ShenJi nodded and agreed to her requests one by one.
LiShuang glanced at him. The man in her dream was exactly like her former self, who was not so smart.
He seems like a different person now, with more vivid emotions between his brows.
She looked away and replied to BaJie who suddenly popped up: [Why don't you tell me! ]
ShenJi was a little jealous.
Her love and time were limited to begin with, but she had to give most of them to that thing!
Before BaJie spoke, he tapped LiShuang's forehead lightly.
"I'll go prepare dinner, you take a rest."
BaJie spoke slowly.
[Tomorrow is ShenJi's birthday, his true 30th birthday! ]
ShenJi hadn't taken two steps out of the door when he heard these words and pursed his lips slightly.
The prejudice in people's hearts is really a huge mountain...
LiShuang was stunned.
"Then why didn't he mention it?"
BaJie: [I don't know, but based on past plot experience, he probably hasn't celebrated his birthday since his mother passed away.]
ShenJi walked down the stairs briskly.
Already looking forward to it.
She should wish him a happy birthday, right?
…
There was a sizzling sound of oil in the kitchen.
LiShuang went downstairs and glanced at BaiZe.
"Where is your second master?"
BaiZe stood up: "Cooking."
LiShuang raised her eyebrows in surprise: "He can also cook?"
BaiZe: "I don't know. I haven't had the honor to eat it."
"What are you worried about?"
LiShuang stood there, truly impressed by the child's insight.
"I was just wondering where LiWanwan is."
BaiZe: "Do you think that because we couldn't find her for such a long time, it means that she is really troublesome?"
LiShuang nodded.
BaiZe stood in front of her with a relaxed tone.
"Don't worry, as long as she is in Yucheng, we will find her tomorrow morning at the latest, and we will have the answer tonight at the earliest."
LiShuang felt a little relieved after hearing what he said.
Curiously asked, "Do you know that your second master's birthday is coming?"
BaiZe nodded: "I know, but Second Master doesn't celebrate his birthday. He thinks it's noisy and boring."
LiShuang: "Just because of this?"
BaiZe: "Yes, nothing else."
[Damn it!] BaJie was not convinced: [You are trying to sabotage me, right?!]
LiShuang felt that BaiZe was much smarter than Hei Feng. If he said no, there must be no other reason, and she raised the end of her eyebrows slightly.
"Then take your time reading the romance novel. I'm going to look for your second master."
BaiZe pressed his palm tightly against his trouser leg: "How did you know?"
LiShuang forced a smile and pointed at her eyes with two fingers, indicating the hand holding the phone.
"You are so skilled at putting away your phone in response to stress."
BaiZe: "…"
It's all because LuJiuqian said he loves reading romance novels!
LiShuang found the kitchen.
From a distance, the man had a sturdy and well-proportioned body. He wore a black shirt with his sleeves rolled up a few times, revealing his slightly bulging arms with blue veins. He looked very powerful. His narrow waist was cinched by a belt, which made him look even more stylish from the side. He also flipped the pot very smoothly.
The wild appearance is doing something extremely contrasting.
LiShuang did not disturb him, but just expressed her sincere emotion.
[I like the feeling of being a husband. ]
ShenJi heard this and his hands trembled, realizing that he had added too much salt.
There was a hint of smile in those serious eyes.
It doesn't matter, just add water if there is too much salt.
BaJie has a recipe memory: [Master, what dish do you keep adding water to? Where is the starch? ]
ShenJi: Shut up, I have my own rhythm.
LiShuang also felt that he took a long time to cook one dish, so where was the mushroom? She walked over curiously.
Smiling, she said, "Second Master is cooking in person?"
ShenJi didn't look back.
He wanted to dump out everything in the pot right now!
"Go out."
After saying that, he picked up the pot, turned sideways, and poured it out.
BaJie: [Hmm?]
[What flashed by? ]
LiShuang: "…"
She saw it.
He wanted to poison her tonight.
