Chapter 18 Shouldn’t You Coax Me First?

The two continued to stroll in the supermarket.

This supermarket has three floors and sells a wide variety of items. There is also a dedicated baking area. Cheng Luanxin can't take her eyes off the colorful decorative materials.

Donuts must be drizzled with chocolate sauce, and then sprinkled with colored needles, sugar beads, almond slices, freeze-dried fruit slices, matcha powder and other ingredients to create different flavors. Cheng Luanxin was completely dazzled by the choices.

Especially those colored needles and sugar beads, which come in various flavors and colors and look so beautiful.

She wants to buy this and that, and can't give up any of them.

Song Qiuchi reminded her: "Just pick two, don't forget that one box is one token."

Cheng Luanxin had long been blinded by desire: "But don't you think these are beautiful? I'm actually quite rich..."

Song Qiuchi: "...at most three."

Cheng Luanxin muttered to herself like a man possessed, "But look at how pretty this iridescent shell design is... This frosted macaron color is also beautiful, clean and simple... And this star crown design looks very expensive... We can't just buy sugar beads without the freeze-dried fruit slices. Maybe some people don't like sugar beads, and there are so many of us..."

Song Qiuchi was so annoyed by her nagging: "Whatever you want, just don't ask me to split the bill."

After getting the approval, Cheng Luanxin chuckled, and quickly took five or six bottles of sugar beads from the shelf, and a few packets of freeze-dried fruit slices, and threw them all into the shopping cart.

She was also a little embarrassed: "Is it heavy? How about I push it?"

Song Qiuchi looked at her and let go helplessly.

When I finally checked out, I ended up spending nearly fifty tokens in total.

Although Cheng Luan felt a pang of pain in her heart, she felt it was worth it when she saw the fancy decorative materials in the plastic bag.

The two men each carried a large bag of loot and returned to the nanny car.

The more Cheng Luanxin looked at the decorative materials, the more she liked them. She arranged them in order on her seat like a child: "You choose first. What flavor do you want to eat?"

Song Qiuchi took a look and said, "White chocolate, iridescent shells."

"You also think this iridescent shell is really beautiful and high-end, right?" Cheng Luanxin was rich and generous, and waved his hand, "No problem, I'll fill it up for you!"

Song Qiuchi: "..."

There's no need to spread it all over.

Barrage:

He Ran: "Qiu Chi turns out to be such a girly person."

Su Ling: "Hahahahaha, I feel so helpless."

Bian Ning: "Those toppings look really nice though. I want the freeze-dried strawberry ones."

Duan Mengshu: "Then I choose kiwi fruit."

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The two returned to their dormitory. In addition to the small kitchens in each room, there was also a spacious shared kitchen on the first floor, where they planned to make donuts.

The two washed their hands and tied aprons for each other.

I also just bought the apron, which has a cute little duck pattern on it.

In the dating script given by Yu Peiyin, special emphasis is placed on the key points of tying an apron. First, you should hang the apron around the other person's neck from the front, then put your arms around the other person's waist from the back, and tie the apron straps to the back. Try to do it as naturally and intimately as possible.

The two of them were so hurried that they had forgotten about these trivial requests. Cheng Luanxin self-sufficiently hung the apron around her neck, then opened her arms and turned her back to Song Qiuchi: "Tighten my waist a little. It's too loose and inconvenient. Tie a bow for me."

Song Qiuchi didn't know how to tie a bow, so he just tied a loose knot and said, "Okay."

Cheng Luanxin walked around behind Song Qiuchi and leaned over slightly: "I'll tie it for you too."

She was very attentive and tied a bow for Song Qiuchi, making her hair look neat and tidy.

Song Qiuchi felt that his loose knot was somewhat perfunctory, and paused: "Thank you."

Cheng Luanxin had no idea what her back looked like, and she felt quite happy. She walked around the kitchen humming a song as if she was performing a musical.

Song Qiuchi helped her unpack the package: "Are you so happy?"

Cheng Luanxin nodded: "Of course, I have liked these things since I was a child. Did you have such labor courses when you were young, teaching you how to grow vegetables, cook, etc.? I like this kind of course the most."

Song Qiuchi recalled: "There are such courses, but they are usually occupied by teachers of exam subjects, so I haven't taken them very often."

Cheng Luan was delighted: "So all schools are like this. Actually, I haven't been there many times."

