What It’s Like Being a Vampire

Xia Libing rents a residential area near the hospital in Zaitong City. There are two rooms and one living room with basic furniture.

In fact, her third uncle and aunt originally wanted her to live at home, but Xia Libing refused, and it would be more convenient to live alone.

Xia Libing is obviously not a person who usually cooks by herself, and the kitchen here is basically seldom used, but after she knew that Xiang Kun was coming to Zaitong City, she had already cleaned the kitchen.

Xiang Kun arranged the kitchen utensils he bought back, and then began to process various ingredients, shaved, planed, cleaned the pig's knuckles, put them in the pressure cooker, added spices and started to stew, cut the chicken into cubes, and marinated...

Under his command, Xia Libing also started to do simple things like washing vegetables, washing rice, and cleaning the newly bought tableware.

Although she doesn't have many chances to do housework, as a medical student, she has strong hands-on ability. Xiang Kun has given some attention to instructing, but she does it decently. At least she won't be a hindrance, blocking the kitchen s position.

In the middle of his work, his old lady's call came. Xiang Kun, who was not free, looked at the phone on the table, and then at Lao Xia.

Well, I didn't get it wrong this time. Xia Libing wiped her hands, picked up the phone, and put it by Xiang Kun's ear.

Holding the phone between his cheeks and shoulders, Xiang Kun talked to his old lady while doing things.

"Should I go to eat now? I heard that there is a restaurant in Wanda. Many young people go there to eat. It is very suitable for dating. You can go to that restaurant. The name of the store is..."

Mom spoke in a low voice, apparently thinking he was still with Miss Yang.

"Mom, Ms. Yang and I have separated. We are at a friend's house now. Go back later and don't have to cook for me."

"Huh? We separated so soon? Why didn't you invite him to dinner or something?" The mother was obviously not satisfied. "Did you see that someone is beautiful, but you are so nervous that you can't talk, and your performance is too bad. People can't stand it and leave?"

"Please, Mom, is your son the kind of person who gets nervous when he sees a beautiful woman? We had a good chat, but the hobbies and future plans may be different, so it's probably useless. Mom, don't worry , fate, what should come will always come..."

"I believe you are a big-headed ghost! What hobbies and future plans, how can we talk about it if we don't talk slowly, what can we talk about in an afternoon..."

"mom,

What are you talking about? I can't hear clearly... Oh, it seems that the signal is not very good, Mom, let's do this first, hang up, I will talk about it when I go back at night..."

As Xiang Kun spoke, he glanced at Lao Xia again. The latter came over knowingly to get the phone and ended the call.

Continuing to cook, Xiang Kun said jokingly: "When I called just now, why did you keep staring at me? I found that you seem to like to observe me very much. You don't think you treat me as a patient, do you? What did I do that made you think I had a mental or spiritual problem?"

Under normal circumstances, if a man is stared at by a woman, he must subconsciously guess whether the other party likes him and has a crush on him. When practicing various sensory abilities before, whether in coffee shops, subway cars, or on the streets, he has seen those men and women who are in love. When he knows that he likes another person, the physical performance, micro-expression, What information like smell, heartbeat, breathing, etc.

So Xiang Kun knew very well that Xia Libing's eyes didn't have any male-female affection in them, but an observation attitude, just like when he was staring at "Golden Shining", staring at coins, and staring at tissues.

Xia Libing said: "In a sense, all of us are patients. I am interested in all patients, so I observe everyone, and you are no exception. After all, there is only you here now."

Oops, Lao Xia has also learned badly, has he learned this kind of ambiguous and non-questioning speaking skills? Xiang Kun glanced at Xia Libing who was starting to peel garlic, wash vegetables, and prepare seasonings under his command, but he knew in his heart that Lao Xia must have observed him more than other people.

Of course, this was not because Xiang Kun was narcissistic, but because while Xia Libing was observing him, he was also observing Xia Libing.

Although Xia Libing's emotions and true thoughts are the most difficult to judge and predict among the people Xiang Kun is currently in contact with, it's not that she can't see it at all. She still has many small habits that she may not have noticed. And various small changes in physiology, from the time of playing cards, Xiang Kun was able to use these to make certain predictions.

So what Xia Libing said just now was somewhat concealed and untrue, and Xiang Kun could also judge it.

She should have seen something wrong with my mental state. - This is Xiang Kun's guess.

Because there were only two of them, Xiang Kun only cooked three dishes and one soup.

One of Xia Libing's favorite dishes is the crispy pork knuckle that he has cooked several times, and the taste has been modified several times. The other is fried chicken in sauce that Xia Libing has also tasted. One is eggplant with minced meat that my father just made at noon, and there is also a very simple tomato and egg soup.

Of course, although it looked like two people were eating, Xiang Kun, as the chef, only had to consider Xia Libing's taste.

Because they only had two meals together, they are not as knowledgeable about Xia Libing's tastes and preferences as Tang Baona. But because two of the three dishes he made were made for her before, he was more confident in fine-tuning the taste, and he was still confident that he could satisfy Xia Libing and even surprise her.

Sure enough, after taking a bite of the crispy pork knuckle, Xia Libing's eyes narrowed, and then he slowed down his chewing speed. He ate it with a mouthful of rice, quickly finished one piece, and started to eat the second piece. piece.

Feeling slightly satisfied, Xiang Kun took a sip of the water beside the table, and he knew that this was Xia Libing's "surprise".

Undoubtedly, after he fine-tuned the heat, seasoning, and cooking procedures, this crispy pork knuckle is more suitable for Xia Libing's taste than before.

While continuing to collect Xia Libing's feedback on the food, Xiang Kun also took a few symbolic mouthfuls.

By constantly comparing and revising judgments on the tastes of diners, and then reflecting the adjustment results from the cooking made, so as to gain the affirmation of diners, watching them eat more and more delicious, and the more they eat, the more they like it, Xiang Kun can also get a lot. Satisfaction, and there is a feeling that the diners experience the food for him.

He believes that if he captures more than 90% of a person's food tastes and preferences, then that person may never forget the dishes he cooks for the rest of his life.

And if it reaches more than 95%, he believes that he can adjust the taste of others a little bit through the food he makes, such as making people who never eat coriander accept or even like coriander, making people who don’t like spicy food like spicy food, etc. Wait.

Of course, the so-called attack degree is just a rough number that his brain has converted into data based on the diners’ eating habits, taste preferences, and various information feedback when eating. It is not absolutely accurate, and it is impossible to have a 100% accuracy. Raiders.

"Did you go for a physical examination before?" Xia Libing suddenly asked after eating almost.

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