Chapter 1889 End of Kobangai

"Amian, don't hurt yourself."

The servant handed over the apron, Ji Fengmian glanced at it, and turned his eyes away with some disgust.

The intent is obvious.

The servant glanced at Chu Boyang, who was reprimanded by Chu Boyang.

She's never been one to wear an apron.

Rather than letting her wear an apron, which is particularly detrimental to her beauty, it is better to just waste the dress on her.

Being able to stand in the kitchen now is entirely due to the face of those two little grandchildren.

Ji Fengmian stood in the kitchen watching for a long time, her brows furrowed imperceptibly.

Chu Boyang knew her at this moment so well that he didn't know how to start.

He turned around and walked to the cold snow area, found out the vegetables and beef that needed to be used, and placed them in front of her.

"I want to eat beef noodles, thank you for your hard work."

Calmly, he relieved Ji Fengmian.

Ji Fengmian raised her eyebrows, fiddled with the vegetables with her slender fingers, and then nodded.

"You go out first."

She turned on the faucet to wash the vegetables, and Chu Boyang, who was standing aside, went up to bring the vegetables again.

"I'll help you wash the dishes first, the chefs outside are all helping cooks"

Ji Fengmian leaned against the cabinet, crossed his arms and watched Chu Boyang clean the vegetables and meat.

Then he went straight to the chopping board on the side and skillfully cut the vegetables and meat one by one.

Turning to look at Ji Fengmian, he explained, "These are also part of the job of helping the cook."

Ji Fengmian sneered. "I also know that the chef outside will sit on a high chair and direct the cook to cook. There is no need to do it yourself. Why don't I find a chair to sit here and direct you?"

This tone is obviously a little angry.

Chu Boyang stepped aside, "I mainly want to taste the chef's handicraft."

Ji Fengmian glanced at him coldly, then walked to the stove, stretched out a hand, and turned on the stove, the flames rushed out, Ji Fengmian took two steps back in shock.

Chu Boyang immediately stretched out his hand to pull her behind him, put the frying pan on top, and turned down the heat a little more.

Ji Fengmian stabilized his mind, his face was a little ugly.

This is another loss of face.

"Chu Boyan, I think you don't really want to taste my craft."

Chu Boyang shook his head, turned around and took the anti-scald gloves from the oven, and put them on Ji Fengmian's hands involuntarily.

"Be careful, I'm going out."

Then, he squeezed her hand worriedly, and walked out step by step.

Looking at the bloated gloves on her hands, Ji Fengmian pursed her lips tightly.

Reaching out, he took off the gloves and threw them aside.

Going through the steps of cooking in her mind, she thought about the oily smell that might come out when cooking with oil, she snorted, turned around and took half a basin of water from a clean basin, and poured it into the pan.

Then a little oil was poured into it, and then vegetables and beef were put in together, salt, chicken essence and other seasonings were put in, and then the lid was closed.

Then I found a clean towel and wiped my hands.

Isn't it because you are afraid of oil splashing out?

How could it be splashed like this?

Chu Boyang, who had been listening to the movement in the kitchen with his ears up all the time, never heard the "swish" sound of cooking.

I was really curious and had to take into account Ji Fengmian's face and didn't go in.

So he called the servant over again and asked her to pretend to take things to see how Ji Fengmian was doing, but the servant came out with a rare smile on his face that couldn't help it.

"Don't worry sir, madam is fine."

Chu Boyang asked again: "What is she doing now?"

"I'm cooking noodles."

The servant replied with a smile, thinking of what she had just seen, she was very satisfied with her witty answer.

It is really a veritable boiled noodle.

What is it not called boiled noodles?

Chu Boyang felt a little puzzled, so Ji Fengmian came out holding a blue and white porcelain bowl bigger than his face in both hands.

Chu Boyang quickly asked the servant to leave.

Ji Fengmian put the bowl of noodles on the dining table, supported the table with one hand, and looked at him.

"I'm afraid it's not cooked. It took a long time to cook and it's a bit greasy, but it's definitely cooked. You can eat it with confidence."

Chu Boyang looked at the big bowl of noodles.

Um……

If the noodles are cooked for a long time, they will indeed become very greasy, and the bright green vegetable leaves will also turn yellow and darker in color...

"Didn't you say you want to be a little hamster? These are all yours. No one will grab them for you. You can eat them slowly."

Chu Boyang picked up the chopsticks, obviously intending to pick up two sticks of noodles, but actually picked up a lump.

He glanced at Ji Fengmian, and Ji Fengmian looked at him with "tenderness" with his lips curled up rarely.

Chu Boyang took a deep breath and put the noodles into his mouth.

At that moment, Chu Boyang's expression suddenly changed.

He choked on his nose and almost sprayed it out, but in the end he restrained himself deeply and ate the noodles.

Seeing him like that, Ji Fengmian turned around and called the servant, "I want to eat egg noodles for dinner, please make me some."

"Good lady."

Ji Fengmian then turned to look at Chu Boyang and asked, "How does it taste?"

Chu Boyang hesitated for a while, then nodded, "...not bad."

Ji Fengmian smiled faintly, walked across to him and sat down slowly, leaning half of her body on the chair, leaning on the edge of the table with one hand, and looking at him with her chin resting, "Eat as much as you like, it's all yours. "

Chu Boyang took another bite, and said: "...Amian, first of all, this noodle must be delicious, but the taste is too... a little more colorful. Bo Mian and Bo County are still small, so I'm afraid they can't eat it. Accepting so many flavors at once..."

Ji Fengmian pondered for a while, then nodded, "You are right, I will pay attention next time."

It was rare to see her agree with his words, Chu Boyang looked at her with a gentle smile.

