The self-salvation of fast-piercing cannon fodder

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Chen Shan, who was concentrating on cooking, suddenly heard the sound of "uncle", which startled him.Looking back, he saw that it was a strange big boy. After contacting the news he had heard, Han Shan guessed Qiming's identity.

Han Shan nodded expressionlessly and said, "Yes, but I have to wait until I finish frying the dishes in my hand."

Seeing that Han Shan didn't pay attention to him anymore, Qiming put the things he bought on the sink on his own, two yams the size of a baby's wrist, and three tender corns wrapped in green clothes.

Qiming first peeled off the green coat of the corn, rinsed it under the tap, and put it in a clean basin for later use.

Seeing that Han Shan's dishes were ready, he smiled politely and asked, "Uncle, where did you put the gloves for washing vegetables?"

Han Shan glanced at the yams on the washing table, his eyes flickered, pointed to a cabinet and said, "There is a new pair over there."

"Do you have any molds for making dim sum? Square or round ones are fine." Qiming asked again after finding the gloves.

"The molds are all in the second cabinet above." After finishing speaking, Han Shan left Qiming alone and walked out with the prepared meals.

Qiming finds what he wants and starts to work.First, I made a simple bowl of noodles for myself, and after eating in two or three bites, I started to wash the yams again.

After working for about two hours, Qiming finally breathed a sigh of relief.Looking at the white and tender pastries on the plate, as well as the scent that pours into his nose from time to time, he feels a sense of accomplishment.Of course, there is another plate of square candy corn, the yellow color is very good!

Qiming couldn't help but pinched a piece and put it in his mouth. The corn candy in his mouth was sweet but not greasy, full of the sweet fragrance of corn.

Looking at Han Xing who was poking his head at the door of the kitchen, Qiming waved and said, "Come here, it's ready."

Han Xing, who had been seduced by the scent long ago, walked in hurriedly, looked at the pastries beside Qiming, swallowed his saliva and said, "Brother, can I eat now?"

Qiming patted his head, smiled and said, "Go wash your hands first, we'll bring the cakes to the restaurant to eat."

Han Xing washed his hands obediently, and followed Qiming to the restaurant. Before he was seated, he couldn't wait to take a yam cake and ate it in small bites.

The pastry is fluffy and soft, not too sweet, but very fragrant, which makes people very appetizing.After eating one quickly, Han Xing looked at Qiming with sparkling eyes and asked, "Brother, what is this made of? It's so delicious (▽)!"

"Yam, eggs, and a little sugar. I checked the Internet last night. Yam is also a kind of medicinal material. Eating more is good for your illness. But although the pastry is delicious, you can't eat too much, otherwise you won't be able to eat it for lunch. It is." Qiming said with a gentle smile.

Han Xing, who had already eaten the second yuan, immediately drooped his head, and said lazily, "Then I'll eat four yuan, no, five yuan will be fine."

"Then if you eat too much yam cake, you won't be able to eat candy corn. This candy corn is what I am most satisfied with. It would be a pity if you couldn't try it."

Han Xing struggled a bit when he heard the words, and then said with difficulty: "Okay, just three pieces of yam cake, two pieces of corn candy, no less."

Qiming nodded briskly and said, "Okay, eat quickly, this yam cake is only delicious when it is steamed."

Because the time was close to eleven o'clock, the members of the club got up one after another, and appeared in the living room one by one with sleepy eyes.

Yang Ping followed the scent to find the restaurant, and when he saw the pastries on the table, his eyes lit up frighteningly.Sitting at the farthest position from Han Xing, he swallowed his saliva, stared at the pastry plate and said, "Han Xing, is this pastry delicious?"

Han Xing ate the last bite of pastry in a slow manner, pulled the plate towards him again, and said blankly, "This is mine!"

The scent of pastries spread into Yang Ping's nose one after another. For a foodie, this is definitely an inhuman torture. He smiled flatteringly and said, "Well, you see that there are still a lot of food on your plate. , Give me a piece to taste, just one piece!"

Han Xing pulled the plate towards him, then picked up another piece of yam cake and ate it elegantly, rejecting Yang Ping's request straightforwardly.

Qiming looked at Han Xing, and said dumbfoundedly: "Xiao Xing, this yam cake can't be kept for long, so you can give some to Yang Ping. I didn't see him drooling, it looks so pitiful."

Blame poor Yang Ping: for food, he can endure...

Han Xing didn't want to share the things Qiming made with others, but he couldn't store them for a long time, so he gritted his teeth and pushed the yam cake to the middle of the table, then hugged the candy corn tightly and didn't let go.

Han Xing's childish actions made Qiming both funny and distressed. He pinched his face that was almost wrinkled into a bun, and said, "If you like to eat, I will make it for you often. Don't act so stingy. What a shame!" It will damage your image as a rich second generation."

Yang Ping, who put the yam cake into his mouth in one bite: He is the only one who can say the words 'rich second generation' so grandly...

Yang Ping, who quickly finished a piece of yam cake, stared at Qiming with burning eyes, and said, "Chen Ming, did you make this pastry chef?"

Qiming looked at Yang Ping up and down, and said with disgust, "You are too ugly, I despise you, so don't fall in love with me."

Yang Ping, who was successfully choked, patted his chest vigorously.

"Even if you hurt yourself, there's no way between us!" Qiming said firmly.

After finally swallowing the pastry in his throat, Yang Ping gnashed his teeth and said, "Who said I like you? I like women!!"

While talking, Yang Ping still didn't forget to put pastries in his mouth.

"Don't worry, even if you like men, I won't discriminate against you." While talking about Qiming, he still didn't forget to wink at him, with an expression of 'you don't need to say anything, I understand'.

Yang Ping: mmp, can I smoke him?You know, you know a lot of watermelons and bananas! ! !

"Yang Ping, you actually like men!" Wang Shen's loud voice sounded from the door of the restaurant, and the whole villa was as quiet as a chicken.

"Wang Shen, what are you talking about! What's wrong with liking a man? Everyone has the right to pursue love. Even if we can't support it, we can't discriminate." Qiming's righteous voice was still loud in the quiet villa .

Yang Ping finally swallowed the choked pastry with difficulty, gritted his teeth and shouted: "I like women, women!!!"

Qiming smiled softly, with helplessness in his smile, "Okay, okay, you like women, don't worry about getting angry, we all 'believe'."

That helpless and doting expression is like Yang Ping on the opposite side is an angry child.

Yang Ping: mmp, he can make such delicious cakes, he can't be killed! !But really angry! ! !

Wang Shen patted the frustrated Yang Ping sympathetically, and said sympathetically, "Yang Ping, don't worry, we will never discriminate against you!"

"Get out! I'll say it again, I like women!" Yang Ping said angrily.

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