Chapter 6: Cooking

He walked in with his stuff.

Yan Zhun changed his slippers and walked towards the kitchen while saying to Zhao Ranran: "You live in my previous house. I only knew you were coming after get off work, and I didn't have time to clean up. I'll take it for you later to see what is missing."

Before moving, Zhao Ranran often followed her parents to Yan Zhun’s house to play. After listening to Yan Zhun’s words, she didn’t say anything. She went to the bedroom facing south with a familiarity, and then entered the house with a slam.

Yan Zhun came out of the kitchen and looked at the closed door of the bedroom, and didn't care about Zhao Ranran's little temperament.

He took his cell phone to the balcony, closed the door, called his mother, and reported that he had successfully completed the task.

Yan Zhun's mother was very happy and told him on the phone: "You are a brother. You usually give in to Ranran and don't quarrel with her. If she wants to eat, you can buy it for her. If you lack money, tell me, I'll give it to you."

Yan Zhun was so amused and laughed: "Don't worry, I'm so old that I can still quarrel with her. I have money, so you don't need to give it to me."

Yan Zhun's mother gave a few more instructions before hanging up the phone.

Yan Zhun went back to the house and changed his clothes. When he came out, he looked at the closed door opposite him, hesitated for a moment, and went over and knocked on the door.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Ranran pulled her slippers and opened the door, frowned and stared at Yan Zhun.

Yan Zhun looked at her attitude and wanted to make a few words. He said everything to his mouth. When he thought of his fucking advice, he swallowed it back.

"Apart from the pot and pork, do you have any other dishes you want to eat?"

Zhao Ranran glanced at Yan Zhun sideways and said, "You really plan to cook? With your skills, do you know anything other than instant noodles? Okay, don't worry, I'll eat biscuits when I'm hungry, I will definitely not eat the food you cooked! I'm afraid I'll be poisoned to death by you!"

The two families are too familiar with each other and know each other's true nature. Yan Zhun's mother is diligent and capable, and she is both inside and out. The two men in the family are not diligent in their bodies and are not divided into different grains.

Yan Zhun said angrily: "Okay, let's learn your practice. I'll do it myself. The meal will be ready later. I'll call you again."

These women are all a virtue!

When I don’t speak, I look at them all in a shiny way and it’s quite pleasing to the eye. This way I can make people vomit blood!

Yan Zhun was too lazy to talk to Zhao Ranran anymore. After explaining it in one sentence, he turned around and went into the kitchen.

He had never cooked much. He used to live with his parents, and his mother arranged three meals a day. Later, he lived by himself, and only rushed to eat takeout during weekend breaks, so he would cook the meal by himself. However, they were all simple, such as scrambled eggs with persimmons and scrambled cucumber slices. They were cooked without being cooked on the pot, and they could eat them.

But now it’s different. With the help of a full-level external cook, he feels like he’s getting better after thinking about it a little. Whether it’s matching dishes or chopping pieces and shredding, he’s done with it at will.

Pot-packed meat, tomato sauce and shrimp, fish-flavored shredded pork, mutton with scallions, seaweed egg flower soup.

Four dishes and one soup for two people is enough.

Zhao Ranran locked herself in the room, read the book absent-mindedly for a while, and couldn't help but flip through it everywhere.

This room used to be Yan Zhun's room. When she was young, she could come in and play for a while. When she grew up, she would not have to chase her out of suspicion.

It's still the same single bed, a desk that is half new and not old, a wardrobe, and two pots of crab claws that were raised on the windowsill. The flowers are gone and the flower pots are still there. I'm a little familiar with them wherever I look, and it's quite friendly.

Zhao Ranran didn't know what was wrong in her mind, but suddenly felt a little soft. She could hear the sound of cooking in the kitchen through the door panel, and the strong smell of food floated in, which smelled very fragrant.

Zhao Ranran was a little stunned and wanted to see what Yan Zhun had to harm the kitchen.

Zhao Ranran went into the kitchen and saw that the smoke inside was swaying and the fragrance was so strong.

Yan Zhun's cooking posture is extremely professional, the cut and sliced ​​knife is meticulous and neat, and the pot is picked up with firm arms, and the dishes are even and bright, horizontal and vertical, vertical and horizontal, five on the left and six on the right, which is quite rhythmic.

Zhao Ranran sniffed, and the pot of meat wrapped in the sweet and sour taste of the soup, which smelled so good.

Yan Zhun served the dish out of the pot. As soon as he turned around, he saw Zhao Ranran coming over at some point and tried to reach out to grab the meat buns.

"Bang!"

Yan Zhun patted Zhao Ranran without thinking, and a smile appeared on his face: "Have you washed your hands? Come and eat it! Why don't you eat biscuits tonight?"

Zhao Ranran was used to choking with him, and said in anger: "Rare! You're just a guy! Otherwise, why don't you dare let me taste it?"

Yan Zhun didn't beat the aggressive method at all and said with a smile: "That's right, it just looks good, so you can eat your biscuits, I'll just eat these dishes myself in a while, and you don't need to help you taste them."

Zhao Ranran was so angry that she stamped her feet and wanted to turn around and go back to the house, but her eyes were fixed on the dishes, so she couldn't move.

She felt like she was in a bad mood. Why did this dish look so appetizing and smell so fragrant?

Yan Zhun served the dishes and served himself a bowl of rice, but ignored Zhao Ranran.

When Zhao Ranran saw that he was really here, she could no longer hold on. She didn't care about her face anymore. She quickly took the dishes and chopsticks for herself, served the meal, ignored Yan Zhun's teasing gaze and ate with her head.

Yan Zhun glanced at Zhao Ranran and asked, "Ranran, this pot of meat is better than the one who likes the whole family, how about it?"

Zhao Ranran buried her face in the bowl and stewed the rice hard, muttering: "Well, it's delicious!"

Yan Zhun also tasted the dishes himself, and it was indeed delicious.

The meat on the pan is crispy on the outside and sweet, and the meat inside is tender, and the sauce is just right; the shrimps on tomato sauce are delicious and juicy, oily but not greasy; the fish-flavored shredded meat is salty, fresh and sweet, with rich onion, ginger and garlic; the mutton is fragrant, smooth and delicious, fresh and fragrant.

After eating a few dishes, drink a bowl of refreshing and delicious seaweed egg flower soup, leaving a fragrance on your mouth and endless aftertaste.

Zhao Ranran ate most of the pancake of pork and tomato shrimp, and used the fish-flavored shredded pork to bibimbap. She couldn't help but add another bowl of rice, ate all the remaining scallion and stir-fried lamb, and finally leaned on the back of the chair with satisfaction, and drank it in small sips with seaweed and egg flower soup. She had a great appetite.

She murmured to herself, with a sense of satisfaction in her voice: "Brother, when did you learn this craft? It's so delicious! I've never eaten such a delicious meal. I don't usually eat this green onion, but what you cook is delicious!"

Yan Zhun smiled and said, "Is it delicious?"

Zhao Ranran nodded vigorously: "It's delicious, especially delicious!"

Yan Zhun asked: "Do you still want to eat in the future?"

Zhao Ranran replied without thinking: "I want to eat! I really want to eat! Brother, you can cook for me if you see the gods in the future, I will be with you!"

Yan Zhun said funny: "Okay, then go wash the dishes."

Zhao Ranran rarely didn’t talk back and was lazy. She was happy to eat and was in a good mood. Just wash the dishes. As long as she could eat such delicious food, it wouldn’t be so uncomfortable to do some work.
Chapter completed!