The president makes me cook every day

"Mountains, Rivers, Lakes and Seas" in the live broadcast room posted a mobile phone screen recording on his Weibo, and circled Chen Dongyang.

"Where do we not meet in life@陈东阳of Sunshine Group"

His Weibo has nearly 50 fans, and in less than 10 minutes, there are hundreds of comments.

[Mr. Chen is starting a live broadcast? ? [shock]】

[Where is this broadcast live? 】

[Don't believe it, Chen Dongyang was a guest speaker at the Asia-Pacific Network Economy and Technology Forum an hour ago. 】

[It is recommended that the blogger ask for verification before posting it]

[!It's Chen Dongyang himself, the same suit as the one on the forum this afternoon! [Picture Comments]]

[Is this the Sunshine Group's new move? 】

[Holy shit, ask for the address of the live broadcast! 】

[Didn't you see the interface of JJ's live broadcast? The room is "Xiao Rong's Late Night Kitchen"? 】

[? ? ?Who is Xiaorong! 】

Yu Xiaorong was currently in the kitchen, bowing his head and frying the mushrooms and parsley in the pot.

Chen Dongyang was watching the computer screen with great interest: "It turns out that the background of the live broadcast room is like this, I have never seen it before."

He bent down and faced the screen, almost blocking all of Yu Xiaorong's shots: "The barrage in the background is so fast, you still have to cook, can you keep up?"

During the ten or so seconds that he stared at the screen, the number of online viewers kept refreshing at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye.

[Fuck, it's really Mr. Chen!Screenshot taken! 】

[Who will tell me what Chen Dongyang is doing? 】

[It seems to be cooking? 】

[Is this food anchor cooking? Chen Dongyang should be here for dinner? ? 】

【? ? ? 】

……

Yu Xiaorong: "In the past, there wasn't such a large number of audiences, and they only increased recently." As he answered, he couldn't help but secretly glanced at Chen Dongyang's profile from the corner of his eye, still secretly guessing in his heart.

Maybe he sells insurance?Or is it an estate sale?In Yu Xiaorong's impression, there are only these two kinds of people who can wear a suit and tie.

Or maybe... married?He thought of those young people in his hometown who went out to work, and when they left home, they would bring the best set of clothes at home, often the suits they wore when they got married.

What happened when he said he met me?Have you watched my live broadcast before?

With a moment of distraction, Chen Dongyang seemed to have noticed his gaze, and Yu Xiaorong quickly lowered his head.He picked up the seasoning bottle in a panic, pretending to be focused on his own cooking.

"You, you like..."

"Huh?" Chen Dongyang reacted quickly and spoke quickly, which is usually the case for smart people.Yu Xiaorong hastened to speed up his speech.

"Do you like something light or strong?" The salt and pepper shaker in his hand stopped in mid-air, waiting for Chen Dongyang's answer.

Chen Dongyang rested one hand on the cooking table. He turned sideways and was about to say something, but he passed Xiaorong's head and saw the direction directly behind him. Fang Minghao was leaning against the kitchen door with his shoulders folded, a little As if watching the excitement, he looked into the kitchen.

The eyes of the two collided again, and Chen Dongyang stopped talking.

Yu Xiaorong didn't wait for an answer, he raised his head tentatively, and seemed to realize that his question just now was a bit strange, so he could only shake the salt and pepper shaker in his hand in embarrassment.

There was a pause of a few seconds, a smile flashed across Fang Minghao's face as if he was watching the excitement, and two arcs were drawn at the corners of his lips, and he shrugged and walked away.

Only then did Chen Dongyang lower his head and smile at Yu Xiaorong: "I like it, it's just right."

When his eyes changed, there seemed to be a soft light flashing, and Yu Xiaorong's wrist flicked.Sprinkle salt and pepper gently and evenly on the mushrooms in the pot.

Chen Dongyang: "Done?"

"It's not close." Cheese risotto with parsley and mushrooms glowed brightly under the color enhancement of olive oil.

Yu Xiaorong turned around and took out the last ingredients that had been prepared earlier from the cooking cabinet.

Holding it on a deep red western food plate, he carefully took out a palm-sized ingredient that looked like a mushroom.

Chen Dongyang's eyes lit up: "White truffle!"

Yu Xiaorong nodded somewhat unexpectedly,

"It's from the Piedmont region of Italy?" Chen Dongyang moved closer to him: "Your piece is really big enough."

"You, how do you know...?" Before he finished speaking, Chen Dongyang took the initiative to pick up the rare white truffle, put it under his nose, and sniffed it lightly.

