[Luzhong] How to raise a foodie at home

Wang Yao knew that he was a foodie.

Because Wang Yao even forgot his own name, but he remembered everything about eating clearly.For example, the taste of food, cooking techniques, seasoning recipes, etc., are not forgotten at all, just like the genes that are integrated into the flesh and blood.

In order to cook, Wang Yao needs too many things. Kitchen utensils, ingredients, and seasonings have been written for five or six pages.As a result, Ivan's three subordinates filled the originally simple kitchen to the brim from moving to installing.

When faced with a brand-new frying pan, frying pan, pan, and steamer, the silent Wang Yao finally smiled; when fresh meat was brought in bag after bag, Wang Yao smiled happily; When he was carrying a bag full of garlic and various peppers, Wang Yao showed an expression of joy like meeting first love.

"Xiao Yao, you have never smiled so beautifully." Ivan seemed to be risking his life, and handed the bag to Wang Yao in embarrassment.

"Amomum, Chinese prickly ash, fragrant leaves, and chaotian pepper, you can finally make hot pot with spicy butter." Wang Yao took the bag, ignored Ivan, and pointed at the dozens of spices in Torres' hands. admiration of happiness.

For a long time to come, Ivan could only find Wang Yao in the kitchen.

The kitchen was harmoniously divided into two areas, one part was used for baking by Dongia and Natasha, and the other part was Wang Yao's new site.

Mr. Wang Yao, who successfully entered the kitchen and was able to cook, specifically consulted Miss Dongia about whether vampires eat cooked blood and its taste.

"Cooking blood is very popular among those blond vampires. I have eaten it a few times, and it tastes good. A gourmet named Francis even published a cooking book. I will lend it to you later. Look." Tonya smiled and put the prepared cookie ingredients into a piping bag and handed it to Natasha next to her.

"Thank you, can you eat spicy food?" Wang Yao began to prepare the ingredients for Maoxuewang.

"sure."

"Then why can't you eat garlic?"

"Who said it can't be eaten. It's been rumored since the Middle Ages. Why, do you still think that vampires are creatures that want to count them when they see a handful of mung beans?" Natasha, who basically didn't pay attention to Wang Yao, suddenly spoke. , the tone is quite impolite.

"What can you, a blood slave with amnesia, do for Ivan? You have done so many things." Natasha asked.

"Then Ivan said in bed last night that eating garlic would poison him to death." Wang Yao said unintentionally.

When Natasha heard the word bed, she was struggling to squeeze the cookies onto the baking tray.Due to the excessive force and too much gushing out at once, the biscuit looked like a lump of Xiang from Wang Yao's angle.

"Don't talk nonsense, Mr. Wang Yao is a sick guest. Don't mind, my sister has always been like this." Dong Niya smiled at Wang Yao and apologized.

"I don't want to stay here anymore. Sister, do it yourself." Natasha put down the piping bag and went out angrily.

"It's edible. But many vampires have allergies and diarrhea. For example, Ivan, who ate a clove of raw garlic out of curiosity when he was a child, ended up with diarrhea for a week." Tonya could only finish the rest by herself, and put into the oven, "so there will be such a saying, just like many human beings can't drink milk."

"That's it. It's okay, then I will make two copies."

Standing in front of the stove, Wang Yao wanted to cut up fresh blood clots.Without any thought, Wang Yao held down the ingredients with his left hand and picked up the kitchen knife with his right hand. When he held the handle with his fingers and buckled the knife, the knife fell with the strength in his hand. The soft ingredients were concave due to the elasticity, and the sharp blade that touched the ingredients finally pierced into the chopping knife. Cut off, the fresh lumpy blood leaves a clean incision.

The memory of the body is sometimes much more reliable than that of the brain.

During Wang Yao's one month here, although he lived comfortably, he felt that life was like a black and white photo, without the enthusiasm of life, and had nothing to do with the past that Ivan said.All the words, the feelings around, and the word "real" are like a layer of transparent glass.

Only now, at the moment when the knife is raised and lowered, this posture, this space, suddenly has an extremely familiar feeling, connecting the sleeping memory with the current scene.

This is the memory of the body, the proof that he has lived in this world.

An inexplicable emotion rose in Wang Yao's heart inexplicably, his heart speeded up and hit his chest again and again, and he didn't know why he suddenly felt very excited.Because it represents the past, this photo was originally described as a black and white photo by others, and finally has a color of its own.

This is his memory, he used to cook a lot.Not only himself, but also many people in the family.

