"Brother, please prepare it for me again..." Song Yibai smiled and had already said the words of thanks, but he suddenly reacted.
The smile on her face froze slightly.
"Isn't this prepared for me? I'm sorry, brother. I was too self-indulgent and thought..."
She tried hard to suppress the unnaturalness on her face, and asked in a soft voice:
"Fifth brother, who are you preparing this for? Mom, Dad, or Grandpa and Grandma? Can I help with it?"
Sweet and sour flavor?
Anyone in your family like sweet and sour?
"Need not."
Song Simo had a smile on his face. Although he was refusing, he still listened gently and patiently.
Song Yibai pursed his lips and stood behind watching him busy, feeling a strange feeling in his heart.
The person is still the same person, and the gentleness is still the same.
But for some reason, she always felt that his gentleness was only superficial, as if he was wearing a false mask.
"I'm a little hungry, can you please help me cook something to eat?"
Smelling the sour and sweet smell floating in the air, Song Yibai suddenly felt a little hungry.
She was hungry and subconsciously acted coquettishly towards Song Simo.
"Ask your aunt to do it for you. I don't have time."
Song Simo was still busy cooking. He was not very satisfied with this dish and prepared to make it a second time.
Heat up a pan of oil and put the ribs coated with flour into the pan. Before draining the water, you will hear crackling sounds of oil popping in the pan.
Song Yibai was so frightened that his face turned pale and he suddenly retreated several meters back.
Song Simo still stood there calmly, turning the ribs in the pan from time to time.
When the ribs are almost fried, scoop them out with a slotted spoon and set them aside.
Watching his skillful movements, Song Yibai's frightened heart gradually returned to normal beating. He mustered up the courage and said again:
"Fifth brother, Auntie's cooking isn't as delicious as yours. I want to eat what you cook."
Song Simo didn't look at her and was seriously making the dish in front of him.
When the sauce thickens, pour in the fried crispy pork ribs.
Let each piece of ribs be evenly coated with the sweet and sour sauce, and cook for a while, and the sweet and sour ribs are ready.
I tasted it carefully and it tasted just right.
However, if it is left for a long time, the crispness will gradually soften and the taste of the dish will be greatly reduced.
Song Simo took off his apron, sorted out the ingredients and condiments needed for the dish, packed them up, and prepared to take them back to the old house to cook.
Seeing that he was about to leave, Song Yibai couldn't help but call him again.
"Fifth brother, I want to eat the food you cook. Can you make me another dish?"
Song Simo glanced at her and pointed at the two dishes on the table.
"I don't want this. You can eat it if you want."
"But I don't like sweet and sour dishes. Sweet and sour tastes weird."
Song Yibai pursed his lips.
Song Simo walked out with the bag and said to the servant who was still in the living room:
"We don't need some of the dishes in the kitchen anymore. Sister Li, if you want to eat them, take them away. If you don't want to eat them, you can dispose of them."
"Okay, Master Simo."
The servant nodded and walked into the kitchen. He saw Song Yibai standing there with a smile on his face.
"Miss Yibai, what would you like to eat?"
Seeing the dishes on the table, thinking that Song Yibai might not like them, the servant picked up the dishes and prepared to put them away first.
"I don't want to eat anymore!"
Song Yibai glanced at the dish, suddenly became angry, and reached out to push the plate away.
Song Simo heard the sound of porcelain breaking in the kitchen, but he didn't react and continued walking out.
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