Breaking Through the Clouds: 88.Chapter 88

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Jiang Ting’s culinary skill level, if replaced by the same amount, is almost the same as Han Xiaomei’s professional level as a criminal policeman-rich theoretical knowledge and fewer practical opportunities; although there are shining points, he has made a full-fledged full seat Is impossible.

Fortunately, Yan Xiu’s purpose is to make Jiang stop in his parents' hearts to add points, not to surprise the four with the superb skills of the five-star chef, so:

"The beef stew with potatoes was good last night. Let me cook it again. I'll let them bring the snowflake wagyu for sashimi. The fried prawns are delicious. I called and asked them about the New Zealand deep-sea crayfish. No, pick up the most high-end one to give you two catties. Ah, tomato scrambled eggs! My dad and I love to eat! Throw away the carton of eggs at home. I asked someone to send Turkish imported eggs to your door. Go and boil the water to prepare the tomatoes. ,Quick!"

Jiang Ting: "..."

Half an hour later, the doorbell rang, and Yan Xi, like a soldier hearing the horn of the charge, bounced up and rushed towards the door, moving the box back and forth into the kitchen, filled with all kinds of high-end ingredients.

Jiang Ting looked at the kitchen full of raw materials for the hotel, and the corners of his mouth twitched, unable to speak a word.

Yan Xi once again proved with practical actions: What money can solve is nothing wrong, and any weakness or shortcoming in the process of practice can be solved with money.

"That's not right, Jiang Ting, didn't you tell me to put the beef in water to remove the blood, I read the tutorial, it is best not to wash the beef, otherwise it will lose the flavor?"

Jiang Ting turned over the fried prawns without even lifting his head. He grabbed Yan Xiu’s mobile phone and turned the page of "Charcoal Steak" in his new cooking tutorial app to the page of "Stew Beef". Tuck it back into his arms.

"Oh oh..." Yan Xiomao paused, tears in his eyes, and continued struggling to chop onions.

Yan Xiu boils water, washes vegetables, cuts peppers, and picks up shrimp threads, just like a worker bee buzzing and flapping its wings, flying to the pool for a while, and then to the stove. Father and mother Yan, who had never worked in the kitchen in this life, probed their heads at the kitchen door, and saw his son and "daughter-in-law" turning around the pot intimately. The scene was extremely harmonious and beautiful. It looked like an advertisement for Mrs. Le Chicken Essence on TV. She couldn't help feeling for a while. Thousands.

"You put the pressure cooker out of the air, and later take a bowl of beef stew out of the pot." Jiang Ting poured the sauce on the fried prawns one last time, while instructing Yan Xiu: "Bring out the scrambled eggs with tomatoes. The rice will be simmered for a few more minutes, come back and bring me a bottle of water, I am thirsty."

Yan Xiu’s eyeballs almost fell on the pot of red fragrant prawns. He took the dishes to the outside table one step at a time. He came back and brought a bottle of iced mineral water. He took a big sip. When Jiang Ting raised his head, he grasped his chin with clear eyes and quick hands, and then fed it in from mouth to mouth.

"Um..."

Jiang Ting was caught off guard against being attacked. The spatula raised a large shrimp, drew a parabola in the air, and hit Yan Xi with a snap. The agile Deputy Yan Detachment was not frightened, and grabbed the shrimp on the spot and swallowed it into his mouth, hot and gasping.

Jiang stopped hurriedly covering his mouth, his temples jumped: "...is it delicious?!"

"Well, it's delicious." Yan Xiu glanced out, then leaned closer and whispered, "You are more delicious."

Jiang Ting: "..."

Yan Xi was triumphant in Jiang Ting's blank expression, and shoveled the fried prawns out of the pot with his own hands, humming a small note and brought them out.

After a short while, Yan Xiu personally put the rice on the plate, looking at a table of steaming dishes, as if the head of the family announced with majesty: "The meal!"

Father and mother Yan has raised this waste-chai son for more than 30 years. Today, for the first time, I ate the food made by my son himself, and tears filled my heart: "It's delicious! It's delicious!" "Okay." Craftsmanship!"

