[Danmei] You and I never meet

When I had almost covered the dishes and served them on the table, and only one soup was still on the fire, the doorbell rang suddenly.

I wiped my hands on the apron, ran to open the door, opened the door, and saw Qi Yang carrying a large suitcase, wearing a pair of light blue jeans, a black leather jacket, and a pair of black canvas shoes on his feet. It has matured a lot before.

I was a little stunned for a while.It turns out that in the unknowingly time flies, everyone is changing unknowingly.

There was a gentle smile between his brows and eyes, and he said, "Why don't you invite me in? I'm almost exhausted all the way here."

I stepped aside quickly, and reached out to pick up the suitcase in his hand, but he dodged and said, "This is heavy, I'll take it."

I led him in and closed the door. Suddenly, I felt that he seemed to have grown taller again. Facing him, I was a little at a loss.

He put the suitcase aside, saw the abundant plates on the table, and asked with a smile on his face, "Are these made for me?"

I nodded, and then realized that the pork rib soup was still stewed on the fire, so I greeted him and said, "You sit first, and I will bring out the soup."

I hurried into the kitchen, turned off the fire, held the handle with a rag, and carried it out carefully.

Qi Yang, who had just sat down, saw me like this and stood up anxiously, moved a place for me, and said: "Why did you still cook the soup? It's so hot, what if you get burned?"

I put the soup pot on the heat insulation mat and put the rag aside, the pads of my fingers were still a little hot red, I rubbed it and said, "Don't look down on my cooking skills, my current cooking skills are not good. It gets better day by day, whoever eats it will praise it!"

He shook his head and said, "Of course, your cooking is delicious."

He sat down and added another sentence: "I like to eat anything."

I smiled slightly and asked, "It's just after the Spring Festival, why did you come here?"

He picked up a piece of fried shredded pork with shredded bamboo shoots, ate it in his mouth, sighed contentedly, and said, "It's delicious!"

Of course I knew he was exaggerating, but I couldn't help laughing and said, "Young poor! Although my cooking skills are not bad, how can I be as exaggerated as you!"

He shook his head cheerfully, looked at me and said, "No chef in a five-star hotel can match your cooking skills!"

I sat across from him, and although I didn't eat lunch, I didn't move my chopsticks very much. Often he ate while I watched.Seeing him eating the meals I cooked so contentedly, I felt a sense of satisfaction from the bottom of my heart.

A person who loves to cook is not only because of how much he loves cooking, but also because of the happy and satisfied expression on the faces of the people he cares about when they eat the meals he cooks, he can't help falling in love kitchen.

He looked very hungry and emptied several plates.

I served him a bowl of soup and said, "It's not so hot now, drink it and don't choke."

He took it, raised his head and drank it in one gulp, hiccupped full, and said, "I really didn't expect that after you came to the United States, you would be able to cook such a good dish. It really surprised me!"

I feigned anger and said, "You mean I didn't cook well before?"

He quickly shook his hand and said, "No, no, that's not what I meant. You used to make delicious food. I mean, it's even better after you came to America."