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The soup base and chili oil are ready, and now it’s time to cook the noodles.

He took out a handful of coarse rice noodles from the jar and prepared to cook.

At this time, A Niu came over with a bowl: "Brother Song, the pickled bamboo shoots and pickled beans you ordered."

He then placed the basket in his other hand on the table: "The chicken wings and drumsticks are in there."

Before Aniu came here, his mother had repeatedly warned him not to do anything, so when he arrived at the Song family, he lowered his head and did not dare to look directly at Shu Changyu who was sitting next to him, for fear of offending the girl.

Shu Changyu's eyes fell on the bowl of pickled bamboo shoots, and his eyes jumped violently: "What is this?"

As soon as she heard his tone, Song Yan felt something was wrong.

This guy must not be used to the smell of sour bamboo shoots.

Ah Niu replied naively: "It's sour bamboo shoots."

"Give me the sour bamboo shoots." Song Yan took the sour bamboo shoots and covered it with another bowl.

Shu Changyu looked at him in disbelief, as if saying "Why do you even eat rotten bamboo shoots?"

"Don't eat it." He looked irritable.

Song Yan curled her lips and said confidently, "It's not for you to eat. Can't I eat it myself?"

Aniu on the side was at a loss. Why did these two suddenly start quarreling?

Shu Changyu's eyebrows were throbbing with veins: "You've eaten and there's a taste in your mouth, how can I kiss you!"

After hearing this, Ah Niu's dark face turned red.

Song Yan was so embarrassed that she started picking her toes.

He really wanted to cover Shu Changyu's mouth: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Didn’t you see that Aniu is still here?

He still has some shame.

"Brother Song, I, I'll go back first." Aniu stuttered and turned around and left.

Shu Changyu didn't even glance at Ah Niu. He stared at Song Yan and asked, "Are you still going to eat?"

"Eat!" Song Yan sneered and said deliberately, "I want to eat it. I want to eat two bowls!"

Shu Changyu pursed her lips tightly and her eyes were gloomy.

After a moment of stalemate, Song Yan finally softened her heart and said in a slow tone, "I'll make you chicken legs first, fried chicken legs."

Seeing that Shu Changyu did not refuse, he glanced at the chicken wings and chicken legs in the basket. The two big chicken legs were very filling.

He picked up a large bowl, added a spoonful of salt, pepper, and five-spice powder, and finally poured in some soy sauce and cooking wine and stirred it all together.

Then, he took out chicken legs and wings from the basket, cut the chicken legs a few times, and then spread the sauce evenly on the chicken legs and wings.

Marinate for half a quarter of an hour.

While he had time, he boiled the dry rice noodles and then rinsed them with cold water, so that the rice noodles would be more chewy.

He was busy in an orderly manner.

Shu Changyu's dark eyes looked at him intently.

Song Yan enjoys the cooking process very much. Witnessing every ingredient transformed into delicious food in his hands gives him a sense of accomplishment.

After the chicken wings and legs are marinated, first coat them with a layer of flour, then put them into the beaten egg liquid, so that the surface of the chicken legs is evenly coated with the egg liquid.

Originally, he needed to coat it with breadcrumbs, but the breadcrumbs were in his refrigerator, and since Shu Changyu was there, Song Yan didn't take them out.

Thinking of this, Song Yan couldn't help but be absent-minded. If there was a chance in the future, he would talk to Shu Changyu about the portable kitchen.

In fact, there is one thing that Song Yan has always wanted to know: whether Shu Changyu has discovered that he is not the original owner.

I still remember what Shu Changyu said: "I know you have a secret."

What exactly does he mean by this?

Song Yan didn't have the chance to ask him at that time.

But now, Song Yan didn't dare to speak.

Song Yan was thinking absentmindedly until the aroma of rising oil filled the kitchen, and she suddenly came to her senses.

He picked up the chicken wings with chopsticks and carefully placed them into the preheated oil pan.

The chicken wings and legs roll in the oil, and as the oil heats up, they gradually turn golden and the skin starts to become crispy.

Song Wanzhou smelled the aroma wafting from the kitchen next door and couldn't help swallowing his saliva, feeling very greedy.

She really wanted to go next door to see what delicious food her elder brother was making, but she finally held back.

Recalling the scene she saw at noon, her little face turned red as if blood was about to drip out.

Shy and happy.

Sister Shu will soon become their sister-in-law.

Song Wanzhou grabbed Yaya's arm, sucked it hard, and said with a smile: "Yaya, Sister Shu is going to be our sister-in-law."

