Cannon fodder partner dressed as a disabled villain

The aroma of braised pork gradually wafted out.

A certain Michelin chef would stare fiercely at the stewed meat casserole for two seconds after serving every dish, which made Yun Yan feel a little bit guilty.

Since the meat was stewed, there has been no artistic atmosphere belonging to Michelin in the kitchen.

Every dish of the Michelin chef is so low-key, luxurious and connotative. How can it stand up to the three-day aroma of braised pork?Yun Yan wished he could go over and cover up the scent, so as not to confuse the chef's exquisite dishes.

It took at least three hours to eat a three-star Michelin meal, so Shen Shuheng hadn't finished his high-end dinner until the meat was stewed.

Yun Yan couldn't bear it any longer. After asking Aunt Yang, he turned off the fire, lifted the lid of the casserole, and stealthily took a pair of clean chopsticks to eat first.

"Hiss—hot hot..." Even though the blow had already passed, Yun Yan was still gasping for breath from the heat, and impatiently turned the meat over in his mouth. The temperature finally dropped, and he bit it down, finally savoring it. Come out smell.

"Delicious!" In front of the delicious food, Yun Yan couldn't care less about his image, and he boasted before swallowing the meat: "It's so delicious! What is fat but not greasy! What is melt in the mouth! Aunt Yang The craftsmanship is absolutely good, not inferior to a five-star chef!"

"The mouth is so sweet!" Aunt Yang smiled and took a plate over to fill the meat, and patted Yun Yan's hand that was trying to pick up the meat again: "Don't worry, be careful of burning your mouth, and there is porridge, go over there and eat together !"

Aunt Yang made a bold move in making braised pork. There was still a lot of braised pork in a big pot. Divide it up, otherwise it would be cruel to just let the smell out and not eat the meat."

"Okay!" Aunt Yang put the green vegetables into the pot with a smile, and cooked him another dish of boiled green vegetables, so as not to be greasy.

"By the way," Yun Yan was about to leave with a plate in his hand, when he suddenly asked her, "Do you want to save some for Shu Heng?"

Before Aunt Yang answered, he denied it himself: "Forget it, if you don't keep it for him, he won't eat it if you keep it. Let's share it while it's hot. It won't taste good when it's cold."

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On the other side, Shen Shuheng, who was eating black truffle salad, stopped his fork, feeling a little unhappy suddenly.

In just a short time, Yun Yan got to know Aunt Yang well, and he didn't bother to go to the small restaurant. Instead, he and Aunt Yang sat at the small table where they usually eat in the back kitchen and ate happily.

Yun Yan sighed while eating: "Your skill is really inferior to staying here. You can't make such a delicious dish several times a year, right?"

"Young Master Shen doesn't eat heavy dishes." Aunt Yang was full before he came back, so she sat aside and continued to eat melon seeds: "But there is nothing wrong with it. It's not like I haven't stayed in a high-end hotel before. I am tired every day." I'm so tired, how free is it now? Shen Shao doesn't pick anything, and the salary is high, Ba Shi~~"

"Really?" Yun Yan felt a little surprised. Seeing her squinting her eyes and leaning on the small chair with a relaxed expression on her face, she knew that she was speaking the truth, "I always thought his stomach was hard to serve. , the butler told me that he is not in good health."

Yun Yan and Shen Shuheng were just married, and they were not familiar with each other before. Aunt Yang knew about it. She thought that it would be good for the "new wife" to know more about Shen Shuheng, so she poured out everything she knew to him.

"Don't worry too much," Aunt Yang reassured him, "Young Master Shen was really in poor health during the two years when his accident happened, but then he probably got better after taking care of himself. After so many years, I haven't seen him. Serious illness, at most it is just a fever, sometimes stomach pain, it will be fine in two days. In fact, there is no taboo about eating, but I like light. In the past, Shen Shao’s father liked to eat Western food, and he was raised by his family. It has been a habit for so many years, and it has not been changed."

Yun Yan regained his energy in an instant: "Have you followed Shu Heng for many years?"

"That's right." Aunt Yang had a look of nostalgia in her eyes: "I used to be at the Shen family when Young Master Shen's father was still there, and it's been more than ten years now."

Listening to what she said, Yun Yan recalled that old photo in his mind.

The family that was once so happy is now fragmented. After so many years, Shen Shuheng still continues the past habits, so he must still miss it.

"Actually, it's not that you can't eat greasy or spicy food." Yun Yan was distracted when she heard Aunt Yang's voice again, her expression was a little confused: "Sometimes when Madam Shen and Mr. I don’t think he doesn’t want to eat, and it’s okay to eat. He sometimes has stomach pains, but I’ve asked the doctor before... His stomach pains probably have nothing to do with eating. "

"Why is that?" Yun Yan stopped his chopsticks when he heard her talking.

"This... I can't tell, maybe it's because I'm not happy..." Aunt Yang sighed: "This person, when he is unhappy, he gets sick easily."

Yun Yan was a little taken aback.

Aunt Yang didn't say much, and changed the topic again, seeming a little frustrated: "It's been so many years, and I haven't figured out what he likes to eat, what he doesn't like to eat, what makes him uncomfortable... so to speak , It’s really a lack of sense of achievement.”

Aunt Yang was melancholy for a moment, then laughed again: "But there is nothing to complain about, Young Master Shen, in fact, he is not very picky eater, and he never makes things difficult for us. I just follow his usual recipes. But in the future You are here, just tell me what you want to eat, or my skills will be ruined!"

"Then I want to eat a lot," Yun Yan immediately continued with a smile, "Don't bother me then!"

"How can it be!" Aunt Yang scolded, "You like to eat, but I'm too happy!"

When Yun Yan almost finished his dinner, Ivan's exquisite dishes were still in progress.

