Traveler and Gesakuma

The two people on the cooking table who had a tacit understanding didn't say a word. Qian Qian knew that since he came today, he would acquiesce in some things when he stepped into this door, and he didn't need to say anything at all.

Qianqian knew this, and Mr. Solang, who understood his mind, also knew it. They knew each other's tacit agreement.

That's why the neurons around him are singing, dancing and cheering.

There is only a simple small stove in the basement, so most of the dishes at the dinner party tonight still have to be made by metal wires in the professional-level kitchen in the chest.

However, this is not to say that the main body of Gesakuma does not need to do anything, because most of the work of cutting side dishes and pickling materials is done by the main body.

The metal filaments only need to bring back the raw materials prepared by the main body, stir-fry, stew, and mix to ensure that the seasoning is in line with Qianqian's taste.

On the chopping boards on both sides of the simple stove, Qian Qian and Mr. Suo Lang are repeating the same action, both of them are cutting, cutting, cutting with knives.

It's just that compared with Mr. Suo Lang's very regular and rhythmic da da da da not far away, the da, da, da da of Qian Qian's side is much slower.

Fortunately, what he deals with here is cooked food, which can be cut and put on the plate directly. Therefore, among the two people working at the same time, the task is completed first before the money.

As a result of the frantic ordering, Qianqian almost bought most of the cooked food in this family. Of course, in this case, he couldn't cut it all up.

Cut some of each, put together five plates, and give the rest to the wire before the money, so that they can be stored in the warehouse at low temperature.

He was holding two plates, and the metal filaments behind him were carrying the remaining three plates. Qian came to the table that had been set up and placed the cooked food plates on it.

Afterwards, it was the same as in the past, Qian Qian came to the sofa, took off his shoes and sat cross-legged on the sofa, using the remote control to start tuning the channels non-stop.

However, this time, Qian Qian's thoughts were not on the program on the TV at all, he would always turn his head and lean on the back of the sofa to watch Mr. Solang who was still busy at the stove.

The human-shaped Gesakuma was taking out the blue bird that had been stewed for several hours in the soup pot at this time, and then removed the meat and bones, discarded the bones, and kept the soft minced meat.

Anyone who has boiled soup knows that the ingredients used to make the soup are actually not delicious, because during the long cooking, they contribute their delicious or mellow taste to the pot of soup.

In order to achieve the deliciousness of the soup, the ingredients inside will naturally become bland.

Mr. Solang, who knew this well, didn't want these soup ingredients to be wasted. He removed the meat of the bluebird, seasoned it with various shredded vegetables, and made it into a cold dish after stirring. In this way, it is nutritious and delicious, and makes full use of the ingredients.

Qian Qian, who was leaning on the back of the sofa, followed Mr. Suo Lang's eyes all the time. The way the other party was concentrating on his work was really charming no matter how he looked.

Maybe it's because of the different appreciation point when changing identities. In the past, Mr. Suo Lang only thought that the other party was mature, stable, noble and elegant.

However, looking at it today, Qian Qian felt that the other party's face with deep contours and three-dimensional features was simply too handsome.

Her brows are like peaks and her eyes are deep, especially her plump lips are extremely sexy.

As long as the other person stood there, all the light sources would focus on him, including Qian Qian's own gaze, which was already stuck to the other person's body and could not be torn off.

It was probably because Qian Qian's scrutinizing gaze was too hot and presumptuous, and Mr. Suo Lang, who was harassed, cast a questioning gaze sideways in his direction.

Across the passage leading to the kitchen, the eyes of the two directly intersected in mid-air.

When the four eyes met, Qian Qian felt that there seemed to be endless love words in the other party's black crystal eyes.

In the space that seemed to be stagnant in time, the atmosphere became thicker, and the air began to become scorching hot.

While staring at each other, Qian Qian felt his body becoming weak and his face getting hotter. After a few minutes, the blushing little sage shrank back into the sofa softly, covering his face with the soft pillow in his arms.

Don't ask him why his face is blushing and his body is weak, he will never answer. Don't try to know from him what Mr. Solang's spiritual world was like just now.

Next to the sofa is the dining table. Mr. Suo Lang knew that Qian Qian had the habit of watching TV while eating, so he arranged it specially for him.

Qian Qian, whose body was limp, covered his face for a long time before recovering. He hugged the soft pillow in his arms, and looked around aimlessly.

After scanning back and forth a few times, he noticed something different on the dining table.

On the right edge of the dining table, something appears to be buried in a tall wine barrel.

Straightening up and looking back, Qian Qian found that Mr. Suo Lang was busy directing the metal filaments to move the cut and prepared raw materials back into his body.

It is estimated that this gentleman will go back inside to continue frying and frying in a while, and he will not be able to pay attention to himself for a while.

So Qian Qian sneaked down from the sofa and slipped to the dining table, wanting to see what was inside the wine barrel.

