Chapter 4 This is very rude
After moving in for a week, Pei Song hardly saw Leon.
The other party was either in the laboratory or locked in the room. The sound of keyboard tapping was intermittent, and occasionally one could hear him talking on the phone in a low voice in German.
This almost zero-contact way of getting along made Pei Song relax a little.
Although I still get subconsciously nervous when I hear the door open, I’m no longer as frightened as I was when I first moved in.
It was another Saturday morning, and Pei Song slept in for a rare time.
When he opened Instagram to check the comments, he found that many fans were asking him when he would update his food videos.
"I haven't cooked for a long time..." Pei Song looked at the time. It was only ten o'clock in the morning.
Leon should have gone to the lab at this time.
The kitchen was very clean and it was obvious that hardly anyone had used it.
Pei Song opened the refrigerator and found only takeout boxes besides a few bottles of mineral water.
It seems that Leon usually lives on takeout.
After simply tidying up the kitchen, Pei Song began to process the ingredients he had bought in advance.
He planned to make a Sichuan-style twice-cooked pork, one of the most popular dishes in his career as a food blogger.
The marinated pork belly is in boiling water in a pot, the onion, ginger and garlic have been chopped, and the side dishes are also ready.
As the oil heats up, the aroma of minced garlic begins to fill the kitchen.
"Is it Pixian bean paste?"
The sudden sound scared Pei Song so much that he almost threw the shovel away.
He turned around and saw Leon standing at the kitchen door without him knowing when, his hazel eyes staring at the stove.
"You...when did you come back?" Pei Song tried hard to calm his frightened heartbeat.
"Just now." Leon leaned against the door frame, his eyes still fixed on the boiling pot steam, and added, "It came out when it smelled the fragrance."
Pei Song was stunned. This usually cold roommate not only recognized the seasoning, but also pronounced it surprisingly well.
"Do you know a lot about Sichuan cuisine?" Pei Song couldn't help but ask.
Leon was silent for a while, as if he was thinking about whether to answer the question.
Finally, he said, "My Chinese name is Shi Yanchen. It was given by my grandmother, who is from Sichuan."
Pei Song never expected to get such an answer.
He secretly looked at Shi Yanchen's profile, trying to find some oriental features on that cold face.
"So..." Shi Yanchen stared at the meat slices rolling in the pot, "It shouldn't be a problem to make one more portion, right?"
Does this count as...wanting to eat for free?
Pei Song couldn't help but look at him again.
Shi Yanchen still had that aloof look on his face, but his eyes kept following the food in the pot, and he even unconsciously took a step closer to the kitchen.
"Of course." Pei Song found it a little funny, "But it might be spicy."
"It doesn't matter. I've been eating spicy food since I was a child." When saying this, Shi Yanchen's tone actually had a hint of pride.
Pei Song suddenly found it very interesting to see this senior who usually had a cold face showing such an expression because of a Sichuan meal.
He began to concentrate on seasoning, controlling the heat just right, and soon the aroma became stronger.
"Alright." Pei Song put the steaming hot twice-cooked pork on a plate and paired it with freshly fried vegetables. "Would you like to try it?"
Shi Yanchen sat down at the dining table with elegant and restrained movements, and picked up a piece of meat steadily with his chopsticks.
"It's cooked just right." Shi Yanchen commented after chewing for a while. His tone was still cold, but there was a hint of surprise in his eyes. "It looks like my grandmother's cooking."
Pei Song didn't expect to receive such an evaluation.
This aloof roommate usually speaks in short, imperative sentences and rarely gives such specific comments.
Shi Yanchen continued to eat. Although his expression remained stern, his chopstick movements became faster and faster.
Before I knew it, most of the plate of twice-cooked pork was finished.
"Do you usually order takeout?" Pei Song couldn't help but ask.
"Yeah." Shi Yanchen put down his chopsticks and wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue. "The Chinese restaurants here can't make food this tasty."
After saying that, he stood up and went back to his room, but stopped at the door: "Thank you."
Watching the other person's tall figure disappear in the study, Pei Song began to clean up the dishes.
There was still a faint fragrance wafting through the kitchen, reminding me that what had just happened was not an illusion.
Who would have thought that this normally cold-blooded Chinese-German man would look nostalgic over a home-cooked meal.
Food can really touch the softest part of people's hearts.
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Shi Yanchen sat in his study, the blue light from the laptop screen reflected on his deep features.
The keyboard sounds stopped abruptly, and he frowned slightly, staring at an email that had just been received on his mobile phone.
"Master, regarding the background check of your new roommate..." He quickly browsed the content sent by the butler, his face becoming increasingly cold.
"Who asked you to investigate him?" Shi Yanchen dialed the phone coldly, with obvious anger in his voice.
The butler on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment: "This is a routine investigation. Every time the young master has a new social circle..."
"Delete it, it's very rude." Shi Yanchen interrupted directly, "In the future, do not investigate anyone without my instructions."
"But Master, your social circle..."
"I said, delete it." Shi Yanchen's voice became even colder, "Don't make me repeat it for the third time."
After hanging up the phone, he stared at the email, his finger lingering on the delete key for a moment.
He clicked on the link attached to the report and was directed to an Instagram account with nearly 100,000 followers.
The video pinned to the top of the homepage was the twice-cooked pork that he had smelled a few days ago. The color was tempting and the aroma seemed to overflow through the screen.
In the comment section below the video, netizens from all over the world expressed their praise for this dish in different languages.
Many local food bloggers in Country D left messages expressing their desire to cooperate with the blogger.
Shi Yanchen continued to flip through the pages and discovered that Pei Song not only knew how to cook Sichuan cuisine, but could also perfectly recreate Chinese food from all over the country.
He can even cook some complicated traditional dishes of Country D to a level that amazes the locals.
"So that's how it is..." Shi Yanchen leaned back in his chair thoughtfully.
No wonder the twice-cooked pork that day was so authentic, it is definitely not the level of an ordinary international student.
Reports show that Pei Song is often invited to participate in food events across Country D.
In the circle of international students in City M, his cooking skills are known to everyone.
Many people attend various international student gatherings just for his delicious food.
Shi Yanchen's mouth curled up slightly. This seemingly gentle and shy roommate seemed to be more outstanding than he had imagined.