The first love of the villains ran away with a passerby [Quick Transmigration]

The casserole on the gas stove billowed with light smoke.

Wrapped with delicious air, it spreads and twists in a small space, lingering around the nose, making people salivate.

Wei Lanshu washed his hands, lifted the lid of the pot, and took out his mobile phone to compare the fish soup renderings.

The fish soup simmered slowly has a thick milky white color, and the fish is constantly rolling with the soup, blending with the white tofu hidden in the soup.

He immediately locked the phone and put it in his trouser pocket, found the filter and poured the soup into the ceramic soup plate.

He used chopsticks to carefully and patiently pick out the bones of the remaining fish meat.

After taking a shower and changing clothes, Yan walked in, and a delicious fish soup was already placed on the dining table.

Just smelling its fragrance is already refreshing.

Taste its soup again, endless aftertaste.

Tired of drinking half a bowl, he raised his eyes to look at the man opposite him.

The man was no longer as calm as when he was entertaining guests yesterday, and the indifference in his golden eyes disappeared quietly, replaced by a touch of gentleness—at this moment, his gentle eyes were full of anticipation, like a child waiting for his parents to praise him , staring closely at the 'parent' who put down the bowl, he was so nervous that he even held his breath.

Seeing Wei Lanshu like this, I always feel a little strange in my heart.

But then I thought that the other party was going to open a restaurant, so it's understandable to show some emotions?

Thinking in this way, he let go of the weirdness in his heart, nodded slightly, and commented: "The soup is delicious, without the smell of fish, but it shows the freshness of the fish very well. There is one thing, it is too bland .This is based on personal taste."

After being recognized, Wei Lanshu breathed a sigh of relief.

The tense heartstrings also let go a little bit.

It was only when he relaxed his clenched fists that he realized that his palms were soaked.

He wiped his trouser legs indifferently, raised his hand with stretched eyebrows, filled a spoonful of fish and tofu, and put it in front of his face with a smile: "Will you try this again?"

The snow-white fish meat was stewed extra soft, without fish bones, it melted in the mouth, but it was not smooth enough.

But this does not affect the tenderness of the meat, and there is fresh and smooth tofu as an embellishment, but this can be ignored.

Yanan nodded at him: "Next time you try hot and sour fish?"

He personally prefers to taste, probably because the dishes with strong taste are more likely to stimulate his taste buds.

Wei Lanshu let out a heavy breath.

He made this fish soup according to the online tutorial, and the fact that he could satisfy the young man by stewing fish soup for the first time shows that he has talent in this area.

"Okay, I'll do it tomorrow."

He readily complied, got up and went to the kitchen to serve out a bowl of white rice, and put it in front of Yan: "You make a living with fish soup at noon, and I'll order a table of Sichuan cuisine for dinner."

From these two days of observation, Wei Lanshu has figured out that young people are foodies.

Then in terms of eating, you can also eat those with a light taste, and you are not picky at all, but the taste is obviously more savory.

If he wants to cater to the tastes of young people, he can start with Sichuan cuisine.

It's just that the essence of Sichuan cuisine lies in the seasoning, which requires the modulation of recipes and seasonings.

Wei Lanshu secretly wondered if he should seek a teacher first?

With a direction, Wei Lanshu began to focus on this aspect.

He spent a lot of money to invite a master chef who specializes in Sichuan cuisine to come to his home to teach him how to cook.

The kitchen was not big enough, so he hired a team to redesign the kitchen.

And the last time I had a drink with Jing and the others during the day, the counselor who called him before knew that he had 'returned' to Kyoto.

He had no choice but to rummage through textbooks and tools, and lived a dull campus life.

Fortunately, Liang didn't tire of asking for leave before school had just started.

I am a freshman again, and I only learn the basics of sketching.

And he has a strong mind and soul, and he can never forget the knowledge of this world.

Also benefited from the attribute of photographic memory, combined with the experience in Liang Buyan's memory, he went from zero foundation to getting started slowly, and then became one of the students that the teacher paid close attention to.

The only thing that the teacher criticized was that he paid too much attention to skills and lacked aura and emotion.

However, such illusory things as aura are innate, and in terms of emotions——as a great demon king who has fought against the gods for an unknown number of years, he is born with no emotions.

Besides fighting, he is also interested in food now.

Time flies, and it is the end of the year.

Tired of finishing the final exam, he came out of school and went straight to Wei Lanshu's restaurant.

Wei Lanshu opened a Sichuan restaurant in the snack street with his taste.

With the traffic that comes with the snack street and his culinary skills, the business is usually good, especially from [-] pm to [-] am, there are almost no seats left.

Tired of thinking about the surprise that Wei Lanshu said he had prepared for him when he went out in the morning, he rushed into the restaurant like a gust of wind.

Just when he was about to call Wei Lanshu, he caught a glimpse of two young boys in familiar clothes sitting among a few scattered tables of guests.

A small blue suit and school uniform, a small schoolbag with Big Big Wolf and Red Wolf printed on it, a table full of stationery and textbooks, and the two of them huddled their heads together to discuss homework topics.

Why are they both here?

Annoyed with his legs, he walked over, sat down opposite the two, and tapped the table twice with his fingers.

The sound of 'dong dong' caught the attention of the two children.

The two raised their heads at the same time, and Qi Yang showed a disturbed look: "What are you doing?"

"Don't do anything, why are you two here? Does Jing know during the day?" Yan said, looking at Yan Chunyu.

