to her.
Pull the chair away with the other hand, push Yun Yun in, press her shoulders, and press the girl with narrow frame into the chair.
Yun Yun sat in a chair for a while, and went to watch again. Qi Ziling didn't see the outside world again. She pulled her sandals and walked out with a rattling sound, and walked into her live broadcast room.
"It's so delicious, what are you cooking?" Qi Ziling's question came from a distance in the room, but she obviously didn't expect an answer.
After a while, she came out with a bowl of rice in her hand and a pair of chopsticks.
The sound of procrastinating footsteps was like a stream flowing in Yun Yun's heart.
Sure enough, Qi Ziling put the new pair of chopsticks by her hand, turned around and returned to her seat, picked up the chopsticks again and began to eat.
"eat fast."
Qi Ziling casually picked up a piece of tenderloin with his chopsticks and sent it to Yunyun Bowl.
Unaware of the situation, Yun Yun lowered her head and took a look.
The movie queen personally brought the crystal clear rice in front of her.
The movie queen personally took out the chopsticks for herself.
The movie queen personally gave herself a tenderloin with a beautiful red color and a strong color.
This, this, this...should it be put on the table and confessed?
Of course she didn't dare to do that.
The place on the arm that Qi Ziling grabbed just now is still faintly hot.
Yun Yun finally picked up the chopsticks, dug out a little bit of rice, and put it into her mouth along with the tenderloin.
The smooth and soft rice can taste sweet and grainy, paired with sweet and sour sauce, and the tenderloin is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. I felt a little different.
"Thank you, Qi..." She paused awkwardly.
"Call me Ziling." Qi Ziling stuffed abalone into his mouth and spoke in a vague manner.
Such behavior usually makes others feel disrespected, but Yun Yun doesn't feel this way at all at this moment.
No matter how good an actress can win international awards, she is also an ordinary person.
I also don't want to eat alone when others are with me.
They also serve food with a table, hold chopsticks, and even pick up vegetables, so as to take care of others.
Yun Yun looked at Qi Ziling who was boldly grilling rice, insisting on her face that hadn't blushed all morning, and finally she quietly followed her ear, and it started to turn red.
"Thank you, Ziling."
The redness of a star can start a prairie fire. Later, when Qi Ziling looked up by chance, he saw Yun Yun, who was sitting in front of her face, was flushed, and the color was as strange as the combination of sweet and sour pork tenderloin and roast chicken.
"Do you have a fever?" Qi Ziling asked strangely, picked up another roast chicken with chopsticks, and sent it to the other party's bowl.
Yun Yun looked down at the roast chicken.
His face turned redder.
Can't stop at all.
Qi Ziling felt that he even saw the green smoke slowly rising from the opponent's head.
what happened?Is cooking really that tiring?Tired to have a fever?
It seems that the reward should be paid more appropriately.
Looking at her, Yun Yun felt that she was completely weak and unable to refute. After two seconds, she lowered her head and muttered: "Oh... um."
Qi Ziling just said it casually, and after finishing speaking, he turned his head and glanced at the live broadcast room where a little smell was coming out, and asked, "What's for lunch?"
Yun Yun suppressed her thumping heart, but she still hadn't come to her senses: "You... you, haven't you read the menu?"
Qi Ziling: "Ah, I forgot."
As she spoke, she also raised her eyebrows innocently, making a lethal and vivid expression.
Yun Yun's heartbeat became more intense, the people in front of her eyes were dazzling, and her every move carried unparalleled attractiveness and appeal, making the ordinary and ordinary her feel that the surrounding air was sucked away just by standing, and it was difficult to breathe.
"Then...then I'll cook first."
He didn't make any comments on the nonsensical thing that the actress forgot to read the menu, and naturally it was impossible to blame others, so he had to put oil on the soles of his feet and leave this thin-air living room.
She walked around the coffee table and sofa in the living room, and pushed the fruit plate on the table forward: "You... You, I'm sorry, I have to wait first."
"Ah."
Qi Ziling threw off her sandals noncommittally, and sat cross-legged on her brand new off-white sofa cover, not seeing the place.
Yun Yun watched her movements, paused for a moment before turning her head and went into the big kitchen.
For some reason, whenever she felt that the Queen of the Movies was out of reach like a legend, the Queen of the Movies would always make some small moves, which made her feel that the distance was drawn closer.
Then from the bottom of my heart, I quietly sighed: "Oh... so the actress is also a mortal".
Just like this, I returned to the live broadcast room full of emotions, and started to make things quickly.
The tenderloin was half-fried just now, and it was fried again. Yun Yun felt a little regretful. If there was a delay just now, the taste of the tenderloin here would be compromised. Fortunately, most people can't taste it.
