Although the kitchen is built in the courtyard, it is connected to the main house's dining room by a low corridor.
When Yun Wei and Xi De walked through the several-meter-long corridor and reached the kitchen door, they both stopped in their tracks.
Isaac and Silver were busy working diligently in the kitchen.
The two boys, both with tall frames, were wearing only close-fitting shirts, with the cuffs carefully rolled up past their elbows.
The crimson firelight illuminated their youthful faces and lit up their devoted and focused gazes.
It's hard to imagine the esteemed status and wealth of these two individuals.
Even though Yun Wei had seen Isaac cooking many times, he was still attracted by the other's handsome appearance at this moment.
He thought that in a peaceful moment, waiting for the other person to present him with a carefully prepared meal—that feeling might just be happiness.
He was engrossed in watching when he was suddenly caught off guard by the other person's resolute gaze.
Across the mountain of fruits and vegetables piled on the table, in an instant, that indomitable strength transformed into a gentle tenderness.
But their eye contact didn't last long.
“Ahem, Chef, is there anything I can do to help?” Sid asked.
The ethereal alchemist stepped into the kitchen, curiously examining the food on the stove, and couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, "Oh my goodness! I've never seen such exquisite food before. You are the true magician!"
Sid couldn't help but stretch his neck, tilting his head back to inhale the mouthwatering aroma in the air.
"You flatter me." Isaac bowed modestly, but his gaze never left Yun Wei. He pointed to the prepared salad and roast chicken and said, "If it's convenient, you can take these to the restaurant first."
“No problem,” Sid replied, standing on tiptoe to take the heavy baking tray from the grill rack beside the fireplace.
It has to be said that this baking pan made of black iron is really too bulky.
Sid had to hold onto the corner of the fireplace, and just as he was about to exert force, his outstretched hand suddenly felt light.
But then Silver took the baking pan from his hands and whispered, "I'll help too. Sid, this is a bit heavy, let me have it."
Sid couldn't help but glare at the young man whose face was red from the fire, but the latter looked bewildered and just grinned at him foolishly.
He couldn't help but curse under his breath, then put the portioned vinegared salad onto the tray, saying defiantly, "Be careful, don't be clumsy."
Silver said, feeling wronged, "No way, even Brother Isaac just praised me for my talent in cooking."
He carefully removed the plump chicken from the grill and placed it in the center of the iron plate.
Sid sneered, "That's just politeness from others."
As he decorated the empty plate next to the roast chicken, he glanced at the pitiful Silver and changed his tune, saying, "But maybe it'll turn out just in time."
Upon hearing the clearly awkward praise, the puppy, who was looking aggrieved just a second ago, transformed into an energetic sled dog the next.
A moment later, the two of them finally walked away, bickering (mainly from Sid's side) while carrying plates full of food.
The kitchen fell silent.
Isaac glanced at Yun Wei, who had walked up to him, and finally couldn't help but put down the kitchen utensils in his hands.
He raised his palm, wrapped his forearm around Yun Wei, and quickly kissed the other's cheek.
Isaac gazed into Yun Wei's eyes and said softly, "There's also baked bean paste. Just a little while longer, it'll be ready soon."
"Mm." Yun Wei nodded quietly.
Seeing her boyfriend still busy, a thought struck him.
Yun Wei quietly untied the strip of cloth wrapped around his left palm, washed his hands with water control magic, and asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Isaac turned to look at him, then smiled and said, "Then help me mash these steamed potatoes into a puree."
Looking at the other person's still handsome jawline, Yun Wei was suddenly moved again.
He replied softly, "Okay."
He picked up the wooden basin containing small pieces of potato, and used a long, flat spoon to mash the potato.
Even though he was already a notorious "kitchen killer," the other party would still trust him and teach him simple steps again and again.
He might not understand seasoning and cooking time, but he should be able to help out in a simple way.
Yun Wei couldn't help but recall how he had initially made such a mess of the kitchen.
He couldn't help but think of his mother standing by the stove with a long face.
And later, I saw myself standing by the pot with the same gloomy expression.
Perhaps, he just lacks that one gesture of affection.
A heartfelt wish to bring happiness to one's family.
Because cooking is considered a tedious daily chore, the taste is not a concern at all.
Even if the eggshell is broken, I won't bother to pick it up.
It doesn't matter whether the food is cooked or raw, as long as it fills my stomach.
As for seasoning—
It doesn't matter when or what seasonings you add; how much you pour in depends entirely on your mood.
Regardless of whether the food is good or bad, the people eating always have the same expression. Everyone just sits at the table, scoops up the rice in their bowls, and that's it.
But he won't do it again.
Yun Wei, whose arms were a little sore from pounding fifty sets of herbs at the alchemy table, thought to himself as he patiently crushed each small piece of potato into a sandy texture.
If a potato with a smooth cut slides off the edge of the bowl, he will patiently use a flat spoon to pull it back.
Food is meant to bring happiness to others.
Yun Wei thought to himself that every time he entered the kitchen from now on, he should keep in mind the insights he had gained at this moment.
Unexpectedly, the task he thought would take a long time was completed without him even realizing it.
Amid Isaac's praise, Yun Wei blushed and handed over the wooden basin.
Then, the other person skillfully mixed it with hummus and turnip puree, poured in milk, salt, and sugar, and stirred it into a soft and smooth paste in a hot saucepan.
Yun Wei couldn't help but recall the bowl of oatmeal porridge that had brought tears to his eyes.
Inside lay a rose carved from dandelion clay.
He couldn't help but call out, "Hey, Isaac."
The other person was using a spoon to scoop the paste-like tricolor mud into balls and place them on a metal plate coated with butter and onion strips that had been fried until golden brown.
The eggs, tomatoes, and broccoli are colorful and bright, serving as embellishments on the side of the plate. Inside the sculpted tomatoes, the adorable egg yolks are even shaped like hearts.
Amidst the sizzling aroma of caramelized meat, the focused knight responded with a nasal tone, "Hmm?"
With a silver spoon, Isaac lightly drizzled a few streaks of slightly sour sauce, then busied himself sprinkling on the final bits of basil and black pepper as a garnish.
Yun Wei gritted her teeth and asked, forcing a smile, "Was it the day you cooked for me that you were already plotting something?"
Who would put a rose carved from turnip clay into someone else's bowl?
But this question was still somewhat embarrassing for him.
When asked in the end, her initially confident attitude softened considerably.
Yun Wei's ears were burning; he didn't know where to look.
He wanted to stare at Isaac, but he always found himself unable to look away.
The tall, imposing knight paused for only a moment, then slowly asked in return, "Which day are you referring to?"
This guy is definitely doing it on purpose again!
Looking at the smile that could be clearly seen even when the other person's face was turned to the side, Yun Wei gritted his teeth.
But after completing the final step, Isaac straightened up and looked at him with utmost seriousness.
What rang in my ears was the other person's clear and composed voice—
"Hmm, which day do you want to ask about? I often cook for you, Fafa."
Help!
The last two words were so beautiful and tender that Yun Wei felt as if he were being set ablaze.
A familiar force came from his waist, and in a dizzying moment, Yun Wei was pinned against the kitchen wall.
In Yun Wei's vision, all that remained were those smoky gray eyes.
Her gaze was serene, but the only reflection within it was herself, her face flushed red.
I was already very tired today when my boyfriend suddenly pinned me against the wall, and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.
Yun Wei lowered his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "It was...it was that first 'surprise' time."
He was already rambling incoherently.
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