Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum Chapter 812: The eighty-fifth bowl of soup (seven)

The eighty-fifth bowl of soup (seven)

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

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

I couldn't understand the strange text S she wrote in his palm. He stared at her for a while, then stared at her with those black eyes: "Prove it to me."

"What?"

"Since you are not her, then prove it to me." S said, "If I find out that you are cheating on me again, this time, I will even burn your soul to ashes."

Qing Huan spread his hands and put his own in. The little one was white and tender, with a beautiful smile: "You don't need proof, you'll find out if you give it time." The world There can be no two identical people, not even in parallel spaces. Qing Huan didn't know who the person who looked the same as her was before, but she was 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 at all. Not only her, but even S, the things to do every day are nothing more than reading, sleeping, eating, eating, sleeping, and reading. In this hall, it seems that no one will ever come in.

If S's life has always been like this, then she can actually understand why he would keep a man 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 prefer to be accompanied by someone. If it stays here day after day, year after year, it's no surprise that the S character can be so eccentric.

Qing Huan sat cross-legged on the ground, her right hand resting on her leg and looking at S who was reading. He focused his attention. The room was very, very large. The whole room showed a tendency to gather upwards. There were bookshelves all around, and the bookshelves were full of books. There was only one table by the window, S put on a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and held a quill in his hand, he had been looking like this for more than ten hours.

He kept Qinghuan, but he never took the initiative to talk to her, nor did he feel bored. It seemed that as long as this person was with him, it was enough, and he didn't need Qinghuan to talk to himself. That's how I spent every moment I spent in the main hall.

Qing Huan flipped through these books. Except for the books about the history and topography of this continent, she had never flipped through other books such as medicine refining and magic. She held her chin and looked at S for a long time, until he looked up from the book after reading one, and asked, "Are you tired?"

"Not tired."

With a slight lift of the finger, the finished book automatically returned to the shelf, while another new book was spread out in front of him. Seeing that he still wanted to read it, Qing Huan got up and slapped the book: "Don't read it, I'm hungry."

S frowned slightly, his gloomy black eyes stared at Qing Huan, if it wasn't for Qing Huan's strong psychological quality, he would have been frightened by this perverted serial killer's eyes. She reached out and pinched S's face, "If you're not hungry, at least give me the freedom to go out?"

S said: "Envy never bothers me."

"Then that's one of the differences between me and her." Qing Huan simply closed his book. "Please understand that as an ordinary person, I can't do it without eating or drinking like you for more than ten hours."

What a waste of time, S thinks.

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

Qing Huan was eating a piece of pudding when she heard S's unknowing question, and replied: "No matter what, you have to eat it, enjoy it and eat it whole, since the end result is the same, then why? Why not make the process a little more comfortable?"

S was noncommittal about her remarks. The two sat at the two ends of the long dining table, separated by such a long distance, that he could hear Qinghuan's words clearly.

After dinner, S entered the study again. Qing Huan also likes to read books, but she has never been as crazy as S. She is reading almost every minute and every second. What is the structure of his brain? But this time, he didn't let her go with him. When Qing Huan walked past the dining table, he found that S's food had barely moved. You must know that he hadn't even drank water all day, but he ate the same amount for dinner. Dot, still after seeing her food. You can imagine what would have happened if he was alone, no wonder the expressions of those people were surprised when she asked people to prepare dinner.

I really want to eat fireworks.

Since S didn't ask her to accompany her, Qing Huan walked around in the hall, and unexpectedly found that behind a certain pillar was the kitchen, but it was empty and no one was using it. She immediately ran to the gate of the temple and asked someone to bring kitchen utensils. She hadn't cooked for a long time, and her hands were itchy. She didn't have time to taste the ghost cake steamed in Zhuangzi before. She didn't know what it was like, would Linglong like it? .

Fresh vegetables, complete knives, and even an apron, it can be said that the preparation is very sufficient.

