Eighty-fifth bowl of soup (seven)

S looked at her impatiently: "I have heard a lot of your lies."

Qinghuan said sincerely: "I don't know what happened between the man named Envy and you, but before we get along, I think we should get to know each other. Hello, my name is Qinghuan."

S was unable to understand the strange words she wrote in his palm. He stared at her for a while, and then stared at her with those dark eyes: "Prove it to me."

"What?"

"Since you are not her, then show me." S said, "If I were to find out that you deceived me again, this time, I would even burn your soul to ashes."

Qinghuan spread his hands and put his hands in. The little one was white and tender, smiling sweetly: "No need to prove it, you will find it if you give you time." There can't be two identical people in the world, even parallel spaces, which is impossible. Qinghuan doesn't know who the person who looks the same as her before was, but she can be sure that since she met S, something must have happened.

But Qing Huan stayed because she stayed. After she stayed, she realized that she had nothing to do. Not only her, but even S, what she had to do every day was nothing more than reading, sleeping, eating, eating, sleeping, reading. In this hall, it seemed that no one would come in.

If S's life has always been like this, then she can actually understand why he left a person who betrayed him by his side. Because only this person can "exist" by his side, there are indeed people who enjoy loneliness in this world, but most people are more willing to be with him. If she stays here day after day, it is not surprising that S's personality will be so weird.

Qinghuan sat cross-legged on the ground, supporting his right hand to look at S who was reading a book. He focused his eyes. The room was very, very large, and the whole room showed a trend of gathering upwards. There were bookshelfs all around, and the bookshelf was full of books. There was only a table leaning against the window. S wore a pair of gold-framed glasses and a quill in his hand. He had been watching this for more than ten hours.

He kept Qing Huan, but he never took the initiative to talk to her, and he would not feel bored. It seemed that as long as this person was with him, he didn't need Qing Huan to talk to him. This was how he spent every moment he stayed in the hall.

Qing Huan flipped through these books, and in addition to reading the history and terrain of the continent, she never opened the remaining books such as medicine and magic. She held her chin and read S for a long time, until he finished reading a book and raised his head from the book, and asked, "Are you tired?"

“Not tired.”

With a slightly raised finger, the book he had read automatically returned to the bookshelf, and another new one spread out in front of him. Seeing that he seemed to want to read it again, Qinghuan stood up and slapped it on the book: "Stop reading it, I'm hungry."

S's brow frowned slightly, and his gloomy black eyes stared at Qinghuan. If Qinghuan hadn't had strong psychological quality, she would have been frightened by the perverted serial killer's eyes and her legs were weak. She reached out and pinched S's face, "If you are not hungry, at least give me the freedom to go out, right?"

S said: "Envy never bothers me."

"Then this is one of the differences between me and her." Qing Huan simply put his books together. "Please understand that I am an ordinary person. I can't do it if I don't eat or drink for more than ten hours."

It's a waste of time, S thinks.

But he still sat at the dining table and watched her eat, which made S unable to understand. Are these foods really so delicious? In his opinion, the food doesn't matter the taste, as long as it can maintain physiological functions, it is enough.

Qing Huan was eating a pudding when she heard S's question unconsciously and replied: "No matter what, you have to eat, enjoy it and eat it whole. Since the final result is the same, why not make the process more comfortable?"

S was unquestionable about her remarks. The two sat at both ends of the long dining table, with such a long distance between them, and it was thanks to Qinghuan's words that he could hear clearly.

After dinner, S entered the study again. Qinghuan also liked reading, but she had never been as crazy as S. She was reading almost every minute and every second. What was the structure of his mind? However, this time he didn't let her go with her. When Qinghuan walked across the table, she found that S's food was almost motionless. You must know that he hadn't even drunk water all day, but he ate a little bit at dinner. After seeing her eating behavior, you can imagine what would happen if he was alone. No wonder those people were surprised when she asked someone to prepare supper.

It's really a waste of time.

Since S did not ask her to accompany her, Qinghuan was walking around the hall and accidentally found that behind a pillar was the kitchen, but it was empty inside and no one could use it. She immediately ran to the door of the temple and asked someone to deliver kitchen utensils. She hadn't cooked for a long time and her hands were itchy. She didn't have time to taste the evil ghost cake steamed in the village before. She didn't know what it tasted, and would Linglong like it.

The vegetables are fresh, the knives are complete, and there are even an apron. It can be said that the preparation is very sufficient.

