Time travel: Are you as professional as him in eating dog food?

A rich fragrance slowly extended from the narrow corridor to the space outside the corridor.

In fact, Wen Baixu really doesn't want to do it, not that he can't do it. In the past few years, he has been wandering outside and has learned a lot of skills, but sometimes he is just lazy and doesn't want to do it...

The rich aroma of the sauce, coupled with the darker meat, the chewy and smooth texture, form a perfect melody. This is the most perfect enjoyment for a foodie.

"Try it, I wonder if it suits your taste."

Wen Baixu put the meat in the pot into the plate. The dark and simple bowls and plates plus the fragrant meat are more attractive to people's taste buds.

The little girl stood on one side and kept looking up on her tiptoes, while a middle-aged man over there kept looking over here with a serious face, glancing at her from time to time. If you didn't know, you would think he was doing something...

Wen Baixu ignored him and squatted down with the plate in his hand, looking at the little girl at eye level so that she could taste the food.

When the little girl's eyes touched the meat on the plate, they sparkled, as if she had found some rare treasure. Her look made Wen Baixu feel a bit amused.

"Here~Try it."

Wen Baixu handed a pair of chopsticks to her, holding the plate in one hand and supporting his chin with the other hand while looking at the little girl with her index finger twitching.

The little girl took the chopsticks, slowly inserted them into the meat, gently picked up a small piece, put it into her mouth, and her eyes suddenly became brighter than before.

"This is a real pool. This is the first time I have found such a good pool..."

The little guy held his face in his hands while eating and kept talking.

Wen Baixu looked at the little girl and felt quite satisfied. At least his cooking skills were recognized by her, and she liked it very much...

"That....."

Wen Baixu had just uttered a word when he heard footsteps behind him, mixed with the voice of Red Hair.

"Hey~ leave me a piece, I want to eat it too"

Then there was the sound of hurried footsteps and scramble for food.

Wen Baixu lowered his head helplessly, put his hand on his forehead, and didn't know what to do.

A hand gently pressed on his shoulder from behind. Wen Baixu turned around and saw Ling Yun smiling at him. He then pointed outside and motioned him to follow him out.

The young man's heart moved, and he stood up quickly, not caring how much the little girl was enjoying her meal, and followed Ling Yun out...

The two of them walked out, and Ling Yun took Wen Baixu to a table and sat down. He then picked up his handkerchief and handed it to him, pointing at the black mark on his face.

Wen Baixu was a little confused for a moment and stood there in a daze.

Ling Yun found this a little funny, so he picked up a handkerchief and gently wiped off the black mark on his face, then handed the handkerchief to him with a sincere look on his face.

When Wen Baixu saw the mark on the handkerchief, he suddenly realized what was going on. He burst into laughter for a moment, then looked at him embarrassedly, took the handkerchief and said,

"Well... I'm sorry, I made your handkerchief dirty. Wait... I'll wash it for you when I get home tonight and then return it to you."

As she spoke, she took the handkerchief, folded it and put it in her arms, then patted it and looked at him with a silly smile.

Ling Yun chuckled softly, squeezed his hand, and said, "You don't have to do this, this..."

Before Ling Yun finished speaking, he heard the young man looking at him righteously and said, "No, I must be responsible for washing this. And this handkerchief is beautifully embroidered. It must have been given to you by a very important person. It would be bad if such an important handkerchief gets dirty... Listen to me."

The young man nodded solemnly and pressed his chest again.

Ling Yun didn't say anything when he saw this. He just looked like he wanted to laugh but was trying hard to hold it back.

Wen Baixu raised his eyebrows when he saw him like this. Just as he was about to reach out and poke him, he saw a group of people coming out of the room he had just left. They all had satisfied expressions.

The boy looked at them with a puzzled look on his face, then looked at Ling Yun

Ling Yun turned around and happened to see a man rushing over with great interest. He grabbed him, pointed at his greasy mouth, and said with disdain

"Zifang, in life, appearance is the most important thing. Look at you..."

Ling Yun pointed at his mouth again

Jiang Zifang was stunned for a moment, stretched out his hand and touched it, then he saw that his hand was greasy, and saw Wen Baixu looking at him, he grinned embarrassedly, turned around and wiped it vigorously with his sleeve, then turned around with his hands behind his back.

"Huh~"

The boy obviously guessed what he had just done, and showed a hint of disgust, but then he seemed to have thought of something, and his expression returned to normal.

"Look at what you eat. It's not like you haven't eaten before..."

Wen Baixu tried his best to conceal the contrast just now and tried to cover it up with words, but he didn't expect that Jiang Zifang seemed to have social compulsion. As long as someone took up the conversation, he would keep talking to him.

"I've eaten it before, but I've never eaten anything as delicious as this. And when compared to the two, his is not delicious at all..."

"Why, the food here is so unpalatable to you? Then please..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and a sharp gaze shot straight at Jiang Zifang.

Jiang Zifang suddenly felt his back tighten. He turned slowly with his neck stiff, and saw a middle-aged man with a serious face.

He smiled awkwardly and prepared to speak quickly.

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man waved his hand, walked to the other side and sat down, glared at him, and then looked at Wen Baixu.

Wen Baixu looked confused. He looked at Ling Yun and then at Jiang Zifang. Then he turned his gaze to the middle-aged man and pointed at himself.

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "Sir...who taught you how to cook?"

Wen Baixu's mind suddenly stormed, but he spoke slowly.

"My mentor never leaves his name, so what do you want?"

The middle-aged man looked at him slowly and said

"The meat you cooked makes everyone salivate. I just tried a piece of it and I know that the meat can taste so good. I wonder if you can give me some advice or leave it here..."

The middle-aged man's eyes were as bright as a little girl's, looking at him

Wen Baixu was speechless when he heard this, thinking: I am here to learn skills, not to act out a cooking class story, really...

Wen Baixu felt a little embarrassed by the fiery gaze, so he quickly bowed and said

"You... flatter me. How can you be impressed by my little trick? Besides, it's not very difficult to make this thing. I can give you the recipe, but I absolutely cannot agree to your request. After all, I want to learn something else. But if you don't mind, I will come when I am free, as long as you... don't find me annoying..."