Chapter 431 Kitchen Killer
The birthday boy did not forget to comfort Song Zhiyuan.
"Jing Mo is deliberately making fun of me." The worry on Song Zhiyuan's face gradually relaxed.
The kitchen is a mess right now.
The cake was blown into pieces, with cake crumbs stuck to the cupboard. The casserole on the gas stove used to stew the braised pork was broken into three pieces, and the braised pork inside had been burnt into coal.
Only the old duck soup was still alive, still bubbling with steam even after the fire was turned off.
"I'll clean the kitchen." Song Zhiyuan brought the trash can and was about to take the broken casserole off the gas stove when she was stopped by Shen Jingmo.
"It's hot. I'll take care of it later."
Chen Jingmo picked her up and carried her horizontally, carried her out of the kitchen and placed her on the sofa in the living room, then turned on the TV. "Yuanyuan, rest here for a while. I'll take care of the rest."
Chen Jingmo embraced Song Zhiyuan in his arms, their two beating hearts close together, making him feel an inexplicable sense of security. He said in a low voice, "Yuanyuan, having you by my side is the greatest birthday gift God has given me.
Yuanyuan's health and happiness is the best gift she has given me."
Song Zhiyuan felt a little choked up in her chest, hugged Chen Jingmo's shoulders and neck, and took the initiative to move forward and give him a kiss.
Chen Jingmo rubbed her long hair that was scattered on her shoulders, then went into the kitchen to clean up with Song Zhiwei.
There were traces of cake everywhere. The two of them wrapped up the braised pork and casserole on the stove and put them into the trash can.
I also cleaned the kitchen from top to bottom to remove any traces of the cake, but the oven was completely broken.
Cooking for Song Zhiyuan is not only dangerous, but also causes great losses.
It was already late when the two of them cleaned the kitchen.
The only dish Song Zhiyuan had made was old duck soup.
She had messed up the kitchen like a battlefield and it was impossible to cook, so Song Zhiyuan ordered a table of food and cake.
When the two came out of the kitchen, the ordered food and cake were delivered.
Song Zhiwei brought the old duck soup made by Song Zhiyuan to the table.
The pressure cooker was opened, and a rich aroma hit me. "Fortunately, the old duck soup was not burned."
Song Zhiyuan stood up and served Shen Jingmo a bowl first, "Jingmo, try it and see how it tastes."
"Thank you Yuanyuan for the birthday present." Chen Jingmo took the old duck soup handed to him by Song Zhiyuan with a doting smile on his face.
Shen Jingmo put it close to his nose and sniffed it, "It smells good, it must be good."
"Then you should try it. My sister has been stewing it for the whole afternoon." Song Zhiwei looked at Shen Jingmo expectantly.
Shen Jingmo brought the bowl to his mouth and took a sip.
The duck was not blanched, and even if other ingredients were added, the fishy smell of the soup could not be masked. Without salt, the taste became even bland and the fishy smell was stronger.
Song Zhiyuan asked expectantly, "How does it taste?"
"It's really rare that Yuanyuan cooked such delicious food for the first time. But the open flame in the kitchen is too dangerous. Yuanyuan should not enter the kitchen in the future. I would be sad if she hurt herself." Chen Jingmo gulped down a bowl of old duck soup.
"I'm glad you like it. Do you want me to serve you another bowl? There's still plenty."
Shen Jingmo naturally handed the bowl over.
After serving a bowl to Chen Jingmo, he immediately served another to Song Zhiwei, "Xiaowei helped me a lot today, Xiaowei, come and try it too."
"My sister stewed this soup specially for the birthday boy. I'm afraid I don't have that kind of luck." Song Zhiwei grumbled but still took the soup.
Shen Jingmo pressed Song Zhiwei's arm and whispered, "I suggest you try it, it tastes really good."
"My sister's cooking skills are definitely impeccable." It was the first time for Song Zhiwei to drink soup cooked by his sister. He couldn't wait to pick up the bowl in front of him and took a huge sip.
An indescribable taste hits the mouth.
Song Zhiwei wanted to vomit with a mouthful of soup in his mouth, but Shen Jingmo held him down with his hand.
Even though the drink was so bad, Shen Jingmo drank it all without leaving a drop. It turned out that Shen Jingmo really loved his sister.
Song Zhiwei held it in his mouth for a long time, hesitated, and swallowed the soup with a gulp, "Sister's cooking tastes really good.
But I think Shen Jingmo's suggestion is very good. The kitchen is too dangerous. My sister is not suitable to enter. If she gets hurt, the old man at home will be distressed and may even blame Shen Jingmo. "
After targeting each other for so long, this is the first time they have united as a front.
"You all said it's delicious, let me try it and see how it tastes." Song Zhiyuan stood up to get the soup spoon, but Song Zhiwei was quicker and snatched the spoon away.
Song Zhiwei refilled the soup that Shen Jingmo had just finished drinking, "Sister, don't drink it. Shen Jingmo likes it. You see, he has already drunk two bowls. Let Shen Jingmo drink it. If you want soup, you can have the cabbage dumpling soup. I will help you."
Song Zhiwei signaled Shen Jingmo with his eyes to drink quickly, while helping Song Zhiyuan to serve the dumpling soup.
Shen Jingmo drank up the entire pot of tasteless and fishy food.
When preparing to rest at night, Shen Jingmo frequently went to the toilet.
Song Zhiyuan noticed something was wrong and looked away from the computer. "Jingmo, did you have a stomach upset tonight? Why do you keep running to the bathroom?"
Chen Jingmo didn't dare to say that there was something wrong with the old duck soup he ate. "It must be that the beans were not fully cooked, and I had an upset stomach."
"Yuanyuan, in order not to disturb your rest, I will sleep in the guest room tonight." Chen Jingmo picked up the pillow on the bed, hugged his stomach and turned to walk towards the guest room.
Before closing the door, he reminded her, "Yuanyuan, work less and rest early."
"I'll take a break after I finish correcting these assignments." Song Zhiyuan has to correct the assignments submitted by the students before the open class the day after tomorrow.
Song Zhiyuan looked at the man who was hunched over and looked weak, "Jing Mo, if you feel unwell, just tell me and I'll go to the hospital with you."
"It's okay, it's just a slight diarrhea. Just think of it as clearing my stomach. Otherwise, I have to lose weight for this play, so I need to clear my stomach in advance." After Shen Jingmo finished speaking, he closed the door and went to the guest room downstairs to rest.
An hour later, Song Zhiyuan finished correcting the homework.
Instead of resting, Song Zhiyuan went to the kitchen to pour a cup of hot water and knocked on the door of the guest room.
Without hearing any movement from Shen Jingmo, Song Zhiyuan opened the door and walked in.
A bedside lamp illuminated the entire room. Shen Jingmo curled up beside the bed, his face slightly pale. When he saw Song Zhiyuan coming over, he struggled to sit up from the bed, "Yuanyuan, haven't you rested yet?"
"I just finished work and was worried about you. Are you feeling better?" Song Zhiyuan raised her hand and tentatively touched the man's forehead.
Not hot, but rather cool.
Shen Jingmo was completely exhausted from running.
The feeling came over him again, and without waiting for Shen Jingmo to finish answering Song Zhiyuan's question, he put on his slippers and ran to the bathroom downstairs.
Song Zhiyuan stood outside the door with a worried look on her face and knocked gently. "Jing Mo, do you want me to take you to the hospital? Bean poisoning is very serious if not treated properly."
Chen Jingmo's weak voice came through the door, "No need, just go to the bathroom twice and I'll be fine. I don't feel anything else at the moment. Yuanyuan, go and rest quickly."
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