The dinner seemed to be coming to an end, and the rest of the chefs seemed to have some free time. Aunt Yang hurriedly invited everyone to come over to eat braised pork. It would not take much time to taste a bite each.

While Ivan was busy with the work in hand, he glanced over there several times, and when Yun Yan saw it, he hurriedly turned his head back to look at his steamed eggs.

Yun Yan laughed secretly in his heart, thinking that he was really arrogant, he might have coveted braised pork for a long time, but he just didn't say it.

So he put two pieces on a plate, took a fork, walked up to Ivan and handed it to him: "Thanks for your hard work, why don't you take a break and try our Chinese home-cooked food?"

Ivan's Chinese is not good, and there is an interpreter on the side.

After listening to the translation, Ivan still hesitated.He hadn't eaten much Chinese food before, especially this kind of simple-looking, fat and red food, which looked... rather scary.

And I'm working, isn't it good to eat at this time?

But it is very fragrant.

"Try it," Yun Yan smiled at him, "Maybe you will like it?"

Looking at his bright smile, Ivan finally took the plate and fork from Yun Yan's hand, and asked, "What's this called?"

"Braised pork."

Ivan was a little hesitant when he looked at the big piece of fat, but he really couldn't help the tempting aroma, so he cautiously took a mouthful.

After chewing twice, his expression changed instantly, and he gave a thumbs up in amazement.

"Not bad right?"

Ivan nodded again and again, his eyes meowing at Aunt Yang frequently, and he seemed to want to study the cooking method of braised pork, but now the timing was not right, so he gave up.

After eating the meat, Ivan finally returned his attention to his work.

Delicate porcelain in the shape of several women's jade hands lifts the eggshell upwards, and inside the eggshell is a smooth steamed egg. Ivan carefully puts the top black caviar on the steamed egg, and picks small leaves from the parsley as a embellishment.

The beautifully shaped eggs are placed firmly on the plate, and Ivan holds the plate to serve~

He put the small steamed eggs in front of the guests one by one, and when he walked between a person from country A and Shen Shuheng, the guest from country A moved his nose: "What smells so fragrant? Huh? It doesn't seem to be the smell of eggs." ?”

Ivan froze for a moment—he shouldn't be able to resist the temptation! ! !

At this moment, Shen Shuheng heard the voice in the earphone——

"Oh, everyone is so reserved, there is still a lot of meat, Xiaoyan, do you still eat?"

Yun Yan immediately jumped up: "Leave me alone! I can—!"

The corner of Shen Shuheng's mouth twitched, and he looked at Ivan: "Braised pork?"

Ivan was stunned for a moment—it seemed to be the name he just heard from the young man.

So nodded.

Shen Shuheng tapped his fingers on the table and said concisely: "Come up and have a taste."

……

So, 10 minutes later, Yun Yan and Aunt Yang quietly leaned against the cooking table, looking at Ivan with strange expressions.

"What the hell is he going to do with the braised pork?"

"...Probably in order to maintain the overall style of this dinner."

"But he has damaged the original style of braised pork."

"Oh..." Aunt Yang sighed, "I recall the old legends in the village."

Yun Yan:?

"In the past, some villages had that kind of worship to gods, right? If someone gave birth to a beautiful girl, she had to keep it hidden. In case she was caught by a river god or something, she had to dress neatly and beautifully. Take it to sacrifice to the river god."

Yun Yan exclaimed: "This metaphor is good!"

Aunt Yang looked at the braised pork with pity: "My daughter...it's too miserable."

...Your daughter is pork...?

Yun Yan coughed lightly, didn't say anything, just nodded repeatedly: "Yes, it's too miserable."

They secretly sighed that it was over, but they didn't save the braised pork.

They watched as Ivan took out several delicate white bone china plates, placed a piece of braised pork in the center of each plate, and poured some sauce carefully.

He then liberally sprinkles white and black pepper on one side of the meat.

Next, he cut the lemon into small pieces and placed them on the side of the plate.

Still unsatisfied, he cut the matsutake into fine particles and scattered them loosely on the surface of the braised pork.

Finally, he garnished the dish with parsley.

A new dish is made.

Ivan went to serve again.

According to his habit, each original dish should have a unique name. Ivan stood aside and introduced it to everyone, saying that this dish was not made by himself, but by a Chinese cook. Meat", and then improved and recreated it himself.

If it wasn't for its alluring aroma, if someone hadn't handed it over to lure him to take the first bite, he would never have believed that a piece of ordinary pork could make such a delicacy.

Finally, he said the name of this dish, which translates to "the temptation of beauty."

Shen Shuheng's fork was about to break—whose temptation? ? ?

Ivan shivered for some reason, and hurried away to prepare the next dish.

Shen Shuheng cut up a large piece of braised pork, his mind was full of Aunt Yang's metaphor of "sacrificing the river god".

The Yun family "married" Yun Yan to him in exchange for the wealth and splendor of the Yun family, so similar...

He thought of Yun Yan wearing the clothes he bought for him, wearing the watch he gave him, living in his own house, completely unaware that his every move was under his control.

A secret joy suddenly rose in my heart.

He suddenly realized that Yun Yan was to him what that piece of braised pork was to chef Ivan, and it had attracted too much of his attention since it appeared.

At first, he just had people monitor Yun Yan and report important situations to him.

I don't know when, he no longer handed over the monitoring equipment to his subordinates.

From then on, no matter where Yun Yan was, it seemed to be in his palm.

The author has something to say: Heng Heng: You are my braised pork.

Yunyun:? ? ?Where did you learn the rustic love story? !

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The next chapter, tomorrow, that is, the 21st, this article will be entered into v!

I will update [-] words tomorrow, and I will try to update it earlier~ so stay tuned~

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