Saying that, Hua Yanxi picked up the bowl of pimple soup, stirred it, and scattered the dough. Then she drank the bowl in one go as if drinking medicine, and then made an upside down motion, which was extremely provocative.
She swore that she would never let Ye Yibai step into the kitchen again!
All this stuff is done.
This pimple soup is either raw and still tastes like flour, or cooked and has become mushy.
The taste is too oily, not enough salt, and the taste is indescribable.
She was really curious about how Ye Yibai could use his skillful hands to make such an unpalatable lump soup in such a simple way.
Ye Yibai happily clapped his hands and shouted: "Wow, Yan Yan is so awesome, so awesome."
As he spoke, he looked at Ye Juechen expectantly with his pure eyes that deceived the world.
Ye Juechen looked at Hua Yanxi's small bowl, which was no bigger than a palm, and then looked at the porcelain bowl in front of him that was almost the same size as his face, and felt that he had really shot himself in the foot.
He bit the bullet, picked up the spoon and started eating with a frown.
Fortunately, Ye Juechen didn't have too many demands on food on weekdays, so he managed to swallow this bowl of pimple soup without any effort.
After a bowl of pimple soup, you won’t be able to eat any delicacies from the mountains and seas.
Seeing that the bowl was empty, Ye Yibai raised his hand to take it, but Ye Juechen reflexively stretched out his hand to stop him.
"Seventh brother, when you finish eating, I will serve you another bowl." Ye Yibai said positively.
Ye Juechen pressed down the bowl and said, "No need."
"Seventh brother, don't be embarrassed, I said these are all for you."
Pull.
"No, I'm full."
Press and hold.
"Seventh brother, I know how much you eat. This is not enough. Have another bowl."
Pull with both hands.
"No need, I'm not very hungry today."
Resist tenaciously.
"I want it."
"don't want."
"I want it."
There was a crisp "pop" sound, and the big porcelain bowl broke into pieces.
Before Ye Juechen could take a breath, he heard Ye Yibai say: "It's okay, it's okay, I'll get you a bowl again."
"No need, I really..." After thinking of something, Ye Juechen changed his voice and said: "Why don't I bring these soups back to the palace for my father to taste? It's your first time to cook, and he
I haven’t tasted it yet.”
Ye Yi's white eyes flashed, but he said unhappily: "I made it for you, so why don't you give it to him?"
Ye Juechen tried to persuade him, but Ye Yibai nodded reluctantly and reluctantly said that he could take it back, but he could only let the old man drink a little, and Ye Juechen could take the rest and enjoy it himself.
Ye Juechen could barely keep the corners of his mouth open as he nodded.
He left a big bag of soup, but he didn't keep it. He just said he wanted to enter the palace as soon as possible and hurried away.
Seeing him disappear with the soup in his hands, Ye Yibai couldn't help but laugh proudly.
Hua Yanxi looked at him: "Have you really eaten it?"
Ye Yibai waved his hand: "How can I let Yanyan eat alone? I'll accompany you. Come on, I'll give you food."
Hua Yanxi looked at him with a faint voice: "Forget it, you are making fun of others, but you accidentally hurt me."
Ye Yibai pursed his lips: "Then I really want you to try it. This is my first time..."
"Stop it," Hua Yanxi interrupted, warning: "You are not allowed to take a step closer to the kitchen in the future!"
"Ah?" Ye Yibai raised his voice and said a little aggrievedly: "Cooking skills can be practiced. Besides, I quite like cooking."