Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit: 426, Xinxun [06] Come in and sit down

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Yan Tianxing's movements are like moving clouds and flowing water, and the dough is constantly changing in his hands. After a short time, the noodles have been slipped away.

He put the noodles out, sprinkled with clear oil, and then asked Mo Shangyun: "Which thickness do you want to eat?"

"Everything will do."

Mo Shangyun is really not picky about this.

So Yan Tianxing turned around and started to pull the noodles. This thing is a highly technical job, but in addition to a stronger sense of violation, there is nothing wrong with Yan Tianxing. He held both ends of the noodles with his hands, and stretched his arms outwards evenly. After folding the two in half, they were placed between the fingers of one hand. The other hand hooked out the end facing downwards. The palms were turned up to make the noodles form a noose. At the same time Stretch to both sides... Repeat this way.

Each fold in half is called "one buckle", and he chose thin noodles, which requires nine buckles.

Here, there seems to be no difficulty.

Mo Shangyun simply kicked the small bench over, and then sat on it, supporting his chin with one hand, looking up at Yan Tianxing's noodles, the fine noodles forming a little bit in his hands.

Don't have a taste.

Soon, Yan Tianxing pulled the noodles, nine buttons, no more, no more, thin noodles in his hand, soft and beautiful.

It is hard to imagine that such a pair of hands with a knife and a gun can actually do this kind of work.

After pulling the noodles, Yan Tianxing was about to boil hot water and put it in the pot, but Mo Shangyun enthusiastically said: "Do it again."

A squint at her, Yan Tianxing frowned, "You can't finish eating."

"You don't want to eat?" Mo Shangyun asked, raising his eyebrows.

"..."

It is fake to care whether he eats or not, and it is true to want to see him performing acrobatics.

I didn't want to pay attention to her, but her eager appearance was not as easy to pass. Yan Tianxing had a headache and picked up the noodles and continued to pull a bowl.

Thanks to the fact that he doesn't make a lot of portions, there will be no noodles left after two pulls.

The most rare operation is over. The next thing is Yan Tianxing's specialties. Mo Shangyun is not too rare to look again. He got up and stretched, holding a plate, and sneaking off to add a plate of kimchi. .

When Yan Tianxing cooked the noodles, Mo Shangyun successfully consumed a small piece of sour radish.

Yan Tianxing: "..."

The ramen he made is not as attractive as this kimchi?

I don't know what to think of, Yan Tianxing's face suddenly turned dark. He picked up the prepared ramen and walked to Mo Shangyun, put the noodles on the small table in front of her, and moved the kimchi plate away a little bit, whether it was deliberate or unintentional.

"Thanks."

Mo Shangyun is not welcome, picking up his chopsticks and eating.

Don't tell me, although it was the first time he did it, it tasted good.

Compared with authenticity, it is definitely not that taste, but compared with real novices, it is one or two grades higher.

The warm noodles were delivered to my mouth. In this hot summer, I was sweating in a blink of an eye. Just as Mo Shangyun wanted to wipe it off, Yan Tianxing dropped a pack of paper towels over and Mo Shangyun reached for it. , Thanked again.

Yan Tianxing returned to the stove and cooked a bowl of noodles for himself.

However, when the noodles were about to be served out of the pot, two figures flashed outside from the corner of my eyes, clearly one foot was about to step in, but as soon as they saw him, they turned around and left.

When Yan Tianxing was feeling upset, his voice suddenly cooled down, "Don't come in and sit down?"

"Instructor Yan!"

"Instructor Yan!"

Subei and Ding Jing stopped one after another, turned around and stood at the door, and then greeted Yan Tianxing solemnly.

But at the same time, I didn't forget to communicate with the corner of my eye.

——Didn’t you say that all the cooks are gone?

——Yan Tianxing and Mo Shangyun are not cooks either, the ghost knows they are meeting here? !

Ding Jing rolled his eyes in the Northern Subei Dynasty.

Ding Jing snorted coldly.

The rare friendship between the two of them disappeared without a trace.

"What are you here for?" Yan Tianxing asked.

"Foraging."

Mo Shangyun lifted his eyelids and answered for the two of them.

These two guys are nothing promising after all, and you know what they are doing at a glance.

Yan Tianxing glanced at Mo Shangyun coolly.

I was so uncomfortable being stared at, Mo Shangyun tilted his head and said thoughtfully, "Report?"

Yan Tianxing: "..."

The atmosphere between the two people is as always...complicated.

There was still a blazing sun above her head, Ding Jing didn't intend to stay where she was, and opened her mouth and said: "Then what, if it's okay, let's go."

As a result, before I had time to turn around, I heard a slightly smiling voice behind me, "It's all here, why are you in a hurry?"

