When I came out I picked up a nemesis

In the same cycle, Xie Ruiyan, who had closed the door for a whole day, heard the sound of Han Qiao coming back from the research institute and opening the door.

Half an hour later, the smell of food wafted in the living room, and a crisp and pleasant bell rang.

For the first time, when Xie Ruiyan was at home, Han Qiao made dinner and rang the dinner bell.

The door of the guest room clicked open.

Han Qiao and Xie Ruiyan met face to face, one had dark eyes, and the other had red eyes.

It is a group of visual brothers who can make their debut by relying on the color around the eyes.

The two looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

Xie Ruiyan only smiled lightly, the dimples flashed on his cheeks so quickly that Han Qiao had no time to catch them.

"Xie Ruiyan." Han Qiao called Xie Ruiyan's name, and changed his words again, "Xiao Xie, the meal is ready, come and eat."

Xie Ruiyan looked at the soup bowl on the kitchen desk, his voice was a little hoarse: "Isn't it a takeaway tonight?"

"I can't bear to always eat takeaway." Han Qiao took the bowl and plate to the dining table, and handed over a pair of chopsticks. "The overtime week is over, and today will not be very busy. I will cook all three meals by myself."

Xie Ruiyan took the bowl and chopsticks, looked at the delicious food, and suddenly let out a cooperative cry in his stomach.

squawk

Han Qiao raised his pretty eyebrows, turned his face to the wall and let out a muffled laugh.

Xie Ruiyan asked angrily, "Did your stomach growl?"

"I've never called it that before." Han Qiao said, "I wanted to say it last time. It's really the first time I've heard someone 'grumbling' when they're hungry. It's so cute."

"Why do you still want to imitate it again?" Xie Ruiyan gritted his teeth angrily, squeezed out his dissatisfaction, "Han Qiao, you... um!"

Seeing that the dinner table was about to be pinched, Han Qiao took Xie Ruiyan's chopsticks, picked up a piece of crystal clear sweet and sour pork ribs, paused for a few seconds to let it cool down, and touched the nervous lips of the guest.

"Open your mouth."

Xie Ruiyan opened his mouth subconsciously, and the meat with the right temperature entered his mouth, and the overflowing aroma and just the right sweet and sour taste bloomed between his lips and tongue.

It is different from the chef at home. They are all sweet and sour pork ribs. Why can they be so layered?

Xie Ruiyan was overwhelmed by a mere piece of pork ribs. It was so delicious that his eyes lit up, and he completely forgot what he wanted to say about Han Qiao.

"Shut up."

"Well?"

"Don't bite the chopsticks, chew slowly."

"Well……"

Xie Ruiyan loosened his jaw, took back the chopsticks from Han Qiao's hand, took another piece into his mouth and chewed together, then covered his eyes with the palm of his hand, and looked at people through his fingers.

"What did you add? It's different from what I've eaten."

"Lee Kum Kee's tomato sauce and green plum salad juice are seasoned one by one in advance, stir-fried in the pot to thicken. The pork ribs are marinated with rice wine from Guyue Longshan. In fact, I am very ordinary in cooking, and this is my specialty."

After Han Qiao finished speaking modestly, he handed over a tissue and asked Xie Ruiyan to wipe the sauce on the corners of his lips.

"Liu Ling once came over for dinner. When he was hungry, he picked up the plate and poured it into his mouth, and then it got stuck in his throat. I sent him to emergency surgery, and the doctor laughed at him. Three ribs nearly three centimeters thick can be straightened Pharynx, the video looks like candied haws on a string, I have never seen a person with such a thick throat."

Han Qiao hacked his old classmate and reminded Xie Ruiyan: "Be careful when eating, I won't fight with you, don't choke."

Xie Ruiyan's eating style is also very gentle like Han Qiao's. After hearing Liu Ling's tragic experience, he eats his food more slowly.

When Xie Ruiyan was eating, his eyelashes were trembling all the time, from the first mouthful to the last, he had goose bumps all over his body, and even wanted to add another bowl of rice.

