"No...feelings."
Ye Qingliu replied.
When Yan Wei came over, he saw this scene: Ye Qingliu was lying on the table, his arms spread out weakly, his fingers slightly curled, as if he still wanted to grab something.
His face was buried deep in his arms, his messy hair was scattered casually on the table, and a few strands of hair were stuck to his flushed cheeks.
His breathing was heavy and irregular, and he would occasionally utter an indistinct mutter or two. There was a trace of undried wine stain at the corner of his mouth. He looked a little embarrassed but also truly cute.
"Cai Jingye...! How could you bring him here to drink?"
Yan Yu was furious. He walked up to Ye Qingliu and just as he reached out to touch him, Ye Qingliu ruthlessly pushed him away.
"Xiao Qingliu... I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you at the time... I shouldn't have scolded you..."
"Don't be angry... okay..."
Yan Yi coaxed cautiously, reaching out and hugging the boy in front of him.
"I don't want to see you... I just... called to ask what you want to eat... I plan to cook it for you..."
Ye Qingliu's hand was about to loosen the other person's hand that was holding him.
This sentence made Yan Yu feel even more guilty.
"I was wrong... Little Ancestor... Come back with me, I'll make it up to you..."
Yan Yu’s response was an emotionless “Get lost”.
But these words had no killing power on Yan Yi. After drinking, his voice was soft and a little coquettish.
Since it’s useless, let’s do it.
Yan Yi directly carried the man up and left the bar.
After bringing the person home, Yan Wei never expected to be scolded.
"Young Master...you've been drinking..."
The butler asked with a bad look on his face.
In his memory, the young master had always been a very well-behaved boy, a good boy who never smoked or drank.
"Mr. Yan, it turns out you've led the young master astray."
Yan Yu was speechless, and just took the blame like that.
While you are at home, disaster may come from the sky.
"Butler Zhao, I don't want to take the blame for this. I didn't do it."
"Oh my God, such a good child was led astray by you..."
No matter how Yan Yu explained, Butler Zhao refused to listen at all.
He kept nagging and educating me for a long time.
Yan Wei found Cai Jingye.
"Cai Jingye, you'd better get out of my sight."
"Why should I listen to you?"
"Why did you take Xiao Qingliu out for a drink?"
“Don’t do anything, just be brave enough to try new things.”
What a great new thing! I hope you’re not the one getting scolded.
"Go back to where you came from."
"This isn't your home."
"You have no right to drive me away."
Cai Jingye speaks the truth accurately.
Silence of Cambridge tonight.
(Time dividing line————————)
When Ye Qingliu woke up from his drunken stupor, it was already eight o'clock in the evening. He simply cleaned himself up, went downstairs, put on an apron and went to the kitchen.
This time he decided to make braised pork. Starting with the ingredients, he had to carefully select the pork belly with a good balance of fat and lean meat, and cut each piece just right, neither too fatty nor too lean to be chewy.
The blanching process is the initial baptism of the meat, removing impurities and leaving behind purity and freshness.
The golden rock sugar slowly melts in the hot oil, and the moment it meets the pork belly, it's as if the whole world is stained with golden light.
The sugar color is evenly coated on the pieces of meat, giving them an attractive coating and foreshadowing the delicious food to come.
As the seasonings are added and the meat is slowly simmered, it slowly becomes tender and flavorful. The aroma of spices like bay leaves, star anise, and cinnamon intertwines with the fragrance of the meat, filling the entire kitchen.
At that moment, time seemed to stand still, leaving only the boiling soup in the pot and the infinite anticipation for delicious food in my heart.
When a plate of bright red, fragrant braised pork arrives on the table, it's more than just a dish. It bears the chef's meticulous care and sweat, imbued with the warmth and affection of home. Every bite is a supreme indulgence for the taste buds and a fond memory of good times past.
Braised pork, a seemingly simple dish, is imbued with profound cultural heritage and emotional value. It not only satisfies people's appetites, but also connects people emotionally.
Small Theater 1:
What happens when Yan Yi gets drunk?
"My dear Lord Qi, what do you want from me?"
Yan Yi sat on a chair next to the dining table, with his right arm bent on the armrest, supporting his head, his long legs crossed, and his eyes slightly narrowed.
Directly opposite him, Qi Zhetao's mouth twitched.
"Uncle Yan Yu, what's wrong with you?" To his left, Hua Jinyue raised his head from a pile of homework, but the pen in his hand did not stop, and he continued to write something.
Seeing Hua Jinyue's actions, Yan Yu seemed dissatisfied. He bent his left index finger and tapped in Hua Jinyue's direction: "Imperial sister, I have done my utmost to make you a princess. What are you dissatisfied with?"
"...Imperial sister?" The hand that was writing paused, Hua Jinyue's brain reacted for a while, and he turned to look at Ye Qingliu beside him.
At this time, Ye Qingliu was still drinking tea leisurely. When he noticed Hua Jinyue's gaze, he was about to explain something when a voice interrupted him.
"Queen Ye, why are you so cold to me?"
"I admit that I favor a lot of concubines, but Queen Ye, you are my favorite one."
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