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Chapter 18 Chicken Soup

76.

The product upgrade research and development has entered the most critical stage, and Wang Qian has almost taken root in the laboratory.Xu Zhixiao was under the same roof with him, but he couldn't see each other at all.

In mid-August, the upgraded version of the safety system finally successfully completed all tests, and the production line can be officially put into production only after corresponding adjustments to the production line.

After returning from the laboratory, Wang Qian fell asleep for a whole day before finally recovering.

77.

Wang Qian woke up at 09:30 in the evening and smelled a strong fragrance before opening his eyes.

He got up and took a simple shower, feeling that the energy that had been lacking for a long time was finally filling his whole body again.

At the same time, the stomach growled without showing any weakness.

Wang Qian opened the door, and before he walked out of the bedroom, he heard Xu Zhixiao's voice, as if he was talking on the phone with someone——

"Can we add salt now?"

I don't know what the other party said to him, his voice suddenly panicked——

"Huh? Then how do I know how much to put?"

"How much? One scoop? Two scoops?"

"Two teaspoons? What if I don't have a teaspoon? Can I have a spoon for dinner?"

Wang Qian couldn't help but want to laugh, so he walked over and saw him holding a mobile phone in one hand and a spoon in the other, standing undecided in front of the steaming stove.

When Xu Zhixiao saw Wang Qian when he turned around, his eyes widened immediately, and his voice rose obviously, "Are you awake?"

Wang Qian nodded, and just as he was about to say something, Xu Zhixiao suddenly shhed him, and then said to the other end of the phone: "It's my roommate, he just woke up, what? No, he's not a night owl... No, I'm really not in a relationship... The soup is for people in our company to drink. Everyone has been working hard recently. I just want to replenish your body... Tomorrow? Ah, yes, tomorrow I will take it to the office for them Drink. Huh? No need to add salt? Oh, okay, I see, I will put it in tomorrow, right? I understand...Okay, okay, then you guys go to bed early, um, good night."

After hanging up the phone, Xu Zhixiao couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, "I'm exhausted."

Wang Qian was a little surprised, "Your home phone number?"

Xu Zhixiao nodded, a little embarrassed, "It's my mother, I just asked her how to make chicken soup." Although he can cook simple meals, he has never stewed soup.

Wang Qian walked up to him with a smile, and took a closer look at the pot, "It's almost done. Turn off the fire, let it dry for a while, and store it in the refrigerator. Take it out tomorrow to heat it up, add salt and drink it."

Xu Zhixiao hurriedly said: "This is for you to drink, don't wait until tomorrow."

Hearing this, Wang Qian slightly raised his eyebrows, and said intentionally, "Didn't you tell everyone?"

Xu Zhixiao coughed, not daring to look him directly in the eyes, "It's the first time I cook it, I don't know if it tastes good or not. You should try it first, if it's okay, I'll make it for everyone next time."

Wang Qian raised his hand and stroked his hair, then said with a smile, "You brat."

Xu Zhixiao didn't dodge, let him rub his hair, then put aside the slick oil, filled a bowl full of clear soup, handed it over, and looked at him without blinking, "Taste it quickly."

Wang Qian brought it over, took a sip, nodded, "Not bad."

Xu Zhixiao breathed a sigh of relief, with a rare smile on his face, and then began to push people out of the kitchen, "Brother, go out and drink soup first, I will use chicken soup to cook a bowl of noodles for you, and it will be ready soon."

Wang Qian withdrew with his strength, sat down at the dining table, watched him busy in the kitchen, and drank soup leisurely.

When a bowl of soup was about to bottom out, Xu Zhixiao suddenly screamed and rushed out, "I forgot to put salt!"

Wang Qian was immediately amused, "You just remembered?"

Xu Zhixiao glanced at the empty bowl, and his face suddenly collapsed, "Brother, you know why you didn't say anything? You just drank like that."

"It's okay, it's delicious without salt."

Wang Qian was telling the truth, but it was obvious that Xu Zhixiao thought he was comforting him, so he went back with a stern face and dejected.

After a while, he brought out a bowl of fragrant chicken noodle soup.

In the clear golden soup base, there is a roll of white and flexible thin noodles, with five or six green cabbage hearts neatly lying on the surface, and a beautifully shaped soft-boiled poached egg beside it.

The poached eggs are the best fried, slightly browned at the edges, but the yolk is still semi-solidified, and the yellow is squishy under the translucent egg white, and the traces of flow can be clearly seen.

A bowl of noodles, just looking at the color and shape, already whets the appetite.

Wang Qian took the bowl, inhaled the aroma, and couldn't help admiring, "It smells so good."

Xu Zhixiao's ears were a little red, but his expression was expressionless, and he looked very calm, "Eat quickly, brother, don't let it get cold. I added salt this time."

Wang Qian was already hungry, so he started immediately without saying much.

Xu Zhixiao's character can also be seen from this bowl of noodles.

He has never been too lazy to learn complex and gorgeous dishes, but for the simplest things, he always takes the trouble to delve into them, and he can turn out tricks when he plays.

Although they both know how to cook, when Wang Qian makes the same bowl of noodles, the vegetables must be randomly wrapped in the noodles.

Only Xu Zhixiao specially chooses brightly colored ingredients, arranges the ingredients individually into a nice shape, and even the noodles must be stirred into a neat ball with chopsticks.

Wang Qian had seen it before, and always thought it was just asking for trouble.But after staying with Xu Zhixiao for a long time, he gradually learned to appreciate these details.

At least this bowl of noodles looks more appetizing than his own, even if the taste is not as good as his.

In fact, in many ways, Wang Qian found that he was gradually getting used to the existence of Xu Zhizhi in his life, and was even subtly influenced by him.

For example, before, he never ate soft-boiled poached eggs, and felt that the sticky taste was unappetizing.

But Xu Zhixiao is especially good at frying eggs. The fried poached eggs are exquisite in shape, as ripe as they need to be.He likes to eat soft-boiled ones, so he often makes them.Over time, Wang Qian got used to eating with him.

The last time Wang Qian ordered takeaway, he ate a well-cooked poached egg, and secretly felt that it was too old to taste.

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