Chapter 13 Biluochun Tea Has Come to Life...
Chapter 13
As soon as Luo Xiaoran finished speaking, the director waved to the staff member checking the dishes, signaling him to check if the dishes were in good condition.
After all, if the guests really can't cook an edible meal, the production team will have to intervene.
We can't really let people starve to death.
The food inspector walked up to Luo Xiaoran, and like a working dog, raised his hand to fan the aroma from the plate, then suddenly widened his eyes: "Delicious!"
Luo Xiaoran was still feeling relaxed after being amused by Chu Xingli. Seeing the amazing reaction of the chef to his cooking, he couldn't help but smile and invite, "Please come and have some when we eat later."
The director was worried that the food critic might greedily and rudely tear a piece of goose meat from the plate, so he quickly waved him back.
Since the fragrance is so strong, it seems there's no need to verify it too carefully anymore.
"It smells so good, so delicious," the food critic muttered as she walked back to the director's side. "I almost couldn't resist grabbing a piece of meat and stuffing it in my mouth."
Director: "...I was just afraid you'd mutate."
[Haha, buddy, are you sure you don't have to be so honest? This is hilarious!]
[Just from the staff's description, I know how delicious Ranzi's dishes are!]
[Chu Xingli is eating so well, I said goose (her face turns yellow)]
"Then congratulations to Xing Li and Xiao Ran's group," the director looked extremely excited, as if he could crawl under the bed and eavesdrop, "for successfully winning the opportunity to share a bed in the luxury suite on the second floor!"
The merciless words assaulted Chu Xingli's ears, making her feel a sense of darkness in her life, and she even lost her appetite for the fragrant stewed goose in the iron pot.
Naturally, no one saw Luo Xiaoran's barely concealed chuckle after hearing the director's words.
The second group to finish was Zhou Maidong and Lu Yunxin.
With Luo Xiaoran's guidance, Zhou Maidong painstakingly completed the feat of stewing goose in an iron pot.
...At least it's ripe.
As usual, the food reviewer came over, expecting to be as pleasant as before, but to my surprise, a sudden sniff filled my nostrils with a burnt smell.
He was shocked and took two steps back, but when he turned around, he was met by Zhu Ji, who was also carrying a freshly cooked goose to inspect.
"Would you like to sniff me?"
Lin Ning whispered a correction: "It's used to describe a person's 'smell,' not 'smell.'"
Faced with Zhu Ji's enthusiasm, the food critic silently recited the saying "Money is hard to earn, and food is hard to eat," maintaining his conviction, and took a sniff of Zhu Ji's goose: "..."
Zhou Maidong and Zhu Ji, one after the other, carried plates, full of anticipation: "How is it?"
The food critic, unbiased, commented: "I feel that the goose stewed by Brother Zhou and Teacher Zhu has a slightly burnt and stale taste..."
Chu Xingli took the goose leg that Luo Xiaoran had taken off for him, dragged a small stool with one hand, and sat down in the center of the food evaluation scene to watch the fun. He would take a bite, look at it, take another bite, hold back his laughter, and then continue watching.
The food critic paused, then helplessly pressed his temples: "This flavor goes straight to your palate. Some burnt flavors just linger in your nasal cavity. Brother Zhou's stewed goose and Teacher Zhu's stewed potatoes have similar burnt techniques. This burnt flavor fills your entire nasal cavity, including your skull and chest cavity, with that very burnt smell... Director, can I claim a work injury claim?"
Zhou Maidong and Zhu Ji were both heartbroken and ashamed to face their wives. They sat down at the table with their plates in tow.
"Don't worry, everyone. The production team certainly won't just stand by and watch you go hungry, right?" The director gestured to the staff to place the boxed meals they had prepared in advance in front of the guests whose stewed goose had failed. "As for the ingredients, our staff will reheat them and cook them again. There will be no waste, so please rest assured."
Bao Keming and Qiao Manyun stubbornly refused to admit that their goose was not cooked properly. When the staff asked them several times if they needed boxed meals, they both waved their hands in unison and refused.
“Our stewed goose is pretty good too,” Bao Keming said after taking a bite. He almost spat it out, but he still tried to remain calm. “We used to drink pigeon soup and chicken soup at home, so it’s good to have some goose soup today.”
Qiao Manyun picked up a piece of potato whose color was still a bit suspicious and put it in her mouth. As she bit down, her expression changed.
However, to save face, I forced myself to swallow it.
[No boy, listen to yourself, does "goose soup" sound reasonable?]
[Haha, you're just being stubborn. Zhu Ji will tear all your books up in a minute.]
Luo Xiaoran knew Chu Xingli's temperament well.
When faced with so many people eating together, his first priority was naturally to enjoy the spectacle; even eating the stewed goose was secondary.
"I've shredded it for you," Luo Xiaoran said, taking off his disposable gloves and pushing the small bowl containing the shredded goose meat to Chu Xingli's side. "It'll be easier to eat this way."
Chu Xingli was secretly glancing at Zhou Maidong and Lu Yunxin's interaction when she heard this. She quickly turned to look at Luo Xiaoran and grinned at him: "Thanks~ You should eat more too."