Father Yan looked at the scrambled egg between the chopsticks and sighed: "Cui Cui-look at the color and smell, I have never seen such a good scrambled egg with tomatoes in my life!"

Ms. Zeng Cuicui was full of emotions, her heart was ups and downs, she didn't even realize that these words were full of countless slots overflowing the screen.

Jiang Ting's eyebrows couldn't help twitching, so he pretended to support his forehead and raised his hand to cover his face. Yan Xiu glanced at him triumphantly, which means you see how much my parents like you, then got up and went to the wine cabinet to pick up a bottle of wine and poured it on his father himself.

"From now on, you will be an adult," the touched father Yan said to Deputy Captain Yan, "You have to work hard and live your life well, understand?"

Yan Xiu raised his glass and solemnly said: "Understand."

Mother Yan took Jiang Ting's hand: "Two people live under the same roof. They should get along well, don't quarrel and fight, understand?"

Jiang Ting thought that I couldn't beat Yan Xiu again. Besides, there is no one who beats other people's homeowners for nothing, so he nodded and responded: "Understood."

I don't know if it was Jiang Ting's illusion. He clearly saw Ms. Zeng Cuicui's eyes gleaming with complex, comforting and loving eyes, as if the mother leaning on the delivery bed was looking at the second child she had just given birth to.

"Come, come, drink and drink." Father Yan patted his son on the shoulder, then stood up and poured a shallow glass of red wine for his wife and "daughter-in-law". Meimei, good! Good!"

Everyone toasted together. As soon as Jiang Ting felt something was wrong, Yan Xi held his hands and forcibly clinked the glasses. The dining table was filled with a harmonious and affectionate atmosphere.

Father Yan has been banned by his wife for a long time, and finally found a legitimate reason to "relatively have a drink" with his son. The father and son blew two bottles of Moutai before finishing a meal. Yan Xiu, a police officer who was bound by the Ministry of Public Security’s five prohibitions, hasn’t had a good drink for a long time. He drinks much less than his father, so he gets half a bottle down and immediately puts on his face; the still-satisfied father Yan wanted to find his daughter-in-law to blow him up, and his wife wore high heels. With one kick, I immediately became sober for the most part.

Yan Xi pushed his dad with both hands: "No, no, it's over fifty degrees. He is not in good health and can't drink. I'll come." He couldn't help but grabbed the bottle and drank it.

"You can't drink anymore, it's true that if you have a father, you must have a son!" Ms. Zeng Cuicui dragged her husband's back collar with disgust, took a shot of the wine glass, and held Jiang Ting, who was about to get up and clean up. , Call the driver waiting downstairs to come up and clean up the mess. Yan's father was still clamoring that he would have two more drinks with "Comrade Xiaolu", and was dragged to the door by his wife's ears: "Talking a fart, your son is drinking like this, do you want to put them both down? ?! Go home after eating!"

Jiang Ting immediately got up and put on his shoes, and said, "I will send it off to my uncle and aunt."

Sit down on a chair, Yan Xi gushed cold tea, his face flushed and said: "I--I will go too, I didn't--I didn't drink too much!"

Mother Yan couldn't laugh or cry, she slapped her son in a slap, took Jiang Ting's hand and turned around and went out, leaving the two father and son behind, supporting each other.

This expensive and strictly-managed community has no people on the road in the afternoon. The Yan family’s car is parked outside the gate. All the way, Yan Xiu shouts from behind: "Hey—Mom, what are you doing with him? My dad! Hey, take my dad!" As he put the drunk father into his mother's hands, he took him back to Jiang Ting, and forced the brothers to hook up and carry them on their backs.

Mother Yan just opened the car door and couldn't help but turn her finger on her husband's red forehead, gritted her teeth and said: "Why did I marry you like an animal?!"

Father Yan's tongue is big, holding his wife's hand tightly: "Boy damn, I am happy today... You have married me for so many years..."

