Magic Love Ring

Song Yan trot to the vegetable market near the school and bought a spare rib, two potatoes, a cabbage, half a catty of pork and half a catty of green peppers.

He plans to make three dishes, roasted pork ribs with potatoes, boiled cabbage, and shredded pork with green peppers, all of which are ordinary home-style dishes, but the simpler the dishes, the more skillful he will be.

After buying good food, Song Ye went straight to Han Sha's single apartment.

"Tuk Tuk."

Knocking on the door, soon footsteps came from inside.

"Well, you're really going to buy food." Han Sha quipped as she looked at the dishes that Song Yi was carrying.

"The gentleman said something fast, and then, how dare I lie to Mei Mei's Han teacher?" During the conversation, Song Ye went in with the dishes, and he was very polite to take out the slippers from the shoe rack and put them on.

"It's really getting poorer," Han Sha cursed with a smile.

"Hey." Song Yan smiled, and went straight to the kitchen carrying vegetables.

Han Sha was a little curious, so she followed the door to the kitchen. Under her gaze, Song Min started to pan for rice, cook, and cut vegetables. It seemed to her that she looked a bit decent.

Song Yan glanced at Han Sha, who was standing in front of the kitchen door, and expressed his intentions. He put the chopped cabbage into the vegetable pocket and washed the two potatoes.

Suddenly, he threw a potato into the air, his right hand carried the knife like a fly, and he moved faster and faster, only to see a shadow of a white knife.

In less than a second, a potato was shaved cleanly. At the same time, Song Yong wielded a kitchen knife and drew a circle in the air. The kitchen knife seemed to have suction, and gathered the scattered potato skin on the knife. Then, As soon as he grabbed his left hand, the cut potatoes fell into his hands.

"Snapped!"

The blade was turned over, and the potato skin on the top fell into the trash bin. Then, Song Yan processed it again and cut another potato.

The whole process was like flowing water, and the time did not exceed five seconds. Han Sha, who was standing in front of the kitchen door, was stunned and stunned.

Song Yan didn't seem to see Han Sha's surprise, and once again he was flying like a knife. With a rapid and even chopping sound of "哆 哆 哆 哆", both potatoes were cut into thumb-sized potatoes. Then, Song Yan grabbed one end of the cutting board, his wrists trembled, and all the diced potatoes on the cutting board flew into another cutting pocket.

Next, Song Yong showed another cut of pork ribs, pork, and green peppers.

That action was almost to the extreme. Within two minutes, preparations were completed and Song Ye turned on the gas stove and started cooking.

Potato roasted pork ribs, green pepper shredded pork, and boiled cabbage are all boiled in the process of Song Xi's juggling, and a seductive aroma comes out.

During the whole process, Han Sha was standing in front of the kitchen door and staring at Song Ye to cook. The process seemed too incredible to her. Even a super chef might not be able to make Song Ye.

"How does Mr. Han taste the dishes I make?"

Song Yong brought all three dishes to the table, and invited Han Sha, who had not returned to God, to invite.

"Don't think that you can make delicious dishes with a few tricks." Han Sha said hard.

"It tastes good, you know it after you taste it." Song Yan said very confidently that he has super chef skills and that he used Zhenyuan to control the heat, but the taste of these three dishes was released to the extreme. None of this is delicious, there are no delicious dishes in the world.

Han Sha took the chopsticks handed over by Song Yang and picked up a piece of potato and put it in her mouth. At first, she looked a little disapproved, but after the entrance of the potato, her expression changed dramatically, surprised, unexpected, intoxicated, and Incredible.

She swallowed the diced potato just two bites, and quickly picked up a rib.

"Well ... it's so delicious, it's almost indescribable." Just a bite, there was a thick meaty juice overflowing from the ribs. Suddenly, she was full of blood, and she wished to swallow the belly with meat .

There is a saying that it can't stop at all.

This is how Hansa is now. After trying potatoes and pork ribs, she tried the green pepper shredded pork and boiled cabbage, and each dish was delicious.

Then, she went crazy with the vegetables and delivered them to her mouth. When she realized that something was wrong, there were only a few diced potatoes left in the roasted pork ribs, and only clear soup and boiled green pepper in the boiled cabbage. Not only shreds, but not even green peppers.

Looking at Song Yan who was smiling, Han Sha was both shy and angry: "Hey, why don't you stop me, I've eaten all the dishes."

"Wipe your mouth."

Song Zheng handed Hansha a tissue.

Han Sha blushed, took a paper towel and wiped off the oil from the corner of her mouth, and hummed coldly: "Huh, this time you pass the level, your leave is allowed, but I have a condition, otherwise you don't think about me except tomorrow I agree that you ask for leave. "

"What conditions?" Song Yan asked alertly.

"In this way, you will come to cook a meal for me every three days," Hansa said nervously. It was really Song Yang's cooking that was so delicious. Her stomach had already been captured by him, and she thought that she would not be able to eat the delicious flavor she had just before.

Hearing Han Sha's conditions, Song Ye was overjoyed. This was an opportunity to get up close with Han Sha, but he could not reveal the urgency, but instead deliberately pretended to hesitate: "Are you ...?"

Seeing Song Ye hesitating, Han Sha's heart tightened instantly and threatened: "Don't you agree, I will not allow you to leave tomorrow."

"Don't, Mr. Hansha, I promise you that." Song Yan wailed.

Seeing Song Ye's agreement, Han Sha could not help showing a hint of pride: "It's almost the same."

However, he did not find that there was a hint of joy in the bottom of Song Yan's eyes.

The next morning, Song Ye arrived at the Zhao Family Boxing Museum half an hour in advance and met Zhao Fengyang and Zhao Xiaoyu in the office.

"Hello Brother Zhao, Sister Xiaoyu is getting more and more beautiful." Song Yan greeted the two with a smile.

"You have itchy skin!" Zhao Xiaoyu stared at Xingyan.

"Well then, you are getting uglier!" Song Yan quickly changed his mind.

"Song Yun, I want to kill you!"

Zhao Xiaoyu flew up and punched Song Ye's chest with a punch. Song Ye flickered just under his foot, easily avoiding Zhao Xiaoyu's attack.

However, Zhao Xiaoyu was unwilling to stop and continue to attack. Unfortunately, she was too far away from Song Yan. She had more than ten moves in the past, and she did not even touch Song Ye's clothes.

"Okay, Xiaoyu, don't make any noise, you are not the grandma's opponent." Zhao Fengyang started to stop.

Zhao Xiaoyu knew that his elder brother was right, so he had to stop, but he was not willing to give Song Ye a "someday will make you look good" look.

Song Yan shrugged disapprovingly, and suddenly, Zhao Xiaoyu's teeth were itchy again.

"Ama sit, I have something to tell you." Zhao Fengyang pointed at the sofa.

"Good brother Zhao." Song Zheng nodded, and sat down on the sofa, then Zhao Fengyang said: "Xiao Yu poured a glass of water for Grandma."

"He's not clumsy, let him fall down by himself." Zhao Xiaoyu wasn't angry.

"It's okay, I'm not thirsty." Song Yan squeezed his eyes at Zhao Xiaoyu.

"... You ...!" Zhao Xiaoyu was angry.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Fengyang also cried and laughed a little: "You two are really happy enemies, don't provoke Xiaoyu again."

"Knowing Brother Zhao." Song Zheng's complexion immediately straightened and made a hearing.

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