Chapter 330 A lemon smell, so sour
Nan Jiaojiao put a bowl of noodles in front of him, "Eat it."
Bo Yanqing sat down and picked up the chopsticks without knowing it. Where to start.
Nan Jiaojiao was very satisfied with her meal. She made intermittent slurping sounds from the noodles. She took small bites, picked out a few and slurped them together, her face turned pink from the heat.
Bo Yanqing is a little doubtful about life.
I picked up a chopstick and put it in my mouth. It wasn't that I couldn't eat it, but it just tasted weird. It was clearly a clear noodle soup, but there was actually chili pepper and vinegar in it.
Nan Jiaojiao took a few sips of the soup and let out a sigh of satisfaction. She glanced at half of the noodles left in Bo Yanqing's bowl and asked, "Isn't it delicious?"
Bo Yanqing was about to speak. She stared straight at it, and in an instant she put the bowl over and picked out a few chopsticks for her.
Nan Jiaojiao ate them together, and the soup in the bowl almost reached the bottom.
He couldn't help but ask: "Is it delicious?"
"It's delicious. I make it myself. Everything is delicious. Cooking noodles is my best."
Bo Yanqing's hands trembled. I'm afraid this girl has never eaten good food.
“Don’t do it anymore, I’ll do it.”
“You know how?” Nan Jiaojiao looked at him suspiciously.
Bo Yanqing couldn’t laugh or cry, “I don’t know how, but I can learn.”
"There's no such thing as a quick fix for cooking. You have to practice it like I have since you were a child. You haven't experienced the hardships of life, so don't force it." A piece of tofu, I’ll make you some tofu soup tonight.”
The corner of Bo Yanqing’s mouth trembled, how could she be so confident.
He ate the remaining noodles and said politely: "It's delicious, but I'll come in the evening, so don't be too tired." Nan Jiaojiao thought for a while, "Maybe I won't be there tonight. Eat at home, I’ll call you when Chu Yao is done.”
Bo Yanqing breathed a sigh of relief, "That's okay, I'll listen to your arrangement."
He put the dishes and chopsticks into the kitchen, threw a few fried eggs in the trash can, and used two pots , one was flat-bottomed, with a layer of dark oil inside, I don’t know what it was refined into, and the other was filled with water for cooking noodles. Bo Yanqing poured out the water, and saw a circle of paste on the bottom of the pot, like The poached eggs sank to the bottom and were violently rubbed open by the spatula.
This is called cooking skills that you have been practicing since childhood?
Bo Yanqing resignedly rolled up his sleeves and cleaned up the mess.
Nan Jiaojiao came in, helped him roll up his sleeves twice, cut a few slices of lemon and made two cups of honey lemon tea.
She held a cup to herself and placed the other cup near him. She took off the man's watch and placed it on the glass table. She glanced at it and said, "Are you leaving? Are you going to drive there by yourself today?"
"Well, it's close to the company."
Bo Yanqing put the cleaned bowl aside, shook off the water on his hand, turned around, held Nan Jiaojiao up with his wrist, and sat her on the stage, holding her hands He rested on both sides of her body, leaned down, and rubbed the tip of her nose.
“Good morning kiss.”
Nan Jiaojiao leaned back skillfully, tilted her head, slightly arching her eyebrows and smiling, “Kiss where?”
Bo Yanqing raised his eyebrows, "You can do whatever you want."
Nan Jiaojiao perfunctorily kissed him between his eyebrows and said a belated good morning, "Let's go, see you in the evening."
>Bo Yanqing grabbed the back of her neck, pulled her in for a deep kiss, and finally traced a circle around the corner of her mouth with unfinished meaning.
When they separated, their breath was unstable, and they laughed twice: "It smells of lemon, so sour."
"Really?"
Nan Jiaojiao took the lemon slice used as decoration on the edge of the cup in her mouth, sipped it before taking it away, and raised her head to bump into his lips.
(End of this chapter)