"Awesome." He admired in a low voice: "Europeans use musk, semen, and unwashed bed sheets to describe the taste of truffles, but unfortunately the freshness period is only ten days. The last time I saw such a fresh truffle was Was this flown in at the Tuscan truffle festival?"

"No..." Yu Xiaorong pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "No...I mean, I don't know either."

He silently took the truffle from Chen Dongyang's hand, held it in the palm of his hand, pursed his lips, and threw thin flakes with a throwing knife, and sprinkled them on the risotto.

White truffle will lose its taste when exposed to fire, so it is the most natural way to eat it when sprinkled on dishes.

This mushroom risotto was originally a very common dish, but it was only vegetarian and fresh.But if you encounter white truffle to enhance the flavor, it can produce a star-shifting and earth-shaking effect.

——He only read these things from the book this morning, but Chen Dongyang already knew about them.

Yu Xiaorong felt that all his guesses just now were wrong.

Flakes of truffles fell down like snowflakes, and Chen Dongyang was standing next to him. There was a faint, pleasant smell around him. It was unclear whether it was the smell of truffles or Chen Dongyang.

"Okay." Chen Dongyang whispered in his ear.

"Ok?"

Chen Dongyang reached out and touched Yu Xiaorong's arm, and Yu Xiaorong froze.

Chen Dongyang: "It's a bit too much." He focused on the truffle in Yu Xiaorong's hand.

"Oh, oh..." Yu Xiaorong realized that his final dishes were on the cooking table.

At the same time, the barrage in the live broadcast room has been brushing on its own...

[It turns out that Chen always comes to rub truffles!Case solved! 】

[Chen Dongyang tried white truffles live, what kind of fairy live broadcast room is this! 】

[Seeing this, I really don't know whether I should get gifts, Yu Qing wants to, Yu Li, does Mr. Chen really need my poor gifts! [tears]】

[Mountains, Rivers, Lakes and Seas]: Mr. Chen, let's try it!One more second of white diamonds is a loss!

[Little gourmet]: White diamond?

[Mountains, Rivers, Lakes and Seas]: You don't know?Italian white truffles have always been known as white diamonds, and they are truly the most expensive ingredients in the world.It is not an exaggeration to say that the money for a few ordinary wedding rings thrown out by the anchor just now went out.

[Brother Qiang]: Such an exaggeration!

[Little Gourmand]: [Surprised] Could this be... the legendary fairy meal!

……

Today's truffle risotto was set on a plate and served in front of Chen Dongyang. Yu Xiaorong moved two stools, and he sat down with Chen Dongyang.

The spoon in Chen Dongyang's hand scooped up the sticky risotto, which was stained with a piece of slightly golden, naturally textured truffle slices.

Yu Xiaorong stared at the movement of his cheeks chewing lightly, watched his throat roll when he swallowed, his eyes lingered on the position of the jaw line, then tentatively went up a little, and finally settled on the shiny lips.

He could even hear his own heartbeat.

Yu Xiaorong said to himself, this should be because he was too expecting the reaction of the first taster audience.

After swallowing the first mouthful of food, Chen Dongyang let out a sigh of relief after thinking about it for a few seconds, and then slowly gave a thumbs up to the camera.

[How is it, Mr. Chen? 】

【What kind of smell is it? 】

[Mountains, Rivers, Lakes and Seas]: Speaking of the taste of truffles...it's really that kind of taste that's hard to describe.

[Little gourmet]:? ? ?Enough of you guys, let me tell you!

Yu Xiaorong blinked nervously at Chen Dongyang.

Chen Dongyang frowned: "I've heard a saying about truffles before, but I only know what it means today."

He inserted the spoon in his hand into the rice again, this time with mushrooms as a side dish, and scooped up a large spoonful.

"The taste of truffle itself is not strong, but the moment you eat it, you will feel an inexplicable sense of loss. From then on, there is nothing to fill that sense of loss except truffle..."

He said and put the rice into his mouth again.

The corners of Yu Xiaorong's mouth curled up slightly, and when he met Chen Dongyang's eyes, Chen Dongyang suddenly found that the taste in his mouth changed instantly.

Different from the light and mellow risotto just now, the mushrooms in the side dish have a strong salty taste, which impacts the taste buds that have just been stretched on the tongue.

Chen Dongyang's expression froze on his face, and the second half of the compliment he hadn't said was choked in his throat. He swore he had never been so salty in his life.

Yu Xiaorong added too much salt! ?

There are too many tm!

The author has something to say:

The taste of truffle itself is not strong, but the moment you eat it, you will feel an inexplicable sense of loss.So much so that since then, nothing but truffles can fill that sense of loss.

——Ryu Murakami, "The Lonely Gourmet"