But, who knows if the actress is an ordinary person?
Presumably, the film queen who loves food so much has tasted the food of countless top chefs. She must have glanced at it and can tell that the ribs here are not fried well.
Then what should I do if I get mad at her?
Thinking wildly, put the fried tenderloin into the sauce made of tomato sauce and other seasonings and stir-fry for a while, and the refreshing aroma wafts out of the pot.
The sweet and sour pork tenderloin was out of the pan, she turned around and took the whole roast chicken out of the oven, brushed it with honey, put it in and baked it for another 10 minutes.
Last night, the beef was marinated overnight with a special secret recipe. Now it is just right to stir-fry in the wok. With the addition of green peppers, it is actually a refreshing dish.
After the abalone is steamed in the pan, take it out, pour the stir-fried garlic vermicelli soup on it, and carefully sprinkle some chopped green onion.
After several dishes were finished, she put them on the tray one by one and brought them out.
While Yun Yun was cooking in the kitchen, Qi Ziling sat cross-legged on the sofa and looked around, looking around at this simple yet inexplicably warm house.
She likes this kind of house from the bottom of her heart, maybe because someone is running a good life in it, it looks very warm.
Some simple European-style furniture are mainly white, the house is clean and tidy, the green plants are thriving, and there is a bouquet of white roses on the corner of the table, which is very interesting.
She looked towards the side wall and saw several posters of her hanging on it.
There are TV series characters she starred in when she first debuted, overall posters of her award-winning movies, and some simple life photos.
Not many, not too big, a bunch of small photos, squeezed into a small space, without frames, just clamped on hemp rope with clips, and hung along the wall.
From time to time, there are some small flower pots modified from light bulbs hanging on the rope.
Qi Ziling wanted to see what posters were hanging on it, but he was too lazy to get off the sofa, so he simply gave up, grabbed a pillow, half-lyed on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.
It seemed that I had only closed my eyes for less than a minute, and an appetizing aroma of food rushed over my face.
She never opened her eyes wide, but she couldn't help but widen them at this moment, and slowly got up from the sofa.
A fair-skinned girl in a light green dress walked over with a tray in small steps.
The pace was a bit slow, and the girl was obviously walking cautiously, taking care of the tray in her hand.
There is still a little smile on the corner of the mouth, and the eyes are full of anticipation and happiness.
Qi Ziling was also very happy watching, especially when he saw the meat, meat, meat on the tray that he hadn't seen for three or four years, he was even happier.
Yun Yun put the tray on the white dining table covered with a beige tablecloth, and served dishes one by one.
She felt that these were home-cooked dishes, and the cooking was not particularly good, so she was ashamed to introduce the name of the dishes, and left after putting them away.
Qi Ziling, however, pulled on his sandals, walked over quickly, pulled out a chair and sat down, stared at the dishes on the table, and asked without raising his head, "What are these dishes?"
Yun Yun was setting the tableware, and she looked at her in surprise when she heard this: "It's just home-cooked food."
"I haven't eaten for several years, and I don't even know each other."
"Oh...sweet and sour pork tenderloin, green pepper beef tenderloin, roasted chicken with fragrant sauce, steamed abalone with garlic vermicelli, strawberry milkshake and matcha mousse."
After Yun Yun's introduction, she thought that the film queen probably eats abalone, ginseng, belly, bird's nest and bear's paw every day. She must not know these side dishes.
After setting the chopsticks, she wanted to go back to the kitchen to look at the soup, otherwise she would be too sad if she saw the picture of Ying Hou taking a bite and spitting it out in disgust.
To her surprise, as soon as the chopsticks were placed on the side of the plate, Qi Ziling took the chopsticks and went straight to the red tenderloin.
The color is bright red, the soup is thick, the plate is exquisite, and the sauce reflects the light. Every piece of tenderloin of moderate size and uniform thickness has its own delicious filter.
Picking it up and putting it in his mouth, the long-lost feeling immediately made Qi Ziling feel so comfortable: "Mmm..."
Yun Yun, who had already returned to the door of the live broadcast room, suddenly heard this unharmonious voice, stopped in her footsteps, and turned to look.
Qi Ziling slumped on the back of the chair, eyes closed, obviously enjoying the dish carefully.
At any time, the diners forget themselves when they eat, which is the best compliment to the chef.
It turns out that she also likes to eat these!What an easy-going actress!
Immediately filled with a sense of accomplishment, Yun Yun walked into the kitchen to fill up the rice, looked at the soup, and regretted that it would take a while to drink it, so she took out the peach blossom cake and mousse cake from the refrigerator, and poured a large glass of strawberry milkshake , bring them out together.