The meat was delicious, and the rice was steamed deliciously. Xie Ruiyan had a good appetite, and he visibly eliminated the spare ribs and dried cauliflower that Han Qiao thought would be left behind.

The CD is a virtue, and it is a great compliment to the person who cooks.

Han Qiao ate very little the whole time, so he ate with his beauty. His eyes fell on Xie Ruiyan's thick and dense eyelashes, and he suggested, "If you know how to do it, you can help me."

"Actually, I don't know it at all. When my family was sick when I was young, I wanted to cook some porridge for her, and then I burned through the thickest pot in the kitchen. The housekeeper and sister never let me into the kitchen again." Xie Ruiyan admitted frankly, And again, "I can learn, if you want, just try to be careful."

"Thank you."

"It's not a big deal, and I may not be able to learn it. If you can't control it and blow up your kitchen, Mr. Han, your thanks come too early."

"I'm very happy if you have this kind of heart." Han Qiao said, "The kitchen doesn't know how to fry. At that time, I was afraid that something might happen to Beethoven, so I installed an automatic alarm and a water spray device. It's just a frying pan, and it can burn a few." Affordable. I look forward to your cooking."

Xie Ruiyan looked at the clean stainless steel pot in the kitchen. It could be seen that Han Qiao took great care of the kitchen utensils, and he did the best in every aspect of life details.

Xie Ruiyan: "Is there a recipe?"

"Go to the kitchen next time, there is everything in it."

Xie Ruiyan did not expect Mr. Han, a well-known entrepreneur, to be so down-to-earth. Not only did he not hire anyone to clean the house, but he also liked to study various software, learn from others, and even cook.

Xie Ruiyan has also heard of such a cooking app, which also contains links to purchase the ingredients and sauces needed for the entire recipe.

In the past, the housekeepers and servants in the family were clearly divided into two factions. One group believed that it was economical and convenient. As long as it was cooked deliciously, it would be good to learn from home-cooked cooking methods occasionally and buy ingredients online directly.

The other faction advocates that civilian dishes should not be served on the table. Mr. Xie has a net worth of over tens of billions, so how can he feed him and his wife and children this kind of food.

Later, the faction that advocated convenience and delicious food was fired by Xie Chengzhang, including the interesting Steward Wang who taught Xie Ruiyan a lot of cold knowledge, and Aunt Zhang who loved to sing ditties when cooking and also liked to sing along with Xie Ruiyan.When Xie Ruiyan came home from school, they had already packed up and left, and they never showed up again.

No one dared to mention "this kind of thing" again. Since then, there has never been a dish with a single item cost below three digits on the dinner table at home.

Even the sandwiches and eggs for breakfast had to be served with imported caviar, the food Xie Ruiyan hated the most, under Xie Chengzhang's eyes, he could only eat it obediently.

What we eat is not food, but style, money, loneliness, and the feeling of being different from others.

You can feel a sense of superiority when you eat, and when you think about it, it is magical, outrageous, and even fatal.

Xie Ruiyan got anorexia inexplicably when he just entered junior high school. After eating, he endured it for a while, and then went to the bathroom to throw up.

He was afraid of being worried by others, and he was also afraid that he was abnormal, so he hid it in a hidden way, and no one would find out except himself.It wasn't until Xie Weizhou asked him why he had lost so much weight that Xie Ruiyan slipped to the psychiatry department and quietly prescribed medicine for a period of time before he got better.

But Han Qiao seems to be born with the gene of enjoying delicious food. No matter what food he eats, it tastes delicious, and the food he cooks himself is even more top-notch.

When Xie Ruiyan watched videos of Han Qiao eating, his appetite was often aroused, and the current scene was not what he had always expected.

Watching Han Qiao eat while eating the rice cooked by Han Qiao is tantamount to a double enjoyment of body and mind.

Xie Ruiyan thought without ambition, even if he choked to death on Han Qiao's dining table by a big rib, he shouldn't regret it.

He temporarily put aside the annoyance and anxiety of not being able to write a song, ran to the kitchen, and added another bowl of fragrant white rice.