The habitual thank you, as always, made Luo Xiaoran's heart tremble slightly.
The more this happened, the more convinced he became that Baobao would eventually remember their entire past.
"Xingli, Xiaoran, can I have a piece?" Zhu Ji looked at his half-burnt stewed goose, then enviously glanced at the exquisitely plated dishes in front of Chu Xingli, unable to believe that the two dishes were made from the same ingredients.
Chu Xingli nodded generously and pushed the plate toward him: "Eat, help yourself."
Anyway, neither he nor Luo Xiaoran could finish such a large portion, so this would avoid waste.
Upon hearing this, Zhu Ji was overjoyed. He quickly turned around to look at Lin Ning, who was eating rice with her bowl, and then took a new pair of chopsticks to Chu Xingli's table to pick up some food.
Bao Keming watched as Zhu Ji took nearly a quarter of the dishes from Chu Xingli's table, and he couldn't help but feel a little tempted.
After all, the stew he and Qiao Manyun made really didn't look like an edible dish.
Thinking this to himself, Bao Keming took an empty bowl, walked over to Chu Xingli's table, and tried to strike up a conversation with him: "Xingli, look at this goose, it's just like our lives..."
Chu Xingli ignored him: "..."
He casually picked up a piece of soft, sweet potato and put it in his mouth to taste, making Bao Keming's eyes almost pop out of their sockets.
Seeing this, Chu Xingli deliberately looked down at the small bowl filled with shredded meat that Luo Xiaoran had given him, then turned to praise Luo Xiaoran: "You stewed these potatoes really well."
“Life is full of ups and downs, twists and turns,” Bao Keming continued, “and potatoes are too…”
Chu Xingli couldn't stand this fatherly speech any longer and raised his hand to interrupt him: "If you want food, just say so. Potatoes are potatoes. If you think it's like life, then go eat life. Don't beg for food here."
Once Chu Xingli pointed it out, Bao Keming relaxed: "Oh, I was just embarrassed."
"Why don't you do less of the things you're embarrassed to do?" Chu Xingli had no intention of letting him off the hook, seizing every opportunity to roast Bao Keming until he was speechless.
Because Qiao Manyun resisted contact with Chu Xingli, even though Bao Keming shamelessly took two pieces of meat from Chu Xingli's plate, she resolutely refused to eat them and instead lowered her head to eat her boxed lunch.
Chu Xingli was naturally unwilling to let her eat what Luo Xiaoran made.
It's best not to eat it.
*
After dinner, the staff led everyone upstairs and escorted them to the rooms they had earned through merit.
Chu Xingli's memory is like a faulty light bulb, intermittent and intermittent.
It wasn't until he pushed open the door that he suddenly realized he and Luo Xiaoran were sleeping in the same room tonight.
Looking at the large bed in the center of the bedroom, Chu Xingli's mind suddenly went blank: "Where...are we going to sleep?"
[Wow...what a huge bed!]
[Where are you going to sleep? You're definitely going to sleep in Ranzi's arms (doge)]
I'm really curious, they seemed so harmonious, why did they get divorced?
Out of bewilderment, Chu Xingli knew that his question was problematic; it didn't sound like something a normal person would ask. However, he was genuinely puzzled by the question.
Just as he was standing with his hands on his hips, pondering how to arrange the sleeping positions, Luo Xiaoran, who had been standing silently to the side for a while, spoke up:
"If it might bother you, I'll just sleep on the carpet or the sofa."
After he finished speaking, he turned his head to the side and coughed lightly twice. Then he took two steps forward, using his stride to roughly measure how long and wide he needed to lie down.
Chu Xingli felt a pang of guilt and heartache upon seeing this.
"No need, no need, you sleep in the bed." Chu Xingli always remembered that he had a high fever a few days ago, and he couldn't let him get cold again.
Luo Xiaoran's eyes lit up slightly: "The two of us together?"
Chu Xingli's alarm bells rang loudly: "You sleep on the sofa, I'll sleep on the sofa."
Luo Xiaoran's voice was low and sounded very tired: "Never mind."
Seeing that Chu Xingli still didn't say anything, he stepped forward, picked up the pillow, and pretended to put it on the carpet, his tone even more firm: "No need, I'm afraid I'll bother you."
Like a pitiful, homeless puppy, soaked by the heavy rain.
Chu Xingli couldn't stand it any longer. She strode up to Luo Xiaoran, grabbed his pillow, and threw it back onto the bed: "No, you have to sleep with me tonight!"
Luo Xiaoran looked very troubled. After hesitating for a long time, he finally nodded: "Alright then."
Chu Xingli: "???"
...Something seems off?
Wait, what do I smell?
It seems like Biluochun tea has come to life.
[Ranzi Bro: (*￣︶￣) Watch carefully, I'll only teach you once]
[Hugs! He tricked you out of your tonic! Your tonic! (Shouting hoarsely)]
[Brother Ranzi, what are your thoughts on the "vixen" image in your future acting career?]
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