This is Chinese food, she figured, Qi Ziling probably didn't want to be as strict as a restaurant, so he didn't follow the usual order, just put everything on it and forget it.
The dining table was immediately filled to the brim.
Qi Ziling didn't have time to care about the food on the table, and quickly tasted all the dishes, and immediately fell into the trouble of which dish to eat more.
Every dish was delicious, a delicacy she hadn't tasted for a long, long time, and she wished she could pour it all into her stomach.
"You...do you think there is something that doesn't suit your appetite?" Yun Yun couldn't help asking aloud when she saw that she had been working hard.
Only then did Qi Ziling raise his head, his mouth was stuffed like a domineering and cool winter hamster.
She swallowed everything in her mouth with difficulty, breathed a sigh of relief, and pointed to Yun Yun, "Sit down."
Yun Yun was at a loss: "Huh?"
"Eat, it's noon, don't you want to eat?"
Qi Ziling looked at her inexplicably, and raced against the clock to stuff a roast chicken with chopsticks into his mouth.
"...Well, this is the meal you...you ordered, I can't eat it." Yun Yun explained tactfully.
She really thought so. In her eyes, this table of food is no different from a piece of clothing. They are all commodities, and they must be kept intact when they are handed over to the guests.
Even if the guests can't finish eating, she can't eat it.
But generally speaking, everyone can finish what she makes, and there is no such thing as leftovers.
This time, in order to entertain Qi Ziling, although there are many dishes, the capacity of each dish is one-third less than usual, and she made it to estimate Qi Ziling's appetite.
"Tsk."
Qi Ziling found it very troublesome, snorted coldly, pushed aside the chair and stood up.
"Come."
She walked around the dining table, stretched out a hand, grabbed Yun Yun's arm, and hummed a word to her.
Pull the chair away with the other hand, push Yun Yun in, press her shoulders, and press the girl with narrow frame into the chair.
Yun Yun sat in a chair for a while, and went to watch again. Qi Ziling didn't see the outside world again. She pulled her sandals and walked out with a rattling sound, and walked into her live broadcast room.
"It's so delicious, what are you cooking?" Qi Ziling's question came from a distance in the room, but she obviously didn't expect an answer.
After a while, she came out with a bowl of rice in her hand and a pair of chopsticks.
The sound of procrastinating footsteps was like a stream flowing in Yun Yun's heart.
Sure enough, Qi Ziling put the new pair of chopsticks by her hand, turned around and returned to her seat, picked up the chopsticks again and began to eat.
"eat fast."
Qi Ziling casually picked up a piece of tenderloin with his chopsticks and sent it to Yunyun Bowl.
Unaware of the situation, Yun Yun lowered her head and took a look.
The movie queen personally brought the crystal clear rice in front of her.
The movie queen personally took out the chopsticks for herself.
The movie queen personally gave herself a tenderloin with a beautiful red color and a strong color.
This, this, this...should it be put on the table and confessed?
Of course she didn't dare to do that.
The place on the arm that Qi Ziling grabbed just now is still faintly hot.
Yun Yun finally picked up the chopsticks, dug out a little bit of rice, and put it into her mouth along with the tenderloin.
The smooth and soft rice can taste sweet and grainy, paired with sweet and sour sauce, and the tenderloin is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. I felt a little different.
"Thank you, Qi..." She paused awkwardly.
"Call me Ziling." Qi Ziling stuffed abalone into his mouth and spoke in a vague manner.
Such behavior usually makes others feel disrespected, but Yun Yun doesn't feel this way at all at this moment.
No matter how good an actress can win international awards, she is also an ordinary person.
I also don't want to eat alone when others are with me.
They also serve food with a table, hold chopsticks, and even pick up vegetables, so as to take care of others.
Yun Yun looked at Qi Ziling who was boldly grilling rice, insisting on her face that hadn't blushed all morning, and finally she quietly followed her ear, and it started to turn red.
"Thank you, Ziling."
The redness of a star can start a prairie fire. Later, when Qi Ziling looked up by chance, he saw Yun Yun, who was sitting in front of her face, was flushed, and the color was as strange as the combination of sweet and sour pork tenderloin and roast chicken.
"Do you have a fever?" Qi Ziling asked strangely, picked up another roast chicken with chopsticks, and sent it to the other party's bowl.
Yun Yun looked down at the roast chicken.
His face turned redder.
Can't stop at all.
Qi Ziling felt that he even saw the green smoke slowly rising from the opponent's head.
what happened?Is cooking really that tiring?Tired to have a fever?
It seems that the reward should be paid more appropriately.
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