After I traveled through the book, I spoiled the anorexic prince

When Wei Yanshi heard that it was a newly chosen name, he glanced at the little wolf cub that had hooked the thread of his clothes and suggested, "I think calling him Wolf Whisker Su will also work."

Bones uttered an "ow" for unknown reasons.

"Leave it blank," Gu Qinghe reasonably suspected that he was bullying the wolf: "I think you have become a lot worse after you recovered your memory."

"..." Wei Yanshi suddenly remembered his "reputation" in Yandu a few years ago, and was speechless for a moment. He was silent for a moment, but still wanted to clear his name: "Bad people live freely."

Gu Qinghe was startled, thinking that he was hiding his true identity as a bad guy, and looked up at him. Seeing that he didn't look fake, she gently reminded him, "Even bad guys have to have a bottom line."

It was not until later when she thought back on this day that she noticed the deeper meaning behind the word "talent" in his words.

Seeing him nod in agreement, she turned her eyes away and continued to work on her task. Pulling the syrup into threads and picking it up like a waterfall of flowing water was the most difficult step and the key point for novices to fail.

Tomorrow I will go to teach the restaurant chefs what to pay attention to. In addition to the amount of ingredients and the heat, there is also the difficulty of the last step of drawing and wrapping the glutinous rice flour.

Gu Qinghe noted them all down in his mind, and his hands moved without any hesitation. Since he often made dragon beard cakes to feed himself in his previous life, the results of his first attempt at traveling to another world were pretty good.

Pulling the waterfall-like silk from bottom to top, Gu Qinghe rolled it into a rice ball. Gu Qinghe did not forget his plan to turn the shopping companion into a meal companion, and handed the first rice ball to Liu Bai: "Try it."

His white fingers were sticky with frosty white glutinous rice flour, and between his fingertips was a piece of food he had never seen before. Wei Yanshi took it without hesitation and put it into his mouth.

The tiger whiskers were crispy and soft, with distinct strands of hair. They melted in the mouth, and the sweet scent lingered between his lips and teeth. They tasted better than the meals he had eaten in Yandu in previous years.

Gu Qinghe blinked and looked at him: "How is it?"

Wei Yanshi savored the lingering fragrance between his teeth and casually expressed his feelings about the whole process of watching this dish from preparation to consumption: "The scallion whites are frosty on the fingers, and the hairs are scattered like flowing lines. It tastes like sweet spring water in the mouth, crispy, sweet and soft, which makes the lips and teeth sway.1"

Knowing that the little girl in front of him was not like the ordinary illiterate country girl, Wei Yan did not explain it specifically.

These two simple sentences gave the best answer. Gu Qinghe once again heard him blurt out a few lines of poetry, and her surprise did not diminish, but her doubts grew wildly.

so similar.

The incomplete records wrote that during the Wei Yan period, when he was young, he recited hundreds of thousands of poems, essays and theories, and could write articles as soon as he picked up a pen; when he was young, he learned martial arts and no one could beat him; he had not eaten five dou of rice for three years.

Although the young man in front of her was not as capable of writing as the one in the incomplete record, his ability to compose poetry as he spoke and his anorexia during martial arts competitions made her doubt him.

Seeing the little girl staring at him without saying anything, with a hint of inquiry in her eyes, Wei Yanshi's raised mouth corners gradually lowered. He called her softly and asked her if he had said something wrong and made her unhappy.

When Wei Yan was young, he did not know how to hide his arrogance. He always wanted to comment on everything he saw. In front of people, he had all kinds of opinions and suggestions, and behind others, he would write on bamboo slips and ink on his desk.

As he grew older and understood the ins and outs of officialdom, he seldom expressed his feelings so bluntly. As a result, even today, he rarely felt unconfident in front of a young girl who was just beginning to fall in love.

The young man didn't even know what was going on in his heart, let alone what the young girl was thinking. Gu Qinghe was only focused on distinguishing between Liu Bai and Wei Yanshi: "Has Liu Bai ever heard of Wei Yanshi?"