Seeing that Song Ying'an didn't answer, Lin Xuanjiao thought he couldn't guess it, so she took the lead in revealing the answer: "It's roasted sweet potatoes! I brought them specially for you. Do you want to try it? It tastes pretty good."
Hearing that it was specially brought for him, Song Yingan took the roasted sweet potato from Lin Xuanjiao's hand.
"Thanks!"
This thank you was said very quietly. If it weren't for Lin Xuanjiao's excellent hearing, she probably wouldn't have heard it.
"What are you thanking me for? I haven't even thanked you for making me a delicious meal, and you're already thanking me."
Song Yingan was holding a still warm roasted sweet potato in her hand. She must have roasted this sweet potato herself. This way, she could be said to be eating food made by herself!
Song Ying'an might have been secretly delighted at the thought. Upon hearing Lin Xuanjiao's response, he raised his voice a little louder than before, "How can this be the same? You gave me the money, so it's only natural for me to cook for you. Bringing me something is something else entirely."
Lin Xuanjiao looked at Song Ying'an. Song Ying'an was good in every way except that he was a little too serious. He could even take a roasted sweet potato so seriously.
"Okay, okay, I accept your thanks. Come and try this roasted sweet potato."
Seeing Song Ying'an peel the paper off the roasted sweet potato, revealing its grenade-like black exterior, Lin Xuanjiao couldn't help but speak: "Don't you think this shell is a little too black, like a grenade?"
Song Ying'an paused. A grenade? He had never seen one, only heard of it. But it probably meant that the roasted sweet potato was too dark!
However, Song Yingan always thought that this roasted sweet potato was baked by Lin Xuanjiao herself, and now he thinks this roasted sweet potato looks good no matter how he looks at it.
Hearing Lin Xuanjiao's complaints, Song Ying'an didn't agree, "It's actually not bad! It looks pretty good."
“…This thing…looks good?”
Lin Xuanjiao almost suspected that she had heard it wrong. Was it that people in the two worlds had different aesthetic tastes, or was it that Song Yingan had different tastes? This black roasted sweet potato that looked like a grenade had nothing to do with the word "good-looking".
However, we should still respect other people's ideas and not impose our own ideas on others.
"Maybe this suits your taste! When my friend gave it to me to eat, I was a little hesitant to eat it because of its appearance, but in the end it tasted pretty good."
Hearing Lin Xuanjiao's answer, Song Ying'an felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck him, knocking him unconscious for a moment. After a long while, he muttered, "You didn't bake this?"
This question confused Lin Xuanjiao: "When did I say I made these? My friend baked two and gave them to me. They were too big, so I only ate one. The remaining one is just right for you."
"So you bring me what others give you?"
"What's wrong? Don't you want to eat?" Lin Xuanjiao looked at Song Ying'an who was a little confused. He was fine just now, why did he suddenly become so emotional?
Noticing that his tone was a little agitated, Song Ying'an quickly calmed himself down: "No, I just suddenly felt that this roasted sweet potato wasn't that good looking anymore."
When Lin Xuanjiao heard this, she finally felt relieved. Although she respected other people's ideas, her mood would still be affected to some extent when she met someone who had different ideas from her own.
"You only just noticed this! When I held it in my hand, I thought the exterior was a little too dark."
Song Yingan nodded: "It's a little dark. I didn't bake it this dark. I'll bake it for you next time."
In fact, what Song Yingan meant by this sentence is that he roasts it much better than this sweet potato. In the future, if Lin Xuanjiao wants to eat roasted sweet potatoes, she can just ask him directly without asking anyone else.
But how could Lin Xuanjiao understand Song Ying'an's little tricks? She didn't doubt Song Ying'an's words at all: "Okay! Next time, you have to give me a nice roasted sweet potato, and it can't be too big, otherwise I will choke when I eat it."
Song Ying'an took note and said, "Don't worry, I will pick small roots for you. I have yellow and white cores at home. Which one do you want?"
When Lin Xuanjiao heard about Huang Xin, her eyes lit up. Isn’t Huang Xin a must-have for roasting sweet potatoes?
"You still have yellow core ones! I thought they only had white core ones."
"The ones planted in the fields here are all white-core ones. The ones with yellow cores are the ones I exchanged with others and planted at home."
“Oh oh!”
Lin Xuanjiao answered briefly and then turned her attention to the wooden box brought by Song Yingan.
"Is this the slippery meat you made?"
Seeing that Lin Xuanjiao had no intention of reaching out, Song Ying'an took the wooden box and handed it to Lin Xuanjiao: "Try it, it's our specialty here."
Lin Xuanjiao took the wooden box, sat down, and opened the lid. As soon as she opened it, she saw many meat balls that looked like meatballs but were not meatballs.
This meat ball is slightly larger than the meatballs, and you can tell at a glance that the meat in the meat ball is not cut as finely as in the meatballs. The crystal clear starch combined with the meat ball looks pink and tender, which makes you hungry just by looking at it.
Lin Xuanjiao couldn't wait to pick one up and put it in her mouth. The slippery meat was chewier than the meatballs, and the slippery meat itself must have been seasoned, which made Lin Xuanjiao feel that the taste was just right.
As Song Ying'an had said, the pork was delicious. Lin Xuanjiao swallowed the pork in her mouth and looked at Song Ying'an, praising him profusely. "Song Ying'an, you're amazing. You can cook so many things. This pork is delicious, just as you said."
Seeing Lin Xuanjiao enjoying her meal, Song Yingan felt that everything she had done was worth it. "If there were still some pea tips left, they would taste even better if we added them in and cooked them together."
"Pea tips? Are there no pea tips now?"
Lin Xuanjiao knew about pea tips. When she was watching videos before, she knew about the Sichuan people’s favorite - pea tips.
"Yeah! It's not the season to eat pea tips yet, but I put some cabbage leaves and vermicelli in it and it tastes pretty good."
After hearing Song Ying'an's words, Lin Xuanjiao shifted her attention from the slippery meat to the cabbage and vermicelli. The slippery meat was so eye-catching that she had no time to pay attention to other places.
I picked up a few pieces of vermicelli and cabbage and put them in my mouth. The cabbage and vermicelli absorbed the soup and tasted very good. In short, Lin Xuanjiao (the author) was at a loss for words.
While eating the delicious food, Lin Xuanjiao felt that she had made the right decision to agree to have dinner with Song Yingan. If she had not been brave enough to speak up, she might still be chewing on dry biscuits and cold egg cakes.
Thinking of this, Lin Xuanjiao looked at Song Ying'an with a relieved smile on her face, which made Song Ying'an pause again.
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