Transmigrator Meets Reincarnator Chapter 24: : It ’s over.
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The Chaoshi in front of her eyes looked simple but exudes a seductive scent. He Sanlang unconsciously thought that when he opened the door of the study last night, he came to the gorge eating.
It smells okay, but is it really delicious?
In spite of his unwillingness to believe, Ke Changchang couldn't help but pick up the spoon in front of him and stirred it in a delicate blue and white porcelain bowl. The swatches that looked like ingots fluttered in the thick soup. Among them, the green scallion that was sprinkled slightly floated like aquatic plants in a clear pool of water. A richer flavor impacted his sense of smell. Live secretion fluid.
He Changyu held his spoon for a few seconds, and his deep amber eyes were heavy and he didn't know what he was thinking. He looked like Gui Yan and Ming Yan who were waiting on the side were nervous. The ground couldn't help swallowing.
However, He Changzheng finally picked a hand with a spoon and let it cool down and put it into his thin lips.
He narrowed his eyes, a handsome face hangs down slightly, bites the white fat manipulator, and after the taste and soup in it occupy his taste, he has a moment of stiffness, and then his lips move slightly.
He Sanlang's dark eyelashes captured the look of fluctuations in his eyes, and no one noticed the flashing and doubting of his eyes.
After eating two hands, he pointed to the scallion cake next to him.
The etiquette of his meals is impeccable, his movements are beautiful, and no other emotions can be seen on his face, making Gui Yan and several geese completely unable to understand his thoughts and thoughts.
Seeing that he was pointing at the scallion cake, Ming Yan had to bite his scalp and help him to tear the scented cake of oil yellow into small pieces, put it in a saucer aside, and brought it to his hand.
He Changyu didn't say anything. Instead, he stretched his chopsticks and put a small piece on it. First, he put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed slightly, as if he was trying to tell if the taste was not suitable for his appetite.
His thick eyebrows, like a sword, were slightly raised, so he put the cake in his mouth.
This scallion cake is different from the pot helmets and other cakes that I have eaten in the past. It is a thin piece with a slightly crispy outer shell and a soft waxy salty fragrance inside.
He Saburo was satisfied, but his face was not obvious at all. He just pointed at the onion cake.
Ming Yan's mouth was slightly open, but he didn't dare to say much. He went up and tore a whole piece of onion oil cake into small pieces and put them in a small dish.
So, He Sanlang took his face Gao Lengjun who was not allowed to enter, and sat in front of the table without expression, eating the delicious food he had eaten for the first time.
If his chopsticks were stretched a bit more frequently, and his mouth squirmed a bit faster, the copying hands and scallion cakes in front of him were rapidly decreasing. I am afraid no one would know that he liked this simple meal.
Chu Yan finally changed into a light blue dress, and sorted out some messy hairpins, wiped the sweat on his face and neck with a wet pad, and sat on the bed and shook the ball fan in his hand twice. Then I feel more comfortable.
It's not the hottest time of the year, already is so difficult, Chu Xuan sighed, ready to wait for the Korean food, and ask Gui Yan if you can get some ice to relieve the heat in the bedroom.
Get up, leave the bedroom, and enter the flower hall.
I saw He Sanlang sitting straight and thin at the table.
Chu Yan's frown frowned. He just didn't notice it. Now he looks at him. The dress robe worn by He Changzhen today is also light blue.
These two look a bit like "couples".
Chu Yi just froze for a moment, and didn't think about it any more. Gui Yan and a few girls in the hall squatted down to salute her. Chu Yi waved her hand, but she just met her tangled eyes.
Chu Yun was puzzled. He tilted his head and looked at Gui Yan, and Gui Yan pursed his lips again and didn't speak.
Seeing her like this, Chu Yan no longer cares a lot, but walks to the table with a skirt.
Behind He Sanlang, you can hear the slight sound of the spoon touching the wall of the bowl. Chu Kun knows that he is eating the Korean food he made, bulging his cheeks and glaring at his back.
I want to taunt him.
"Fu Jun, aren't you ..." Chu Yan said as he walked, but as soon as he reached the table, he couldn't even speak in shock at the scene in front of him.
This ... this Kaburo was ... a foodie!
Looking at his elegant appearance, but the amount of food was too good, he had eaten half of the copy of a bowl of rice, and he did n’t say that the five onion cakes beside him were three less ...
Look, he's still eating the fourth onion cake!
No wonder Gui Yan just looked so strangely at her.
Chu's mouth couldn't help twitching.
Sitting next to He Sanlang with a strange expression, he pursed his lips, and first let Ming Yan hurry to give herself a bowl of copying. She was afraid that she would enter He Sanlang's stomach late.
Ming Yan is also embarrassingly tight. After she copied hands to Chu Yi, she quickly retreated to the corner.
Chu Yi clipped the remaining piece of cake to his own plate and mumbled, "Dare to love yesterday's two food containers, they really entered your belly."
He Changyi was surprised, how could she not hear the voice outside her string? This is because he hates eating too much, it is a rice bucket!