In order to protect Qian Qian's stomach, Mr. Suo Lang never made the food too cold when he was in charge of the spoon.

It's the same with ice wine nowadays. Inside the tall metal barrel, there is only a shallow layer of crushed ice.

Compared with the thin layer of ice, the bottle of wine being chilled in the barrel is much taller, and the sealed mouth of the bottle almost reaches the mouth of the barrel.

Seeing that the height of the wine barrel standing on the table almost reached his chest, Qian Qian quietly pulled the wine bottle out, weighed his feet and stretched out his head to look at the label on the wine bottle.

This is a very common fruit wine in the market, because of its good taste and reasonable price, it is very popular among consumers in the market.

Qian Qian once drank this wine at his welcome party. The fruity wine is light and the alcohol concentration is not high. It is acceptable for Qian Qian who is not good at drinking.

As expected of Mr. Suo Lang, he was always so thoughtful in doing things, and put the wine bottle back before Qianqian was satisfied.

However, the careless little sage didn't notice that although the logo and name were the same, the color on the label on the bottle was different from that at his orientation meeting.

The cider he served at his welcome party had a pale pink label, while the one chilling in the barrel had a pretty rose red label.

The aborigines who have some knowledge of wine know that the same wine often has different blending degrees, and the color of the label is used to identify the different alcohol levels of the same wine.

The darker the label of the same wine, the higher the alcohol content.

The bottle of wine that is currently being chilled in the wine barrel has the highest concentration, the best vintage, and the most expensive price among the fruit wines of the same type.

If Qian Qian could look carefully, he would find that on the bottom of the fruit wine label, the alcohol content was not marked with single digits as he thought, but with double digits.

This meal looks no different from the past except that the dishes are richer. If the gentleman sitting opposite is not looking at this side with too hot eyes, Qian Qian would like to treat it as an ordinary meal. to treat.

But the look from the gentleman opposite was so lingering that Qian Qian almost couldn't even hold his chopsticks.

Qian Qian's arrival tonight, the kind of default answer, as if some kind of seal had been unlocked.

Although Mr. Suo Lang is still well-behaved without any gaps, but Zhou Qi's bearing is not in Qian Qian's impression, the Gesakuma who Huai Jin holds the jade like a gentleman.

From the time of dinner, the other party has not stopped sending love messages to her.

Gesakuma's powerful courtship hormones floated in the air, and he frequently flirted with Qianqian not far away.

It is probably an instinct that males of all races will have during the courtship period to present themselves in front of their sweetheart in all aspects.

Even Gesaguma, who is personally powerful and can break through the universe, must follow this instinct when pursuing the person he likes.

Seriously delivering wine, serving food thoughtfully, Mr. Suo Lang tried every means to get close to his little sage, and when he approached, he intentionally or unintentionally teased him.

Whenever he sees his little sage blushing and heartbeat quickened by his eyes or movements, the smile on Mr. Solan's face will be extraordinarily dazzling.

Just like a male peacock spreading its tail, Mr. Suo Lang flaunted the dazzling feathers beside Qian Qian, trying to focus all the little sage's eyes on himself.

Qian Qian was made hot by the other party, and his brain was already a mess.

Although he seemed to be silently eating something on his plate with his head down, he would always raise his head from time to time and sneak a glance in the direction of Mr. Solange.

Qian Qian, who was full of the other party in his head, thought that he was doing it secretly, but he didn't know that all his little moves had already been noticed by the giant who was always paying attention to him.

After a meal, Qian Qian, who drank half a bottle of fruit wine by himself, blushed slightly, squinting drunkenly at Mr. Solan, who was packing up the plates not far away.

After cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, Mr. Solang walked over to the front of his money, who was sitting on the sofa with his head tilted while holding a soft pillow, and asked, "It's so late, I need to take you back to Old Man Deman." Where is Dad?"

Feeling that he was extremely excited, Qian Qian squinted his eyes when he heard the words, and hooked his fingers to signal the other party to lower his head.

Seeing this, Gesakuma bent down and stretched out his head, but saw his little sage put his lips to his ear, and asked him with a slight smell of wine: "Send me back to Father Deman, are you really happy?" Is that what you think?"

Mr. Suo Lang's eyes darkened when he heard the words, and he stretched his hands on both sides of Qian Qian's side, lowered his head and rubbed the tip of Qian Qian's nose, stared into his eyes and asked, "Do you know what the consequences will be if you don't go back tonight?"

The spirit was extremely excited, and Qian Qian, who was sober-minded, quickly took a bite of the other party's lower lip. Under Mr. Suo Lang's surprised eyes, Qian Qian patted the sofa next to him provocatively and said : "Let the horse come here, I'm afraid you won't succeed!!!"

Hearing this, Gesakuma licked his lips with his tongue, and said with a coquettish smile, "Very well, you chose to stay and not leave."