Mother Yan was busy breaking free, and poked Yan Xiu's forehead with another finger: "Why did I give birth to you such a wicked obstacle?!"

"I'm gone," Yan Xiu leaned on the crocks of the road crookedly, with one hand in his trouser pocket, and the other on Jiang Ting's shoulders, looking at his muscular mother indifferently: "Quickly go back. Home, don’t delay on the way, don’t visit me often, don’t scold my dad when you go home, ah."

Mother Yan said angrily: "It's better to raise a pig! Xiao Lu, I'll bother you. I'll come to see you later. We're all right, so remember to come to our house to play in the future!"

Jiang Ting was afraid of calling out more words from Yan Xiu, so he nodded politely, and sent Yan's parents to the car. Watching the car start, suddenly the rear window was lowered again, revealing the face of a mother who was eager to speak.

"Mom, what do you want to say?"

Mother Yan hesitated again and again, took out her mobile phone and quickly sent a text message, Yan Xiu's mobile phone rang.

"Remember to read my news later!" Yan mother insulted and turned to Jiang Ting: "Xiao Lu, thank you today! Be sure to visit me and his dad next time!"

"..." Jiang Ting's eyelids jumped wildly again, and just couldn't help but reiterate his pure friendship with Yan Xiu again, the car went away suddenly, leaving only a whirl of smoke on the spot. .

"What the **** did Auntie send you?"

Yan Xiu took out the phone and turned it on, and the screen showed the latest WeChat from the old and beautiful Zeng Cuicui:

[Live your life well, support and trust each other, two young people should pay attention to temperance! Your mother. 】

"..." Jiang Ting suddenly furious: "You didn't explain to your parents at all, did you?!"

Yan Xi hurriedly covered his mouth: "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Yan Xiu leaned against Jiang Ding drunkly and walked back along the long boulevard of the community. He is like a human-shaped sandbag exuding alcohol. He drags his feet every step he takes, and shamelessly presses most of his weight on Jiang Ting’s shoulders. He still mumbles unclearly: "I'm telling you. My parents are ready to recognize you as a daughter-in-law. Didn’t you see how much they like you? It’s all my idea to cook at home. Why don’t you hurry up and thank me?..."

Jiang Ting said coldly: "You found them on purpose from the beginning?"

Yan Xiu: "Oh, that's not right..."

"What are you talking about nonsense, have we already privately decided not to marry forever?"

Yan Xi was triumphant, and just wanted to boast that He Zhifeiqing didn’t marry him. It’s just fate for three lives. When he caught a glimpse of Jiang Ting’s face, he immediately hugged his head □: "I have a headache when I drink too much, ah I can't walk anymore, help..."

Yan Xiu graduated from the police academy and was assigned to the police station in his early years. He saw a lot of drunks who made ugliness in various fights. He trained a superb acting skills, and his painful expressions were so vivid. Angrily shouted: "Mama! Look at that long-legged uncle who is frowning, he is sick!"

Yes, this uncle with long legs is indeed ill--Jiang Ting grabbed Yan Xiu's hand, calmly striding the meteor, and forcibly dragged him back home before Yan Ying emperor pushed him to the pinnacle of acting.

The house has been cleaned by the driver of the Yan family, the windows are clean, even the floor has been dragged, the dishes and chopsticks are all washed brightly, and they are neatly packed in the disinfection cabinet. Jiang Ting pushed the staggered Yan Xuan onto the sofa, closed the door with his backhand, and bowed his head to change his shoes.

However, he had just kicked his feet out of his flat shoes when he suddenly heard the sound of breathing behind him, and then a fiery embrace was covered, he was squeezed back, and he turned and pressed against the wall: "Jiang Ding... …"

Jiang Ting's pace was unstable, one foot was still in his shoes, and the other foot was wearing socks and stepped on the cold floor tiles. Only in time to breathe slightly, he was kissed firmly by Yan Xiu. A kiss with a strong aroma of wine was sent to the throat with the tip of the tongue, a trance giving people a slightly drunken illusion, Jiang Ting raised his hand, and Yan Xi grabbed his palm and pressed it against the wall, sliding down the wall, and then fumbled. Trying to reach into the back of the shirt.