Just as his face was reflected in the pupils of the smiling young boy just now, the pupils of the other party suddenly constricted, his small body stiffened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his face turned white little by little.

Seeing this scene, Yan Yan unconsciously frowned, wondering inwardly.

It was the same last time, and this time, is he so scary?

"Not tired, the exam is over?"

When he was puzzled, Wei Lanshu came out from the back kitchen with a plate.

Seeing him, the frost in his eyes immediately turned into spring water, and a smile swayed from the corner of his lips, gradually expanding with his steps.

He quickly delivered the plate to the guest's table, then turned around and threw it into the kitchen.

Not long after, he held a fresh steamed egg in his hand: "You fill your stomach with egg custard first, I booked a box at Weixianju, and we will go there after I see off these tables of guests."

A man of tall stature is wearing work clothes with a tall hat and short apron, which does not detract from his heroic appearance.

Probably because the kitchen was not busy, he took off his top hat and sat down next to him.

In the past, his slightly curly shoulder-length hair was inconvenient for cooking, so he cut it into a neat short hair, which made his facial features look handsome, three-dimensional, and deep-set.

"The two kids said they were here to wait for their brother."

Wei Lanshu saw him staring at the round-faced boy, and explained for him: "I heard they said that he majored in oil painting as a freshman in Jingmei, which happened to be the same major as yours. Maybe you still know their brother."

"Not only do I know their brothers, I also know them."

Anxiety withdrew his gaze, scooped up a spoonful of custard, and just put it to his mouth when he suddenly thought of something: "You probably have the impression that the last time you went to the Humble House to pick me up, one of them was crying while holding the microphone. The one who has to look like a fool is their brother."

Hearing this, Qi Yang, who was full of displeasure, laughed out loud.

Yan Chunyu, whose mind was blank, also slowly came back to his senses. He thought of the purpose of pestering Qi Yang to come here, and told himself in his heart that the person opposite was not the long-sleeping corpse in the basement, but a human being who could breathe. People who can speak and live.

After several times of hypnosis like this, the tense nerves also relaxed a little.

But it was just one thing, he still didn't dare to look at this person directly, so he lowered his head to avoid staring at this person by doing his homework.

This kid Qi Yang seems to be very interested in Jing's ugly appearance during the day.

He took the initiative to get tired of it and asked him to talk about Jing's affairs during the day.

In the daytime, Jing is handsome, his family is rich, and he can speak, so he is very popular with school girls and male boys.

But all he can think of is the senior sister.

Yan Chunyu heard about this from Qi Yang in her previous life.

It seems that after four years of chasing that schoolgirl, she failed to catch up. In the end, in a fit of anger, she ran away from her family to become a wandering painter without telling her family.

On the day he and Qi Yang got married, they didn't come back, but they sent a painting back as their wedding gift.

Thinking of this, Yan Chunyu put down the pen, and stroked the outline printed under the paper of the exercise book with a fleshy little hand.

Compared with Jing's frustration in the love field during the day, he felt that this young man named "Liang Buyan" needed to be rescued more. This is probably the reason why God let him be reborn. After all, he was finally together with Qi Yang in his previous life, and he was already consummated. .

Too bad he doesn't know much.

All he knew was that when the company of 'Liang Buyan' was about to go bankrupt, in order to save the company, his only relative, his uncle, drugged his nephew and sent it to Wei Yingshao's bed.

'Liang Buyan' didn't want to suffer this humiliation, so before Wei Yingshao came, he committed suicide by cutting his wrist with a blade in the bathroom of the hotel.

Of course, Wei Yingshao's original words were not like this.

For a person like Wei Yingshao, how could he admit that he forced his beloved to death, so he shifted the responsibility to Liang Anguo, firmly believing that Liang Anguo was the one who forced Liang Anguo to death.

Although he wondered if 'Liang Buyan' had been reborn even now.

But no matter what, the other party died when he died in his previous life, so he didn't know many things.

When Jing came to pick up Qi Yang and Yan Chunyu during the day, the customers in the store had almost left.

Wei Lanshu was clearing the dining table, helping them pack their stationery and textbooks, and sent the three of them out.

When he was standing at the door, someone poked his lower back suddenly, and when he lowered his head, Yan Chunyu, a half-grown boy, quickly stuffed a letter into his hand, and whispered: "This is a letter that my sister asked me to hand over to you." your."

Leaving this sentence behind, he ran away.

I was stunned for a moment, and looked up at Yan Chunyu who got into the carriage.

Wei Lanshu, who came out of the back kitchen, happened to see this scene, but what he saw was that the little round face first touched the young man's back secretly, and after being discovered by the young man, he boldly shook the young man's chest hand, stuffed a love letter, and said something before the end.

Wei Lan narrowed her smiling eyes.

Are kids nowadays so bold and precocious?

He looked at the back of the three-month-old man who hadn't gained any weight, and felt a little uncomfortable.

The miser, who also saw this through his eyes, was suddenly upset.

He didn't come out for three consecutive months, and he was "forced" to follow the ambitious Qian Chuanzi to get to know his little brother a little bit, which made his feelings for his little brother go from simply thinking that he has good eyes, good temper and personality at the beginning, to now Not too complicated.

Therefore, he hated iron for being weak and spoke.

There is still a little bit of unhappiness in it: [Did you see, elementary school students are more active than you, a middle-aged person. 】

The author has something to say: #中年人风评被被#

Wei Lanshu is 26 years old now.

Not counting middle-aged people.

感谢在2022-01-2220:51:20~2022-01-2320:31:41期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 3 bottles of perilla;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!