Chef God who doesn't want to be an actor is not a good idol

Wen Qi stood at the door and chatted for a few more words, but it seemed that he closed the door when he spoke later, even if Vincent turned his voice to the highest, he couldn't hear what was said on the other side.

Just when Vincent scratched his heart and lungs with curiosity, he didn't notice that Wen Qi had returned to the computer at some point.

"what--"

A dull sound sounded like thunder in Vincent's ears, and he was blown up from his chair almost instantly by the sound, jumping back and forth in the room, and couldn't help uttering a series of foreign language, "sh**f **k..."

Wen Qi hugged his chest, leisurely watching Vincent in the video call jumping around on and off the screen like a monkey.

When Vincent finally calmed down, he coughed twice, and was about to sit back as if nothing had happened, but almost exploded again when he saw Wen Qi's mocking expression.

Vincent, who was so angry that he couldn't care less about the image of a psychiatrist that was broken all over the place, faced this "disobedient" patient, Vincent took a few deep breaths to suppress his inner anger. "Hey, smell, are you really going to eat... supper?"

Wen Qi glanced at Vincent, but did not answer.

He has long been used to Wen Qi's lack of cooperation, and Vincent can roughly guess Wen Qi's answer from Wen Qi's movements and facial expressions.

This expression is obviously the default.

Vincent's mind suddenly flashed the bowl of noodles that Wen Qi posted on Xingguang.com one day before.

"The one who knocked on the door just now...is your manager? Assistant? Teammate?" Vincent observed Wen Qi's micro-expression, and quickly locked on to the answer "teammate".

Immediately afterwards, he asked: "So he also made the bowl of noodles you ate last time?"

"Did you finish that bowl of noodles last time without vomiting?"

Vincent asked one question after another, observed Wen Qi's micro-expression and quickly collected fragmented information.

"Teammate", "yes", "finished", "no"...

Even if Wen Qi didn't answer a word, it was enough for Vincent to come up with his own inference by piecing together the information.

When Wen Qi posted the photo of the bowl of noodles on Xingguang.com, he was already in the treatment period.

When he saw that photo, Vincent once thought it would be a sign that Wen Qi's symptoms were getting better, but it turned out that it was only those few days. After that, Wen Qi returned to work with the attitude of "Desperate Saburo", and his condition returned to the naked eye. It can be seen that it is worse.

Vincent controlled the hand he was about to put on his chin, and after giving some instructions to Wen Qi, he ended the video call.

After the video call was cut off, Vincent leaned back, stroked his chin, and sorted out all the information collected in the call just now in his brain.

Regardless of how the conclusions deduced from this information do not conform to his previous cognition, no one can be sure that what he knows is all.

However, more evidence is needed to support his speculation.

Thinking of this, Vincent has already dialed Wen Qi's agent's cell phone, "Hey, I have some other thoughts about Wen Qi's treatment..."

***

After looking for Wen Qi, Du Ruo went to ask Ning Anyi and Chu Fang again, and finally Chu Fang followed Du Ruo to the kitchen, euphemistically called "Handling".

When he really got to the kitchen, Chu faced the assortment of food in the refrigerator and fell into thinking.

"Do you have anything to eat?"

Du Ruo, who got three consecutive "Yes" answers, couldn't help asking again.

"Anything for an appetizer?"

Hearing Chu Fang's words, Du Ruo glanced at the refrigerator, and immediately made a list of the recipes in her mind.

Looking at the current time, Du Ruo asked Chu Fang while taking the ingredients out of the refrigerator, "Can you cook? Cook for four people."

While speaking, Du Ruo had already put all the ingredients needed on the cooking table.

During Chu Fang's busy cooking time, it was enough for Du Ruo to finish the first dish.

After Du Ruo washed the tomatoes, he cut a cross knife on the top and quickly put them into the hot water. After a while, he easily tore off the skin of the tomatoes and cut them into small pieces. Put them on a plate for later use.The egg was beaten with cooking wine, and the yellow color fell into the white porcelain bowl; the root of the enoki mushroom was removed, leaving a piece of white in the bowl.

The smooth and soft lactone tofu may leave marks on it with a little force with your fingers. Du Ruo holds the tofu in the palm of your hand, washes it with clean water, and carefully places it on the chopping board.After picking up the knife, following a steady rhythm, a row of knives was laid horizontally. The square lactone tofu was left flat on the chopping board as if it had not been cut by Du Ruo's hands, and another row of knives came vertically. Tofu still remained firmly under Du Ruo's hands.

The first thing to put in the pot is the tomato. Stir-fry until it becomes thick and sandy, then add water to boil, and cook a light red soup.At this time, add Flammulina velutipes and tofu together. As soon as the square lactone tofu enters the water, it will scatter into hair-thin strips like flowers, floating lightly on the soup surface, and in an instant, it will be dyed with light the red.Drizzle with egg wash, add mature vinegar and proper amount of pepper, thicken the sauce properly and take it out of the pan.

The hot and sour soup is steaming and poured into the white porcelain bowl prepared next to it. In the light red of the tomato soup, the whiteness is faintly visible. The aroma of the tomato and the seasoning are entangled, which makes people unable to resist their appetite.

Wen Qi, who had just opened the kitchen door, was stimulated by the aroma, and his appetite, which had been lost for a while, was suddenly hooked.

Ning Anyi and Wen Qi walked into the kitchen one after another. After wandering around and finding that there was nothing he could do to help, he consciously put the hot and sour soup on the table.

When Du Ruo started to prepare the main food, Wen Qi scooped up a spoonful of hot and sour soup, hesitated for a while and put it into his mouth.

The taste of tomato immediately occupied every corner of the mouth domineeringly, and the acidity of vinegar and pepper were caught in it, which further stimulated the taste buds.The smooth shredded tofu and enoki mushrooms moderate the irritation just right, so that the taste will not look too rustic.The egg liquid, which is almost melted in it and will be ignored if you don't pay attention, adds a bit of layering to this soup.

Fresh, sour and fragrant.

It's just a spoonful of soup, but it gives endless comfort to the hungry stomach in the middle of the night.

Until the bowl of soup was completely eaten, Wen Qi didn't feel the fullness of his stomach, but instead had the urge to continue eating after a long absence.

A faint white air was quietly transpiring in the kitchen, adding a bit of hotness to the summer night, but no one asked to leave the kitchen.

Food, company.

Drinking a bowl of hot soup in the simmering heat is already a luxury that many people can't dream of in a busy life.

"Speaking of which, when I first came to the company to meet you, I didn't think we would be teammates at all."