Strange World Little Cooking Saint

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Not long after Shi Yugang cleaned up, Li Zheng was back.

He returned here to give Shiyu them rice noodles and meat dishes. "These are your own things, and you should use them."

Not to mention, Shi Yuzhen was a bit hungry, and she even murmured.

She hasn't felt hungry for a long time, this place is really weird.

Suppressed by surprise, Shi Yu thanked her, "Thank you very much." She felt that she should give something in return, but she didn't know what to pay for it, so she had to go back and send it.

"You don't need to be so polite." Li Zheng waved his hand. "Most of us in Xinghua Village are surnamed Xie. I think you look young, so you sell an old one. You call me Uncle Xie."

"OK." Shi Yu nodded.

Uncle Xie left after a few words. Shiyu then noticed the vegetables in the vegetable basket, probably because of the fullness of the spirit, and the color of the dishes was particularly beautiful. She withdrew a green leaf into her mouth and chewed it. The spiritual power contained in it was not worse than the precious medicine in the next heaven.

"Are you ... hungry?" She asked Wen Zheng.

Wen Min motioned her to give her something, "Everyone in this village thinks they are just ordinary people. We naturally follow their rules. Today at noon, I want to eat scones and bone soup."

Shi Yu understood what he meant.

None of the people in this village are ordinary people.

But they clearly have no spiritual roots, and they can no longer resist the invasion of the monsters.

But looking at Wen Ye's uneasy look, Shi Yu had no choice but to talk about lunch first.

This family has a kitchen, which is useless for a long time, and there is some dust on it.

For Shiyu, it ’s just a matter of moving your fingers.

With the rice noodles and meat dishes delivered by Uncle Xie, Shi Yu cooked the bone soup while making noodles with noodles.

As soon as things were done, Chu Shuang, who was walking around, came back, or he came to smell it. As soon as I saw the scorched and crispy scones on the table in front of my door, my eyes were shining, "I have something to eat today!"

In his appearance, Shiyu knew that Chu Shuang had returned.

This Chu Shuang has not changed at all, one scone in one hand, one bite, one "fragrant" on the left, and "cool" on the right.

Wen Yan was not as bold as Chu Shuang. He tore the scone into his mouth and drank the soup slowly. Compared with Chu Shuang, there was about a hundred expressionless faces in between. jade.

Shi Yu made a total of twenty scones, and almost half of them entered Chu Shuang's belly.

After eating the scones and drinking two more bowls of bone soup, Chu Shuang contentedly touched his stomach and leaned on the chair, and Chao Shiyu complained: "You don't know how cruel that **** is, since he woke up After that, I didn't take a bite of hot soup and I took a bite of hot rice! "

Before he finished speaking, his eyes rolled and his face changed back to his former indifference.

Shi Yu probably knew what was going on. She ate the last scone in her hand, and then reminded Chu Shuang kindly, "You have vegetables on your teeth."

Chu Shuang: "..."

When the soup was full, Wen Yan lowered the spoon and reminded him kindly: "Remember to wash the dishes."

Chu Shuang looked at the dishes on the table, and a little bit of hatred was going on.

At this point, they lived in Xinghua Village.

In the evening, Uncle Xie invited them to dinner and said that he had caught catfish, and they must be allowed to taste Xie Xunzi's technique.

After the result, the dishes served were not only catfish, but a table full of 18 dishes. Although each dish was not as good as Shiyu's craftsmanship, it had a homely feel.

Pushing a cup for a change at the dinner table, let alone Wen Yu and Chu Shuang, even Shi Yu drank several cups of apricot wine at the warm invitation of the Xie family.

The wine smelled fragrant at first, but when it was under a glass, the wine rose. After a few cups, Shi Yu was inexplicably excited. She thought she was very clear-headed and talked a lot.

"Where did the little friends come from?" Uncle Xie still looked like that.

Shi Yu answered loudly, "I have always been here, I have to go everywhere!"

"..." Before the day started, I felt like I couldn't talk.

Wen Yan embraced her with a smile and said, "She's drunk."

"I'm not drunk!" Shi Yuwenyan stood up again to get the wine. "You still want to get drunk with this wine? The worry-free senior's wine did not make me drunk, let alone this.

How could Wen Yan let her continue, and press her down hard, and told Uncle Xie: "She has drunk too much tonight, so I'd better drink it with Uncle Xie."

Xie Shu readily agreed.

But soon he found out that the young man was even more proficient in talking and wanted to use his mouth to talk, and it was better to chat with drunk Shi Yu.

The meal didn't go away until midnight.

It was still Chu Shuang pushing the wheelchair, but Shi Yu leaned on Wen Ye's body, and the three walked towards their place of residence.

Behind them, Uncle Xie frowned, wondering what he was thinking.

When he arrived in the room, Wen Ying held Shiyu and stood up, "You find a place to sleep by yourself."

Chu Shuang left consciously.

The stairs in the house are made of wood, and they will make a slight noise when they step on them. Holding Shiyu all the way to the second-floor room, Wen Yan then gently put her on the bed.

The bed was newly laid out in the afternoon, and the aroma of soap pods remained on the quilt. Wen Zheng looked at Shi Yu, who subconsciously retracted her body into the quilt, and thought about it, lying on her side and lying down.

Shi Yu admits that he is her fiance, so it is not excessive for them to do so.

Mingyue slipped in quietly outside, and Shi Yu was actually a person who didn't sleep well. Because of the role of wine, her nature was even more arbitrary. She hugged the quilt and rolled around. Later, when she noticed that there was a heat source around her, the whole person arched towards the heat source ...

The next morning, when Shi Yu woke up, she saw that she was hugging a person ... waist. Looking up again, Wen Ye was sitting there leaning on the bedside, still holding a book in his hand and reading. Perceived she was awake, her eyes still did not leave the book, "There is something on the table."

Shi Yu woke up a bit, and shrank with a quilt inside, hesitating, "Last night ..."

"Nothing happened last night."

"Really?"

Wen Ye put the book down, "Why do you look so skeptical? Are you sorry?"

Shi Yu sat up, she could not regret with Wen Yong's theory, but after thinking soberly now, looking at Wen Yong's face, the more she looked, the more she couldn't move her eyes. Further down, the delicate and beautiful collarbone is looming at the neckline, and the jade buckle at the placket is meticulous ...

"Wen Ye,"

"how?"

Shi Yu bullied himself forward and whispered in his ear: "What do I feel sorry for now?"