Yaya opened her arms to ask for a hug and said in a soft voice, "Brother~"

"Do you miss your brother?" Song Wanzhou picked her up and said, "I'll take you to find your brother."

She came over with Yaya in her arms, and before she reached the kitchen door, she shouted, "Brother, Yaya misses you."

Song Yan was standing in front of the stove and looked back when she heard this.

He took the time to reply: "Yaya wait a moment, brother is still busy."

Fry the chicken wings once, remove them, and fry them again.

Until the surface turns an attractive golden color and the skin becomes slightly crispy, then scoop it out, drain the oil, put it on a plate, and hand it to Shu Changyu.

The fried chicken legs were just taken out of the frying pan, emitting a steaming aroma.

Song Yan handed him a pair of chopsticks and reminded him, "Be careful of the heat."

He took out a can of ketchup and said, "Dip it in the sauce."

Shu Changyu picked up a piece of chicken leg with dignity. When she bit into it, the crispy fried skin made a crisp sound between her lips and teeth, and shattered instantly, revealing the tender meat inside.

The sweet and sour taste quickly penetrates into the fibers of the chicken legs, sweeping away the greasiness.

Song Wanzhou watched helplessly as the two big chicken legs fell into Shu Changyu's plate.

drumstick!

Still two!

She stared with eyes wide open in disbelief, and couldn't help but said anxiously: "Brother."

And me! And me!

"Oh, I forgot about you." Song Yan gave her a piece of chicken wing, "Here, this one is for you."

Song Wanzhou held the chicken wing in his mouth, tears in his eyes. It is said that when a man gets a wife, he forgets his mother. But my elder brother forgot his sister when he got a wife.

After eating a piece of fried chicken wing, Song Yanyue felt greedy and planned to cook his snail noodles.

Pour a spoonful of soup base into the pot, then add half a spoonful of water, add rice noodles, pickled beans, pickled bamboo shoots, and shredded black fungus.

The moment the sour bamboo shoots were poured into the pot, Shu Changyu's expression changed slightly, and he finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"I'm going back."

This time Song Yan didn't ask him to stay and happily cooked snail noodles.

The smell of sour bamboo shoots was strong and overbearing, and it turned into an extremely stinky smell when it entered Shu Changyu's nose.

Shu Changyu couldn't help holding his breath, his face looked grim, and he suddenly left in a huff.

"Sister Shu is gone." Song Wanzhou whispered, "He seems very unhappy."

Song Yan: "Forget about him, let's eat snail noodles."

A bowl of hot snail noodles is served on the table, with a rich bone broth base, paired with smooth vermicelli, and topped with a spoonful of freshly boiled chili oil, which is bright red and tempting.

Song Yan couldn't wait to take a bite of the rice noodles. The noodles slid through her mouth with a slight elasticity.

Pick up the snail, suck the snail meat into your mouth gently, chew it slowly, the meat is firm and the taste is extremely delicious.

Take a sip of the soup, it’s sour, spicy and fragrant, and the freshly boiled chili oil has a lingering spicy aftertaste.

So cool!

He took big gulps.

Song Wanzhou also: "Slurp, slurp~"

Yaya bit her thumb and slurped her saliva.

After eating two bowls of snail noodles, Song Yan felt extremely satisfied. She had been looking forward to it for half a year and finally got to enjoy it.

Even after the pot was cleaned, the rich smell of sour bamboo shoots still lingered.

As night fell, Song Yan picked up the bowl of chili oil, put it in the pot, covered it, and let it sit overnight to allow the color of the chili to fully absorb.

After washing up, I lay down and went to sleep.

Song Yan touched her earlobe, recalling her first kiss today.

Every movement and every look of Shu Changyu played in his mind like a movie scene.

The night is dark and everything is silent.

Song Yan was not sleepy at all. He turned sideways, clamped the quilt tightly with his legs, and pressed his face against the pillow. He couldn't help but smile foolishly.

Hey.

The next day, Song Yan got up and opened the lid of the pot.

The red chili oil that has been left to stand overnight is exceptionally bright in color, as red as fire and as bright as a mirror. A thin layer of chili skin floats on the surface of the oil, exuding a mellow aroma.

Song Yan used the leftover snail noodle soup from last night to immediately make two bowls of red oil noodles. The noodles were smooth and the soup was fresh and spicy.

After eating a bowl of red oil noodles, tiny beads of sweat appeared on the tip of my nose.

Putting down the chopsticks, Song Yan harnessed the donkey cart and prepared to take the donkey out for a ride.

He opened the door, glanced casually at the ground, and couldn't help but exclaimed "Wow".

I saw a row of... kittens lying neatly at the door?!