Scoop a spoonful of noodles, add water and make dough, roll it into dough, then cut it into squares, and form neatly into a pile. The flour is spread on the cutting board, and the coriander and pork are chopped very finely. Add a small handful of shrimp skin to enhance the flavor, beat a raw egg, sprinkle with seasonings and stir the filling evenly. There are not many ingredients used, but because the ingredients are very fine and fresh, the taste of the food itself is retained.

The wrapped wontons were cooked in broth and then taken out and put them in an ice bucket. Take this opportunity to cut the tender bamboo shoots into shreds, drizzle them with sesame oil, a little chili oil, a little sesame seeds, and then make them up with green and red chili shreds. They smelled fresh, spicy and very attractive. Qinghuan couldn't help but take a bite, and was immediately conquered by the sweet taste of bamboo shoots. Even for these foods, she would protect the world well.

After the wontons were cooled, heated the pan and poured oil, arranged the wontons neatly, fryed one side to golden brown and turned over. Qinghuan found a beautiful plate, arranged the dozen fried wontons in a flower, and put the cold bamboo shoots together in the tray. There was also a bowl of pumpkin porridge that was now thick when making wontons.

Most of the food on this mainland is raw and cold. Even the steak is cooked 70% cooked, and the eggs are even yolks that will flow out as soon as the eggs are poked. Qinghuan doesn't like this way of eating. Now that you can cook by yourself, that's really great.

Unexpectedly, S was still reading a book. As soon as Qinghuan entered, he noticed it. If he didn't even raise his head, today it was a bit different...

What's the difference...

He looked at the fragrance, his eyes did not stop on Qinghuan, but stared at the tray in her hand: "What is that?"

"You didn't eat much supper, this is the late supper I made for you." She said in great sincerity.

S was rare not to dislike her, but looked at her very seriously: "Midnight snack?"

It can be seen that he must have never had the habit of having midnight snacks.

Qinghuan pushed his book aside, "Do you want to eat it?"

S stared at it for a few seconds: "Can you eat it?"

"Don't you think it smells very fragrant?" The poor child had never seen the world. Qinghuan really wanted to reach out and rub the hair of the other person's hair, "This is for you."

S didn't know how to use chopsticks at all. His fingers were slender and beautiful, but unfortunately he was holding the chopsticks in a strange and weird way. Qinghuan laughed. It was obvious that those hands could easily control the life and death of others, but it was difficult to eat fried wontons. They always picked up and slide down, and then slid down. When he was impatient to grab them, Qinghuan took away the chopsticks in his hand, picked up a fried golden wonton, and drank a little vinegar to his mouth: "Open your mouth."

"..." Actually, I didn't want to listen to her, but the taste of the food was very different from what he had eaten before and it smelled very fragrant, which made S a little confused. In the end, he opened his mouth.

After biting it, the golden and crispy dough and the plump and juicy meat filling inside perfectly blended together. The fresh meat filling of shrimp skin, coupled with the faint sourness and burnt on the edges of the dough, made people swallow their tongues.

Qinghuan is very confident in her cooking skills, after all, she has lived for so long.

She fed S one by one to eat cleanly. He ate all the cold bamboo shoots and pumpkin porridge. The cold-toned study was filled with the fragrance of food for the first time. People's mood would get better after eating and drinking. I don't know if it was Qinghuan's illusion, but I always felt that S's dark circles were much lighter and that people looked much more pleasing to the eyes.

"Do you want to drink tea?" Qing Huan asked, "They also brought tea just now."

S thought about it and nodded.

So she put away the used tableware and turned away from the study, leaving S alone, picked up the pen and opened the book for a long time and didn't know what to read and write, because she was still savoring the fried wontons she had just eaten. It was obviously very ordinary ingredients... why did it taste completely different? If he ate such things every day, he would be very happy...

From this day on, Qinghuan cooked three meals a day and a midnight snack for S. Sure enough, food was one of the best ways to increase favorability, but only half a month. When she made delicious food in different ways, S was no longer cold to her, and she was just humming her with her mouth. Otherwise, she would be the high priest who wanted to kill her!

Now S is just like the little ones she raises. When she sees her coming in at mealtime, her eyes lit up and she is particularly punctual.

Because some dishes take a long time to cook, S gave Qinghuan privileges, and she no longer had to stay with him in the study room for a whole day. Apart from not being able to leave the temple, Qinghuan was basically free.

Problems that can be solved with food are not called problems.
Chapter completed!