Thinking of the super-sweet brown sugar tea, LiShuang felt that she was too easy to have hope in others.
ShenJi frowned slightly, threw the pot into the sink, and looked indifferent.
"Eat out?"
LiShuang looked at his awkward expression and chuckled.
"I didn't realize that the Second Master is also an alchemist."
[Just based on that pot, even a deity would be in a state of panic for a few days. ]
"..." ShenJi was powerless to refute.
He only watched his mother cook when he was a child, and she clearly followed the steps...
As expected, no one is perfect.
LiShuang walked over and took off the apron beside her.
"You go out, I'll do it."
ShenJi didn't want her to do the kitchen work, so he stopped her and said, "Let's go out to eat."
LiShuang put her apron over her neck.
"I'll just cook some noodles. I don't plan on making a full banquet for you."
ShenJi pursed his lips.
Noodles?
Longevity noodles?
He raised his hand and used his fingertips to smooth out her long hair that was pressed under the bag of her apron.
"Then I want a little more for my portion."
LiShuang raised her hand and pushed him away.
"Go play, I'll spoil you this time!"
ShenJi followed her to the pool, held her hand that was around her back, rubbed his fingertips across her fingertips, and took the long strap of the apron.
"Butterfly, I will."
LiShuang withdrew her hand and felt the warmth on her fingers that he had touched.
ShenJi carefully adjusted the size of the bows on both sides.
After finishing what he could do, he went aside obediently and took out a cigarette and lit it.
Watching her busy in the kitchen, she looks inexplicably beautiful. Life is indeed a verb, and every frame seems to be filtered.
BaJie: [Master, do you want to see how worthless ShenJi is? He keeps staring at you.]
LiShuang: [Don't make a fuss. I'm thinking about how much water to put in to cook the noodles.]
BaJie: […? ]
[Do you have to eat this meal at home? ]
LiShuang: [Please give me some pointers, but please give me some pointers. ]
BaJie sighed: [Prepare the soup base.]
[Shrimp skin, coriander, chopped green onion... the chopped green onion should be smaller, not scallion segments. ]
[Well, less salt! Otherwise I'll beat the salt seller to death. Okay, pour hot oil. ]
[Continue to add soy sauce, sesame oil, and pepper. ]
[Alright! Fry the eggs in the pan that was just heating oil.]
BaJie: [...]
If I remember correctly, this is a non-stick pan, right? How did she get it stuck?
The steps are the same, can the difference in the finished products really be so huge?
BaJie: [Okay, let's cook the noodles. It won't take too long.]
[Add soup to the soup base bowl. ]
[Place the noodles. ]
[Put the eggs in.]
LiShuang thought the fried egg was too ugly, so she used chopsticks to push it to the bottom of the bowl.
[I guess it will become soft after soaking for a while, luckily I don't have to eat it. ]
BaJie was speechless: [Can you two stop trying to be so stubborn in the future? You are truly the worst cooks I have ever had. ]
I can't help but think of what the previous host said: to capture a man's heart, you must first capture his stomach.
She is so lucky that no one can survive a meal!
ShenJi heard her thoughts and went over to bring the bowl.
"I'll do the rest, you go sit down."
LiShuang waited for him to divide the noodles, and BaiZe also sat down to eat.
"Second Master's craftsmanship is really good."
LiShuang pointed to the direction of the kitchen trash can and said, "If you want to eat what your second master made, go there with your chopsticks."
BaiZe understood immediately: "Thank you for your hard work, Miss Li. It's super delicious!"
ShenJi fished out the egg that was at the bottom.
He wanted to see how an egg could be fried.
"......"
After reading it, he secretly poked it back with chopsticks.
Let's soak for a while longer.
Even preserved eggs are not this black.
ShenJi ate his longevity noodles and swore secretly.
From now on, there will be nothing in her house, so we have to hire more chefs!
BaJie: [...]
I feel like I worked all night but couldn't even taste a bite. What a loss.