He Sanlang glanced at Chu Zhe with his deep eyes, and he was happy to eat, and he spared her this time, not to care about her.
Chu Xi saw that he was not talking, and thought it would be boring to ridicule him, she was not a small-bellied chicken intestine.
So I concentrated on eating today's eclipse.
Since she changed her clothes for a while, already is not hot now, and she eats just right.
Scallion oil cake is two palms large. Ming Yan wants to help her to tear the cake into small pieces like He Changyu, but she is stopped by Chu Yi.
This cake was taught by Grandma. Naturally, no one understands it better than Grandma. Ming Yan retreats at ease.
There is also a small saucer on the table, which I do n’t know what to make, and freshly-sliced radish shreds cut into small pieces. Chu Xi took a half spoon of the spoon and wiped it on the golden pancake, and then clamped Put some shredded radish on top, and finally stack the cake, then clamp it and send it to the cherry mouth.
Although the two did not speak at the dining table, they were both eating quietly, but the light in the corner of He Changyu's eyes had been glancing at Chu's movements.
Seeing that she was eating cakes like this, he froze slightly, and then a pair of light eyes looked at the big cake dish that already emptied.
Your eyes were gloomy, as if with a touch of disappointment.
Chu Xi focused on dealing with the scallion cake on the plate in front of her, but did not care about Saburo's eyes.
Because there is no suitable vegetable oil, the quality of flour is not as good as modern ones. The fried pancakes are not as delicious as they are. Chu Chu is also not like to eat greasy, so he will inevitably frown when eating. .
He Saburo was paying attention to her every move, and of course her frowning action fell into her eyes.
He often felt a little unhappy in his heart.
He took the jade chopsticks and glanced at the torn cake in the small saucer beside him, but after a brief pause, he grabbed a stretched arm and put it on the saucer with sauce on the table. Then put it in your mouth.
Well ... it ’s more delicious than eating it alone. Although the sauce is a bit salty, it has a umami flavor. I do n’t know what it ’s made of.
He Saburo, who got the fun, ate a few pieces of cake in this way, and after eating, he took a meaningful look at the bright geese who were waiting on the other side.
Ming Yan was shaken by his deep eyes, he lowered his head in a hurry, and the sound of breathing became lighter.
Chu Yi, who was concentrating on dealing with a few copyists in the bowl, didn't find these "little moves."
The last piece of scallion cake, Chu Yan, has n’t finished yet. Only half of it is put on the plate.
Ming Yan saw that Chu Yan pushed open the bowl, apparently it looked like a pair of already full, and quickly took a wet pad to wipe her hands.
Before Chu Chang took the puppet in Ming Yan's hand, he pointed at the table in front of her with a long forefinger, and then his low voice rang, "Eat."
Chu Xi: ...
Looking down at the cake in the saucer, already is a little bit cold, and the taste is even worse than the one just made. Chu Yan felt that she had no appetite, and would not eat it anymore, and what happened to He Saburo, even if she didn't want to talk to her, she could usually treat her as if she hadn't heard her, but now she's controlling her diet. She did not forget that he had deliberately prevented her from eating last night.
"Do not eat, I'm full on already."
In fact, it wasn't He Changzheng who refused to let Chu Yu leave, but in his eyes, leaving such delicious meals was equivalent to crime, so he was unwilling to look at Chu Xu so "bad" food.
"A lot of people do n’t want to eat, they finish."
Chu Yan's eyebrows twisted slightly, and her mood began to worsen, but it was a piece of scallion cake, even if she could n’t finish it. Do you have to force yourself to eat it, and the troubled body is uncomfortable, so that you can suffer? ?
"If you do n’t want to eat, you have to eat it, you can eat it yourself!"
After hearing Grandma ’s words, Gui Yan, who was serving next to them, had weird faces on their faces.
Then what made them even more unacceptable.
He Sanlang no longer insisted on persuading Chu Yi to eat the rest of the cake, but after taking a deep look at her, he stretched out his long arm over the blue and white patterned porcelain plate in front of Chu Yi, using jade chopsticks Clipped it and sent it to his mouth.
The pie is a little bit cold and delicious, but the pie with sauce and crispy radish is more flavorful.
He Changxun finished eating the remaining half of Chu Yi's cake in a few bites ...
His sudden move stopped Chu Yan and the people in the room.
Chu Yi looks strange in his face. Isn't this guy disgusting her? How to eat her leftovers without any psychological burden, I really saw a ghost!
After swallowing the last bite of bread, He Sanlang seemed to have just reacted to what he had just done. He had a chilly cold face and froze slightly, glanced at Chu Yan who had wide black eyes, quickly got up and stayed. The next sentence, "I go to the front yard," left with long legs.
Chu Yan turned his head to look at his slender back. Somehow, he just found a hint of desertion.
He Sanlang stepped out of the yard in a hurry and waited until the front yard study, which slowed down his pace. He stretched out his fingers and stroked his stomach with his slender fingers. The self-restrained self has eaten up ...