Ji Fengmian tapped the table with her fingers, "Don't be dazed, eat quickly, it's time to eat."

Chu Boyang tightened his grip on the chopsticks, feeling a little cramp in his stomach.

After eating about a third of the noodles, the servant put the egg noodles in front of Ji Fengmian.

Chu Boyang glanced at the bowl of delicious egg noodles, and pursed his lips.

Looking at her noodle bowl, she said softly, "Amian, I'm full..."

Ji Fengmian picked up the noodles in her bowl with chopsticks, and looked at him, "Didn't you say it was delicious? How much did you eat? I never saw you eat as cute as a hamster?"

"The taste is really rich, but Ah Mian, I don't like chili or mustard..."

Ji Fengmian raised her eyebrows, and looked at him with a half-smile, "Really? I just cared about how to make it delicious, so I forgot about it. But, is it really delicious? I don't think you look like this .”

Chu Boyang pushed the bowl towards Ji Fengmian, "I think it's good, otherwise you can try it..."

"No, I don't like chili and mustard, oh yes, I also hate the taste of five spices..."

After she finished speaking, she took a mouthful of egg noodles and ate them into her mouth.

Then nodded with satisfaction,

Chu Boyang: "..."

Chili and mustard are two-pronged, and the five-spice taste is even more unbearable.

As for other issues, I really don't know where to evaluate them in detail.

At least, she also knew what was in these bowls of noodles.

Whether it is delicious or not, she should have the answer in her heart, otherwise she would not let the servant cook a bowl of noodles for her alone.

Although he really didn't want to doubt it, but this bowl of noodles...he suspected that she was trying to get revenge on him.

After taking two more bites, I really didn't have the courage to eat any more, so I finally put down my chopsticks.

He picked up the water prepared by the servant next to him and took two sips.

Ji Fengmian finished the bowl of noodles slowly, wiped her mouth, glanced at the half of the noodles left and pulled her lips.

"I suddenly feel that cooking is a good pastime. I'll make breakfast tomorrow. What do you want to eat?"

Chu Boyang regrets it very much now, why did he remind her to practice cooking first.

I thought she was so smart, as long as she wanted to do it, cooking must be an easy thing.

It seems that this is not the case.

He also forgot that there are personal emotions in the middle.

"Porridge is fine."

The requirements are really not too high.

Ji Fengmian nodded, "No problem."

Then sitting at the dining table the next day, looking at the rice bowl in front of him, Chu Boyang was a little surprised.

"You made black rice porridge? Black rice porridge is hard to cook. Did you get up early?"

Ji Fengmian's face darkened in an instant, but she pursed her lips tightly and did not speak. Seeing Chu Boyang's face change drastically after taking a sip of porridge from the spoon, she curled her lips together.

"Well, to disappoint you, the heat seems to be a little bit bigger, and the color is a little bit heavier..."

Chu Boyang looked at the black porridge in the bowl, is it a bit heavy?

Maybe because he understood Chu Boyang's reaction, Ji Fengmian continued:

"So in order to even out the color, I put some cuttlefish ink."

Chu Boyang: "..."

What a genius.

Seeing him not moving, Ji Fengmian leaned on the chair and looked at him, smiling coldly, "Why don't you eat it? Does it taste bad? Squid noodles and squid rice are the most popular dishes now, although the appearance is indeed not So it looks delicious."

Chu Boyang asked her, "Have you eaten?"

The servant came out of the kitchen at this time, and put a glass of milk beside Ji Fengmian, and a plate with a fried egg and a few broccoli on it.

"I don't want porridge."

Chu Boyang: "..."

Apart from the fact that she was deliberately looking for an opportunity to take revenge on him, he really couldn't find any other reason.

Ji Fengmian picked up a fork and ate a piece of broccoli. Seeing him staring at the bowl with a somewhat aggrieved look, she raised her eyebrows without hiding it.

"You should be thankful that I didn't put soy sauce on you."

The corner of Chu Boyang's mouth twitched.

Hearing what she said, I really felt a burst of joy in my heart.

Obviously since she mentioned "soy sauce", the option "soy sauce" had appeared in her mind.

Compared with the fishy and salty taste of soy sauce, he would rather eat some cuttlefish juice.

After all, "seafood porridge" and "soy sauce porridge", but any individual will probably choose the former.

In fact, although she tied Ji Fengmian back to her side, she didn't seem to intend to regard the past as the past.

There are too many things, as long as she has the opportunity, she will never let go of the opportunity to retaliate and make fun of herself.

In the past, she used indifference to retaliate against him, but now she just changed the way...

However, compared to the relative silence and indifference before, he feels much better now with this simple and direct way of revenge.

In fact, if she really wanted to say forgive him, he wouldn't believe it.

If nothing happened, they knew it well and did nothing.

What happened is what happened. It is impossible to completely forget such a profound past.

But if he turned the past dissatisfaction into revenge, even if it gave her a little relief, he couldn't wish for it.

He owes her and owes her too much, but he loves her more, even if both parties suffer for a lifetime, he will not let her go, not to mention, she has changed a way to make herself more comfortable now...

She just keeps punishing him like this...

[I know that Ji Fengmian and Chu Boyang feel uneasy about Youtai Baobao, but this kind of relationship with some misunderstandings and twists in the middle will not satisfy readers 100% no matter what kind of ending it is. There will be deviations in each person's heart, but both of them have each other in their hearts, but both of them are very extreme, so they are very entangled. I read books and don't read BE, and I certainly can't write by myself. Emotional entanglements are very annoying, and I am also very entangled in writing... I will stop here for Xiaofanwai. As for their cars, let alone the special period, I am an extraordinarily pure author [狗头]. Goodbye, I will go to Kangkangli Courtyard to find the feeling~~]