Gu Boyan was pushed out of the kitchen, his head still turning back, and he pursed his lips and said, "Can I watch?"
"No!" Chen Nian'an refused, pushed him out and closed the door without any hesitation.
Peng.
The kitchen door blocked Gu Boyan's sight, so he could only scratch his forehead timidly and sit on the sofa to continue listening to his favorite news broadcast.
Five minutes passed.
Gu Boyan glanced at the closed kitchen door.
No one came out, so he turned his head back.
Five minutes later, he turned around again, but the heavy door showed no sign of opening.
From inside, one seemed to be able to faintly hear the sound of porcelain utensils colliding and the clanging of pots, pans, and iron utensils.
There was even the heavy thud of a chopping board and a chopping knife.
Um?
What's going on?
Isn’t Chen Nian’an cooking noodles?
Isn’t it just a matter of turning on the fire for a few minutes, stir-frying the lobster, pouring water, and sprinkling seasoning on it?
Although he was a little confused, Gu Boyan still leaned on the sofa without moving, thinking.
Chen Nian'an wanted to give him a surprise, so the ingredients and side dishes were quite rich and filling.
Gu Boyan leaned back on the sofa, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
The legs are naturally spread apart, the posture is casual and stretched, it is a posture with a hint of expectation and comfort.
"Depend on"
"What's going on?"
"Why is it messy again?" Chen Nian'an frowned tightly, and his hand holding the iron spoon paused in mid-air, with an angry expression.
Looking at the pitch-black shrimp meat sticking to the pot for the second time.
"Pour oil into the wok and sauté the minced garlic and dried chilies until fragrant. Add a spoonful of Pixian fermented bean paste and stir-fry until the oil turns red. Add the chilies and onions and stir-fry. Then add the crayfish and the prepared sauce. Pour in a can of beer and thicken with water and starch. Simmer until the sauce thickens..."
Next to the stove, the mobile phone on the tile stand emits the sweet and pleasant voice of a food blogger.
Chen Nian'an reached out, paused the detailed lobster noodle video, and threw the phone to the other side.
These cooking steps on the Internet are just not reliable.
It doesn't even say how much minced garlic or chili pepper to put in?!
You didn't even mention how big a spoon is?!
I followed all the steps clearly, why is it so confusing?!
Next to a newly opened but half-empty glass bottle of fermented bean paste, there was a giant iron spoon with red fermented bean paste residue in the spoon, telling how much Chen Nian'an had put in just now.
This caused the lobster to stick to the pan again!
Obviously, Chen Nian'an was completely unaware that there was anything wrong with his steps.
She searched for the food blogger with the highest number of likes.
Extremely disappointed.
Decide to go at your own pace.
Streamline the steps.
Chen Nian'an looked down at the time, then looked up again and scanned the mess in the kitchen.
Half an hour has passed, it seems we need to speed up.
After brushing the iron pan clean for the third time and turning on the fire, Chen Nian'an put one hand on her apron and held the spatula in the other, staring at the sizzling steam in the pan thoughtfully.
I watched the last drop of transparent water at the bottom of the pot evaporate, and the mist dissipated into the range hood above.
After experiencing two failures, his calm eyes still radiate wisdom.
Chen Nian'an did not reach for the rapeseed oil beside him, but instead took a spoonful of water and poured it into the pot decisively and firmly.
The confident movements and proud expression seemed to be an affirmation of how “smart” he was.
I wrote my own recipe and posted it online shortly. You can add any toppings to it as long as it’s mixed with water—it definitely won’t get mushy!
His slightly narrowed pupils seemed to have caught a glimpse of how shocking the amazing delicacy he created when he came out of the kitchen for the first time after returning from ten years of seclusion.
When the water boiled, Chen Nian'an put the fresh, shelled shrimps that were still bloody in the white bowl without hesitation.
Then he looked for light and wandered around.
Throw in the few remaining garlic cloves on the chopping board after two failed attempts, the chili peppers that were cut into small pieces, and the onion rings that were chopped into pieces that looked as horrible as a crime scene.
She looked carefully at the colorful things boiling in the pot: pink shrimps, white garlic, red peppers, and purple and white onions.
What's missing...
knew!
Chen Nian'an curled her red lips slightly, a glimmer of light flashed in her eyes, she turned around and took two steps, opening the large gray metal refrigerator behind her.
…
It was almost an hour later and Gu Boyan's neck was about to break.
Click.
Finally, there was the sound of the kitchen door handle turning gently, and a hint of soft light from the kitchen appeared through the gap in the door, followed by the sound of subtle footsteps.
The moment the door was completely opened, Gu Boyan quickly turned his head and stared at the TV in front of him which had already started the commercial break as if nothing had happened.
As if he was very interested in what was playing, he didn't even glance at Chen Nian'an when he came out with a bowl of noodles.
Seeing this, Chen Nian'an breathed a sigh of relief. He was worried that an hour was too long and Gu Boyan was waiting anxiously, but it seemed that was not the case.
He watched TV very attentively.
that is--
Chen Nian'an followed Gu Boyan's gaze and looked at the TV.
——
"In this era where style and comfort coexist, we proudly introduce XX brand men's underwear - the first classic.
The design of these briefs features simple, flowing lines that are both stylish and tailored to men's needs. The classic color combination is elegant and stylish, allowing you to look confident in any occasion.
As the advertising lines played on the LEDmax TV screen, a muscular male model wearing only blue boxer briefs raised his hands above his head, looking down with contempt, and twisting his body to pose in the cool lights.
Chen Nian'an: "......?"
He glanced at the TV screen in disbelief, then turned his head to look at Gu Boyan who seemed to be fascinated by the TV.
I can’t tell, Gu Boyan’s taste is pretty good... the taste is quite strong.
Gu Boyan's eyes were not focused on the front at all, as if he had just noticed Chen Nian'an walking towards him.
He turned his head and stood up, naturally took the bowl and placed it on the dining table, and said lightly: "Is it done?"
"Yeah." Chen Nian'an put away his doubts about Gu Boyan's preferences. Everyone has unknown hobbies.
I love watching male models flexing their biceps and lats, bending over and showing off their underwear. There's no shame in that!
After all... people like Gu Boyan, who have a lot of work pressure, a mature personality, and are too tense on a daily basis, are bound to have some weird little habits behind the scenes.
"There's another bowl in the kitchen. I'll go get it first."
Chen Nian'an shook his head slightly, shaking off the thoughts that were gradually running away from his mind. Just as he turned around, he was pulled by Gu Boyan, "I'll go."
The two men looked at each other briefly, and Gu Boyan's expression was extremely natural, without any abnormality.
It's like the underwear commercial that's being replayed for the second time on TV doesn't exist.
Look at this psychological quality, he is worthy of being Mr. Gu.
Chen Nian'an felt inferior to him and didn't bother to be polite with him. He pulled out a chair and sat down, waving his hand, "Then you go."
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