"..." Jiang Ting gritted his teeth and grabbed Yan Xi's wrist with his backhand, he just took it away a little bit: "You drank too much, give me a rest..."

"Don't." Yan Xiu stared at him at close range, his eyes sparkling, two clusters of small flames flickering in the depths of his pupils: "I can't stop drinking too much."

After a pause, he said again: "Besides, we have already worshipped Gaotang, so we can enter the bridal chamber if we don’t have a name or a name."

Jiang Ting turned his head and left without saying a word. Before taking two steps, he was struck by a vigorous force behind him, and then he was picked up by Yan Xiu and pressed against the sofa. The large leather cushion suddenly squeaked.

The two overlapped up and down, and even the tips of their noses rubbed each other affectionately. Yan Xi squinted his eyes and hummed: "We are already the romantic partners who have officially crossed the Ming Road, please don't move and let me beat you up, don't move..."

The sofa cushion squeaked regularly with his movements. Jiang Ting's ears became hot and he whispered: "You just pretended to drink too much and go crazy!"

"Yes." Yan Xiu solemnly emphasized, "In ancient times, couples had to drink when they got married."

Jiang Ting was stunned, and then forced him to overthrow him, and then sat up: "Who is a husband and wife with you?"

He hasn't turned over and went to the ground with a bang, and Yan Xiu's sturdy and powerful body is firmly pushed onto the back of the sofa: "Why aren't we a husband and wife?"

"I have already said..."

"That's okay, whatever you want, or I will be married, you will be the gun?"

Jiang Ting’s expression was a little frozen, and then an indescribable and ridiculous look appeared, and he pushed Yan Xi back off the sofa: "Okay, don’t pretend to be drunk and make trouble. I’ll make you a cup of tea. You drink a little hot water and lie down and rest."

"I didn't pretend to be drunk! I..." Yan Xi yelled unwillingly behind him: "I just drank too much! Having **** after drinking! Is it illegal for an adult to take a kidney?!"

Jiang Ting just pretended not to hear his nonsense, and went straight into the pantry.

Yan Xiu sat in the living room bitterly. He didn’t dare to chase forcibly. He was thinking about various ideas. His elbows were placed on his thighs. This posture made the muscle lines of his shoulders and back more distinct under his shirt. , Up and down with heavy breathing.

Jiang stopped in the pantry.

The movement of the switch cabinet door was noticed. Jiang Ting's footsteps, movements, and even breathing became very clear, as if he was directly scratching the sensitive nerve endings, making Yan Xi too hard to control. The male hormone pulsates with a certain impulse.

He held his breath, but the current of fire spread through his blood vessels and crashed, gradually becoming unbearable.

We used to save each other's lives in the most difficult moments, and we lay in the same bed overnight, hugging and even kissing each other, why can't we go further?

We have even seen and approved of our parents, why can’t we go further?

Yan Xi raised his head and caught a glimpse of the last half bottle of Moutai left on the table. He stretched out his hand awkwardly and slid up and down violently for a long while, raising his head and drank the whole bottle.

The hot alcohol followed the throat into the limbs, and the hidden flames burned with courage. Yan Xi stomped the wine bottle on the table at random, got up and walked into the pantry. When facing him, Jiang Ting was facing away from him. He bent down and took out a colorful lattice mug from the lower cabinet. From a perspective, the lines of the waist, hips and long legs are incredibly obvious.

"Why did I say..."

Jiang Ting just got up, and was suddenly grabbed by Yan Xiu, who was full of alcohol, and pressed his back against the wall.

In daily life, Yan Xiu’s slightly offensive little actions are already very common. Jiang Ting didn’t respond immediately, he just turned his head against the wall and asked: "Did you drink again?"

Yan Xi didn't answer, twisted his elbow, and kissed his slightly wet palm in this position.