Step by step.

"..."

Ding Jing cast a slanted look at Subei.

Subei looked at her, frowning slightly.

This... she really doesn't know!

Ding Jing raised his eyebrows, then raised his leg and walked into the operating room.

Compared to Subei, she believes in Mo Shangyun more.

"Is there anything to eat?" Ding Jing walked directly to Mo Shangyun while avoiding Yan Tianxing in a circle.

Mo Shangyun glanced in Yan Tianxing's direction.

Ding Jing didn't hold any hope, found a stool and sat in front of Mo Shangyun, and took a pair of chopsticks to eat the plate of kimchi.

At this time, Bu Yirong and Subei didn’t know what they said, they just walked in. Bu Yirong said a few words with Yan Tianxing, and then borrowed the pot of soup made by Mo Shangyun. North cook some noodles or something.

Yan Tianxing didn't care.

He is so blatantly opening a small stove to Mo Shangyun, and he can't control who it is.

"Fuck."

Ding Jing grumbled while biting her cheek, then bit down the crunchy radish.

Grandma is a bear, what does she look like with such a light bulb here? !

Mo Shangyun glanced at her pityingly, "Didn't you eat in the cafeteria?"

"Nothing."

Ding Jing answered badly.

She and Subei met 907 people on the road. They happened to be Zhong Lingyue, Du Wuwei, and Ji Shen. After the exercises in the previous few days, the Liangzi on both sides must have been formed, neither of them What kind of stubble, if you encounter it, it is impossible to sit down peacefully and chat and drink tea, and of course you will stand up.

No, I lost some time and missed lunch.

The fateful thing is that even if there are guests, 907's meal time is fixed. Once the time is over, there will be no food.

Zhong Lingyue, Du Wuwei and others resigned themselves to their fate, but Subei and Ding Jing were never "fate" people. In the past, in GS9, they could come and go freely in the cooking class. It was even more unscrupulous in other people's homes, and now after a circle outside, after making sure that all the cooks were not in the operating room, the two of them came so blatantly.

Unexpectedly, I met Mo Shangyun and Yan Tianxing.

Oh no, there is one more step to follow.

The first and second in command of GS9 are here, and she is afraid that her meal will not be delicious.

At any rate, there is a little kimchi to fill her poor stomach.

Mo Shangyun smiled and raised his head towards Bu Yi Rong and asked: "Instructor Bu, is it for three people?"

"Not enough points."

Take out the leftover noodles from the cooking squad and replied with a smile.

"So partial, okay?"

Bu Yirong glanced at Yan Tianxing with a smile, and then asked, "Really?"

Subei came over, reached out and grabbed a dried radish into his mouth, and said, "Don't worry, he has eaten it."

The implication is that the servings for the two are made for her and Ding Jing, and they are not allowed to eat.

Mo Shangyun shrugged.

Thinking that dried radish tastes good, Subei asked: "Are there any more?"

"Over there."

Mo Shangyun pointed to the location of the kimchi jar.

Picking up the kimchi plate that was almost eaten, Subei grabbed the chopsticks in Ding Jing's hand and walked directly to the kimchi jar.

Mo Shangyun delivered ramen to his mouth with satisfaction.

"Why do your noodles look different?" Ding Jing looked at the noodles on both sides.

"Instructor Yan pulled it," Mo Shangyun said with a smile, and raised his eyebrows towards Yan Tianxing, "right?"

Yan Tianxing put the bowls and chopsticks on the table, and then sat down beside her.

However, she ignored her.

Mo Shangyun just laughed.

Who doesn't know he is upset?

"This is fine too," Ding Jing said sincerely, "Instructor Yan is good craftsmanship."

"..."

Yan Tianxing also ignored her.

Ding Jing shrugged, and now he has become accustomed to things that are difficult to communicate with Yan Tianxing.

During the time Bu Yirong gave them the noodles, two plates of kimchi came up from the north of Jiangsu. Subei and Ding Jing ate the kimchi for the tooth-making festival. Mo Shangyun would also eat it with them, but occasionally they would give it to Yan Tianxing. Clip it a bit. ——Sometimes, accomplices are necessary

However, although Yan Tianxing was very upset, all the kimchi was in the bowl, and he didn't refuse, so they were all eaten.

Ding Jing and Subei winked.

Tsk tusk tusk...

This scene is really an unspeakable weirdness.

There were ready-made noodles, and Bu Yirong quickly made two bowls, and then served them to Subei and Ding Jing.

He stood beside Subei, straightened her training hat, which was crooked by the heat, and said: "After eating, go find me."

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It’s been a long time since I wrote daily, I’m a little addicted, (ノへ￣,)

Xinxun is afraid that he will have to wait for a while.

There is one more chapter.