Perhaps noticing the subtle changes in Qin Si's eyes, Song Xi also felt that there was something slightly wrong with her heartbeat rate.

She quickly broke the deadlock and stretched out her hand to push the man in front of her.

"You are standing here to install the statue for me, get out of the way." She muttered.

"I didn't expect you could really cook."

Qin Si's voice unknowingly warmed up by two degrees every time he saw Song Xi.

He himself didn't even notice this subtle change.

"Eight years of living overseas alone are all gained from experience. Don't underestimate me." The little girl said proudly.

"Yeah, you seem to have learned a lot in those eight years."

Song Xi was suddenly shocked, "What do you mean?"

"Is it wrong? You also learned how to eat, drink and have fun abroad. Otherwise, why would you not work for five years after returning to China?"

Hearing what Qin Si said, Song Xi secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She thought that this guy had discovered something. After all, he had some supernatural powers, which was different from Chu Hongyi, Han You and the others.

Qin Si was not interested in the other dishes, but for the Yuncheng white fish dish, which had extremely precious raw materials, he watched Song Xi make it. In fact, the steps were not that complicated, and it felt no different from those in the online videos.

First fry two eggs, then fry the fish, then mix the fish and fried eggs together and add boiling water to stew.

I also added a little soft tofu and baby cabbage halfway through.

"Yuncheng Baiyu, you just did this?" Qin Si couldn't believe it.

Yuncheng white fish is a dish he likes to eat, but he has never eaten it this way before.

Because chefs all know that the fresher the fish, the more it needs to be steamed to retain its original flavor.

Some even eat sashimi, sashimi directly, or make porridge to make it more delicious.

Watching Song Xi operate as fiercely as a tiger, the food and appearance of the food he made were just the same.

Song Xi was not in a hurry to answer. She just used a small spoon to fill up a little soup and handed it to Qin Si.

"Take a sip first."

Qin Si was dubious. He approached the spoon and took a peck.

Then a delicious taste that I had never experienced before swept over my brain like crazy.

Why do you say crazy?

Because once you try this taste, you will never forget it.

It really was just a moment when the delicious taste of the fish soup made all the taste buds bloom.

It's like if you go to see the sea of ​​flowers, they were still in bud a second ago.

Everything opens up in the next second...what an experience it is.

In short, Qin Si admitted that for more than 20 years, he was extremely picky about food and was surprised for the first time.

"How is it?" Song Xi looked at him with a smile.

"Who did you learn from?"

"When asked how you are doing, just answer directly. Where does all this nonsense come from."

"It's indeed...not bad." He decided to restrain himself and not to praise too much. The little girl should get carried away.

"Tch...it's not bad. Is this the evaluation? I have to go all the way to purchase raw materials." Song Xi pouted, obviously not satisfied with Qin Si's evaluation.

Then she said to herself, "What do you think is ordinary fish soup? The eggs used in the omelette were purchased by me from a farmyard in the suburbs near Yuncheng. The tofu is also made by the villagers themselves using gypsum. There are not many such methods nowadays. It retains the traditional taste of tofu. The vegetables are grown by the villagers themselves, green and pesticide-free, and the boiling water added is mountain spring water, not tap water. The most important thing is the length of time and heat for frying the fish. The important thing is not the superficial things you see...forget it, you won't understand even if I tell you this, I'm just playing the piano to a cow."

"Song Xi." Qin Si called out softly.

"Ok?"

"Your cooking is so delicious, why not become my wife, okay?" He said it out of nowhere.

Song Xi suddenly blushed to the root of his neck.

The point is, is this kitchen with fumes a place to express your love?

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