Scoop out a spoonful of noodles, add water and mix to form a dough, roll out the dough and cut into cubes, neatly pile it into a pile, spread the flour on the cutting board, chop the coriander and pork very finely, add a A small amount of dried shrimp is added to taste, a raw egg is added, seasoning is sprinkled and the stuffing is evenly mixed. There are not many ingredients used, but because the ingredients are very fine and fresh, the taste of the food itself is preserved.

The wrapped wontons are cooked in broth, then removed and placed in an ice bucket. Take this opportunity to shred the tender bamboo shoots, drizzle with sesame oil, mature vinegar, a little chili oil, a little sesame seeds, and garnish with green and red chili shreds , smells delicious and spicy, very tempting. Qing Huan couldn't help but take a bite, and was immediately conquered by the fresh and sweet taste of bamboo shoots. Even for these foods, she will protect the world well.

After the wontons have cooled, heat the pan and pour oil. Arrange the wontons neatly. Fry one side until golden brown and then turn over. Qing Huan found a beautiful plate and placed a dozen or so small wontons into a flower. In the shape of a flower, I put the cold bamboo shoots in the tray together, and there is a bowl of pumpkin porridge that is now thick when wrapping the wontons.

Most of the food on this continent is raw and cold, even the steaks are cooked to half-cooked, and the eggs will flow out when you poke the yolk. Qing Huan doesn't like this way of eating. Now that I can cook for myself, that would be great.

Unsurprisingly, S is still reading, and Qinghuan noticed it as soon as he entered. If it is normal, he doesn't even raise his head, but today is a bit different...

What's the difference...

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

"You didn't eat much for dinner, this is a late-night snack I made for you." She said with great sincerity.

S rarely disliked her, but looked at her seriously: "Snack?"

It can be seen that he should never have the habit of eating late-night snacks.

Qing Huan pushed his book aside, "Want to eat?"

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

"Don't you think it smells good?" The poor child had never seen the world, and Qing Huan wanted to reach out and brush the other's hair, "This is for you."

S can't use chopsticks at all. His fingers are slender and good-looking, but unfortunately, when he holds the chopsticks, his posture is strange and strange. He can see it clearly and laugh. It is obvious that his hands can easily control the life and death of others. As a result, it is difficult to eat a fried wonton. Clip up and slide down. When he was impatient and wanted to grab it, Qing Huan took the chopsticks from his hand, picked up a fried golden wonton, dipped it in a little vinegar and brought it 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 delicious, which made S a little tangled. Finally he opened his mouth.

As soon as you bite into it, the golden crispy dough and the plump and juicy meat filling are perfectly blended together. The fresh meat filling of the shrimp skin is fragrant, coupled with a touch of acidity and the burnt edge of the dough. It's delicious. One has to swallow the tongue.

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

A dozen wontons were fed to S cleanly by her one by one. He ate all of the cold shredded bamboo shoots and pumpkin porridge. For the first time, the cool-colored study was filled with the scent of food, and he was full. People who drink enough will feel better. I don't know if it's Qinghuan's illusion. I always feel that S's dark circles are much lighter, and people look more pleasing to the eye.

"Would you like some tea?" Qing Huan asked, "They even brought tea leaves just now."

S thought for a while, then nodded.

So she put away the used cutlery and turned to leave the study, leaving S alone. She picked up the pen and opened the book for a long time, not knowing what to read and write, because she was still reminiscing about the fried wontons she just ate. It's obviously a very common ingredient...why does it taste completely different? If he eats something like this every day, he should be very happy...

From this day onwards, Qing Huan cooked three meals a day and a late-night snack for S to eat. As expected, food is one of the best ways to improve her favorability, but it took half a month. Under the circumstance that the way of eating is delicious, S is no longer cold to her, and he will turn his eyes on her and humiliate her, or he will kill her high priest!

The current S is just like the little ones she raised, her eyes lit up when she came in at lunchtime, and she was extra punctual.

Because some dishes take a long time to cook, S gave Qing Huan the privilege, and she no longer has to stay with him in the study for a whole day. Apart from not being able to leave the temple, Qing Huan is basically free.

A problem that can be solved with food is not a problem.