Yan Han held the cooking table with one hand to relieve the feeling of darkness in his eyes. When he lowered his head to look at the contents in the bowl, his eyes were filled with darkness again.
He obviously made it according to Song Xiang's instructions, putting water, eggs, and flour together.
But something always feels wrong.
If you grasp it with your hands, it is a solid, if you stir it gently, it is a liquid, and the whole thing is a non-Newtonian fluid!
"Xiao Yan, are you okay?" Someone outside kept shouting.
Yan Han breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself, forget it. Song Xiang was so drunk that he might not really be able to eat it.
He has never cooked properly in his entire life, and has never touched any of the facilities in the kitchen. From gas to seasonings, everything was imported from Baidu on the spot.
Fortunately, the fire was lit successfully.
He lowered his head and glanced at the strange liquid in the bowl, feeling a little guilty.
The pot started to smoke, so he thought it was time to get out of the pot. Without thinking, he poured down a large bowl of liquid.
There was a loud sound, and the whole kitchen was filled with smoke.
For the first time, Yan Han felt that the kitchen was such a dangerous place. He didn't dare to stay any longer. Without being able to clearly see the state of the pot, he directly poured down half the bowl of water.
The pot stopped, and Xiao Yan's heart became cold.
A pot of black stuff makes me feel sick just looking at it.
"Xiao Yan?" Song Xiang's voice floated in like a magic spell.
Yan Han's eyes darkened and he immediately poured out the contents of the pot.
He didn't dare to taste it himself. When he took it out of the kitchen, he excitedly turned off the light in the living room.
There was only a little dim light around, plus a little moonlight, and it was very quiet.
Song Xiang sat at the dining table, holding chopsticks naively, "Let's start dinner."
Yan Han frowned and placed the plate in his hand on the table. Since the light was dim, the contents on the plate could not be seen clearly.
Song Xiang blinked, "Is this an egg pancake?"
Yan Han: "Well..."
He felt a little guilty and was worried that Song Xiang would cause trouble and let him take a taste first, which would be really fatal.
"It looks pretty good." Song Xiang nodded.
Yan Han frowned, wondering if this guy had drunk himself some wine in the process.
He opened his mouth, wanting Song Xiang to stop eating, and called someone to bring something over.
In the end, Song Xiang didn't care. He looked very serious. He picked up the things on the plate with chopsticks and put them into his mouth without hesitation.
Yan Yanhan subconsciously reached out to stop him, but Song Xiang moved too fast and he couldn't stop him.
He watched helplessly as Song Xiang put something into his mouth, and then chewed it carefully as if he had no sense of taste.
"If it doesn't taste good, don't eat it."
"No." Song Xiang shook his head and swallowed the food in his mouth, "You must respect the fruits of other people's labor."
She took a deep breath, turned to look at Yan Han, and said, "I understand, if you don't finish eating, you will definitely feel uncomfortable."
Yan Hanxin wants you to understand, it's just cooking, there's nothing to feel uncomfortable about.
Just as he was thinking this, Song Xiang started to think about it again.
"Are you a pig? How did your parents teach you that you can make such ghost things?"
Yan Han was startled and turned to look at Song Xiang.
Song Xiang raised a finger and shook his eyes in confusion, "You can't talk like this. It's impolite and you'll get sad."
Yan Han's jaw tightened, and the picture immediately appeared in his mind.
It was Song Xiang's first year on the job. He quickly deceived people and then became a little disrespectful. He didn't treat Song Xiang as a woman at all and let her do everything.
One time at a dinner party, he drank too much and met a difficult partner, so he went home irritated. As a result, he was hungry in the middle of the night, and his brain twitched and he insisted that Song Xiang show up immediately and roll on the bed with him first.
After going around for a while, he acted like a monster and asked people to make midnight snacks.
He forgot what Song Xiang did at that time, but it was indeed unpalatable.
He was so angry that he seemed to have said what he just said.
Five years later, this woman still remembers it.
No, everyone has to remember such a terrible experience.
Yan Han licked his lips, his face a little confused, "You... don't eat it."
Without waiting for Song Xiang to speak, he directly reached out and snatched Song Xiang's chopsticks.
Song Xiang sat on a chair, holding his knees with his hands, tilting his head and looking at Yan Han.
"You have to work hard in the future."
Why this sentence again?
Yan Han avoided his eyes and cleared his throat, "I will."
"Yes, that's the right thing to say." Song Xiang patted the table, very satisfied.
Yan Han was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to understand a little bit.
I have to work hard in the future...
This should be what Song Xiang hopes to hear in her heart. No one should have said this to her when she first entered the workplace.
Tsk——
Yan Han felt that something was wrong. He had never doubted the way he worked, nor did he feel sorry for Song Xiang. Now he suddenly felt a little guilty.
He frowned and turned to the silly Song Xiang, "You...you have to work hard in the future."
Song Xiang laughed twice, buried his face between his knees, and said dullly: "I have always worked hard."