Romantic observers were also reminded of their childhood memories:

Liang Shengxia: "When I was little, I also liked labor classes, art classes, and handicraft classes."

Duan Mengshu: "Your favorite class isn't physical education?"

Bian Ning: "Our school never uses up labor classes. Labor classes are really interesting."

Su Ling: "But I still can't imagine what it's like to grow vegetables in Qiuchi.

The two began to make donuts according to the tutorial.

The first step is to mix the eggs, salt and sugar in a certain ratio.

Cheng Luanxin cracked six eggs into a stainless steel bowl and began stirring. However, the bowl she bought was too big, and the six eggs barely covered the bottom of the bowl, making stirring very inconvenient and making a constant ping-pong sound.

Song Qiuchi couldn't bear to watch it any longer: "If you tilt the basin a bit, it will be better."

Cheng Luanxin muttered, "I know it even if you don't tell me," but she still tilted the basin over obediently.

Step 2: Sift in the low-gluten flour and baking powder and mix well.

Cheng Luanxin took the sieve and filtered it bit by bit: "Why do we need to use a sieve for this step? Won't it all be filtered out in the end? This is so troublesome..."

Song Qiuchi didn't know why, he just saw Cheng Luanxin had sifted the low-gluten flour everywhere, and reluctantly took the stainless steel basin and sieve from Cheng Luanxin's hands.

"I'll sift it, you go make the chocolate sauce."

Cheng Luanxin liked this task. In order to make donuts of various colors, the two bought a set of twelve-color food coloring, which can be used to mix white chocolate sauce into different colors to make donuts of different flavors.

She sat in a round chair, mixing the colors while sighing, "So the colors of donuts are all made with food coloring. So, aren't they all just plain flavor? Should we add some strawberry jam or matcha powder to change the flavor?"

Song Qiuchi lowered his eyes and sifted the flour wholeheartedly: "I advise you not to act on your own..."

"Oops! Too much strawberry jam!"

Song Qiuchi: "..."

At this speed, there was no time to stop it.

"Why is it so sticky and has fruit pulp in it..." Cheng Luanxin stirred the chocolate sauce that had turned into a red lump of unknown substance, feeling a little embarrassed, "I feel like this chocolate sauce is going to be wasted..."

Song Qiuchi came over, scooped up a spoonful of strawberry chocolate sauce with a spoon, tasted it and said: "Don't waste it, it tastes okay, you can use it as a sandwich."

Cheng Luanxin looked skeptical: "Really?"

Song Qiuchi handed the spoon to her: "Try it yourself."

Cheng Luanxin was stunned. She took the spoonful of strawberry chocolate sauce that Song Qiuchi had eaten half of, and didn't know whether she should rinse the spoon.

After all, Song Qiuchi had drunk the remaining rice dumplings from her wine-fermented rice, and she didn't ask for a change of bowl at that time.

Cheng Luanxin didn't think Song Qiuchi was dirty; it was her own body, after all. She was just a little embarrassed. After all, sharing a spoon was too ambiguous. The Romance Observer was still watching. Wasn't this just an old-fashioned indirect kiss?

She hesitated for a moment, but still put the spoon into her mouth.

It tastes sour and sweet, and has the fiber of the fruit pulp, so it should be delicious as a sandwich.

Song Qiuchi was startled: "Don't you even rinse the spoon?"

Cheng Luanxin was dumbfounded: "Ah? You didn't tell me to cheat?"

Song Qiuchi was helpless: "Do I need to say this?"

Cheng Luanxin blushed: "I'm just afraid that you will think I despise you and hurt your self-esteem!"

Song Qiuchi: "...My self-esteem is not that fragile."

Barrage:

Su Ling: "Hahahahahaha this is so funny! My self-esteem is not that fragile."

Bian Ning: "But indirect kissing is really sweet."

He Ran: "Am I the only one who cares whether the strawberry chocolate sauce tastes good?"

Seeing Cheng Luanxin's face visibly drooping, Song Qiuchi knew that he had upset her again, so he changed the subject: "It tastes pretty good, right?"

Cheng Luanxin's face fell, and she lay on the stage with a wronged look on her face: "Oh, that's it."

Song Qiuchi said helplessly, "If the Romantic Observers hear this, who will still want to eat the donuts you make?"

Cheng Luan muttered to herself, "You still have the mind to care about the Romantic Observer? I'm already unhappy. Shouldn't you comfort me first..."