Chapter 116 Why is this?
Zhang Pengfei stared at him dumbfounded for a long time before he came to his senses. He then hurriedly frowned and urged, "Turn off the stove! Turn on the range hood!"
Luckily he was home, otherwise I definitely would have called the fire department!
Chen Jingyang covered his nose and went inside to turn off the stove, but the range hood... he didn't know how to turn it on!
He ran out again, looking disheveled, and asked Zhang Pengfei with a pained expression, "The range hood... has several buttons, which one do I press?"
Zhang Pengfei really wanted to bite him again: "Right in the middle, the red dot!"
Ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye, five eggs and a few drops of oil were wasted, and what was left was a pot of black charcoal dust and a thrilling "escape".
Chen Jingyang glanced at the contents of the pot, chuckled awkwardly, and sincerely suggested to Zhang Pengfei, "Baby, how about... we order takeout? It's too dangerous!"
Zhang Pengfei sneered, leaned against the wall with his handrail, and said indifferently, "No, continue."
Chen Jingyang scratched his head again, pulling out several strands of hair, and carefully advised him, "I'm mainly worried about you going hungry. Trying again... might not even work."
Zhang Pengfei didn't waste any words with him, and with a flick of his chin, said, "Wash the pots!"
Chen Jingyang had no choice but to bite the bullet and go back into the kitchen. He scrubbed the pot and took out a few eggs, preparing to repeat the previous process.
"There's no need to fight."
Chen Jingyang was overjoyed, thinking that Zhang Pengfei had changed his mind, and quickly turned around: "Does that mean we don't need to cook? I'll order for you right away!"
"no!"
Zhang Pengfei shifted his position to make himself more comfortable and said expressionlessly, "No fried egg, just a poached egg."
Chen Jingyang's face visibly withered from a blooming rose into a clump of frost-bitten hay. He said "Oh," frowned, and asked, "How do you make a fried egg?"
"Boil the water."
Chen Jingyang is something else!
I filled a pot halfway with water and started boiling it.
After the water boiled, he turned to ask, "What's next? What do I do?"
"Small fire."
"Oh!" Chen Jingyang turned the fire down.
Zhang Pengfei instructed him: "Crack the eggs directly into the spoon."
This isn't difficult either. Just now he could crack the eggs into a bowl, and this time he can crack them into a spoon. Chen Jingyang can do it well.
Actually, you could just crack the eggs into the pot or crack them into a bowl and then pour them into the pot, but Zhang Pengfei was worried that he would be clumsy and get burned, so he used a spoon instead.
"Then what?"
"Put the spoon into the pot, submerge it, let it turn white, then pour it out."
Chen Jingyang did as instructed. As soon as the spoon was dipped into the boiling water, the originally transparent egg white quickly turned white upon contact with the heat, and the edges curled up slightly like soft clouds, spreading outward little by little. Meanwhile, the yolk lay steadily in the center of the egg white, still maintaining its bright orange-yellow color, like a small moon supported by white clouds.
Chen Jingyang was very curious, and his expression was no less than Zhang Pengfei's when he saw a box full of money: "Hey! It's about to freeze!"
Zhang Pengfei exhaled a breath of air through his nose, a faint smile on his face. If he were sitting on the sofa with a glass of red wine in his hand, he would be exactly the same as Chen Jingyang back then.
After a dozen seconds, the white color of the egg white gradually solidified, slowly coagulating from the edge to the center. The originally stretched "cloud-like edges" began to shrink, becoming thick and elastic. You could feel that the egg white had taken shape and was no longer easy to crumble.
"Okay," Zhang Pengfei said, "Pour it into the water and make another one."
The second one was a piece of cake for Chen Jingyang.
After the poached eggs were cooked, they were taken out and the noodles were put into the water. Zhang Pengfei told him that two handfuls would be enough, but Chen Jingyang thought it was too little, so he put in another handful. Unexpectedly, after the noodles were cooked, they expanded to more than twice their original size, and there was almost no soup left.
Add the greens, drizzle with some sesame oil, sprinkle with salt, put the noodles into a bowl, and top with a poached egg. A bowl of clear broth egg noodles that doesn't quite have all the color, aroma, and flavor is ready.
Chen Jingyang first served Zhang Pengfei a bowl, looking at it expectantly: "Try it, how does it taste?"
Zhang Pengfei picked up a few noodles, blew on them, and put them in his mouth: "Not bad."
"Really?!" Chen Jingyang smiled, his eyes sparkling, and leaned closer. "Let me have a taste too," he said, opening his mouth to wait for Zhang Pengfei to feed him.
Zhang Pengfei smiled, picked up a few sticks, blew on them, and put them in his mouth.
Chen Jingyang chewed, raising an eyebrow: "Hmm?! No wonder you wouldn't let me order takeout, homemade food really does taste better!"
Isn't that obvious? I almost burned the house just to eat this noodle dish, how could it not be delicious?
"Get it out of the pot quickly, it'll clump together!"
Chen Jingyang ate all the noodles in the pot. Since the bowl couldn't hold them all, he used the basin he had just used to wash the vegetables to put them in, and then he brought them to the dining table with a chuckle.
He'd never been so casual about eating before, and he found it quite amusing.
Zhang Pengfei picked up a poached egg from his bowl and placed it on his plate, saying, "You can't finish it."
Chen Jingyang put the eggs back on his plate: "There are only two eggs, you can definitely finish them. You're too thin, you need to eat more."
Zhang Pengfei shook his head: "It'll get boring, let's eat fruit instead."
"Okay!" Chen Jingyang picked up the egg back. "I'll take out the fruit and wash it for you first, so it won't get cold after you finish eating."
Zhang Pengfei stopped him: "Eat first, then we'll have to eat."
Chen Jingyang smiled and said, "It's alright! It'll be quick!"
After lunch, Zhang Pengfei wanted to read the paper again, but Chen Jingyang wouldn't allow it: "You already read it before lunch. You can only read it after your lunch break. Or, how about watching some TV? Paw Patrol?"
Zhang Pengfei glanced at him, looking at him like he was an idiot: "On-site Explanation."
Chen Jingyang reluctantly turned on "Live Talk" for him, and conscientiously cleaned up the dishes and put them in the dishwasher.
During this time, he glanced down and saw that the stove and the floor were sticky with egg liquid that had been spilled earlier. But he really didn't want to clean it up. Seeing that Zhang Pengfei's attention was on the TV, he quietly closed the door and decided to leave the mess to Sister Li.
After the first episode aired, Zhang Pengfei was still not satisfied and wanted to watch another one. Chen Jingyang firmly disagreed and, without saying a word, carried him back to bed, wrapped his arms around him, and pulled him into her arms, just like more than two months ago, trying to force Zhang Pengfei to shut down.
Zhang Pengfei objected: "Let go!"
Chen Jingyang didn't let go; in fact, he held on even tighter. To better restrain Zhang Pengfei, he slipped one hand under Zhang's neck and naturally wrapped it around his chest.
Unable to move his upper body, Zhang Pengfei instinctively moved his legs, and Chen Jingyang pressed his own leg down on top of him. By sheer coincidence, his knee landed on a soft mass.
Zhang Pengfei twisted around a few times, then suddenly stopped and looked over curiously.
Chen Jingyang also noticed something was wrong and got up to check.
The two of them were stunned at the same time!
Zhang Pengfei touched it, then suddenly shuddered, his hand remaining firmly in his grasp. Confused, he asked Chen Jingyang, "Why is this?"
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