But when Wang Yao wanted to continue to recall, he couldn't.

Because the wrist of his right hand hurts badly, after the interruption, Wang Yao thought carefully and he didn't feel the same feeling just now.

"What's wrong with you? Is your hand hurting again?" Dong Niya who was next to her noticed Wang Yao's strangeness.

"I don't know why. Why are all the injuries all over the body healed, but the hand is still very painful." Wang Yao put down the knife, pinched the wrist with his left hand and rubbed it gently, "It feels like the muscles and bones are twisted together, It’s okay if you don’t use force, but it hurts when you use force.”

Wang Yao waited for a few seconds, opened his right hand and held it again, staring at the palm and asked Dong Niya: "And it is difficult to move a certain finger on my right hand alone. Is it so bad that it won't heal at all?"

Donia adjusted the time and temperature, and said softly: "Take care more, the injury is serious. I won't disturb you, I'll go out first. Wait for your big meal."

Wang Yao switched the knife to his left hand, tried a few times and found that there was no big problem with cutting things with his left hand, but the movement was slower and the coordination was a bit awkward, but he could still do things.It's just that there is no such familiar feeling just now.

Wang Yao didn't notice Dongnia who was going out, put away her usual gentle smile, lowered her head and hid her eyes in her bangs, secretly looking at him with complicated eyes.

Although the action is slow, the taste of cooking will not change.Wang Yao sautéed the wok until fragrant and boiled the red soup, sliced ​​it into pieces and sprinkled green onion in the wok. The spicy and delicious smell permeated the whole kitchen along with the steaming wok.Wang Yao tried to taste the taste, and felt that life was ignited.

Ah, my spicy and tender duck blood!Ah, me, the delicious and thick hairy belly!ah!I……

A sudden sound of movement behind Wang Yao interrupted Wang Yao's intoxication. Turning around, he found Levis and the others hiding at the door with embarrassing faces, including Miss Natasha who had left angrily just now.

"Mr. Wang Yao, I'm really sorry, because I've never smelled such a scent, it's even more fragrant than human blood." Torres said.

"...Well." As a human being, Wang Yao expressed a lot of pressure, "How about I give you a taste first? Do you have vampires who can't eat garlic?"

"No!!" The three vampires said in unison, and they had already picked up the dishes and spoons and lined up in front of the pot.Ever since Wang Yao was here, he had never seen them look at him with such light in their eyes.

"Hmph, don't just smell it, it turns out to be unpalatable." Natasha still maintained the nobility and glamor of a vampire, and raised her proud head towards the restaurant.

"This will taste better with rice, do you want it?" Wang Yao pointed to the rice in another steamer.

"Yes!!!" The voice almost knocked the roof over.

When it was time for dinner, Ivan came to the restaurant and found a whole new scene.The whole kitchen could smell the aroma of pepper and prickly ash, and the vampires, who always followed the rules and paid attention to their dining manners, were sitting around a bowl of dishes that Wang Yao called Maoxuewang, and they were chatting and laughing with Wang Yao, mouthfuls of rice. Actually including his glamorous younger sister.

Because Wang Yao is using his left hand, teaching Natasha how to use chopsticks.

Looking at this dreamy scene, Ivan suddenly felt a little stomachache, and wanted to turn around and drink vodka.

"Come on, Ivan. I made it without garlic. But the taste must be worse." Wang Yao ran into the kitchen and brought a large bowl of Maoxuewang. The duck blood on the surface was covered with red oil, and the soup Bright red and clear.

Ivan tried to taste it. The moment the tip of his tongue touched, the double stimulation of pepper and chili caused a huge wave in his mouth; when his teeth bit the tender duck blood, the deliciousness of the pork bone soup melted into the texture of the teeth , It's like dancing in your mouth.Ivan raised his eyebrows involuntarily and looked at Wang Yao.

"Xiaoyao, it's delicious." Ivan chewed, and used a spoon to stir up the remaining ingredients in the bowl, thoroughly checked that there was no garlic, and then continued to eat with peace of mind.

"What's so delicious..." Wang Yao weakly corrected Ivan's speech, and immediately changed his words to appease Natasha, whose expression had changed.

Ivan was eating Maoxuewang, and habitually took out the vodka and took a sip.

……

When the wine was in his mouth, Ivan didn't feel anything special, and before he could react, he swallowed it as usual.When the body reacted, it was like swallowing a flame, and there was a burning pain from the mouth to the stomach. At first, Ivan grabbed the edge of the table and tried to endure it, but then he couldn't bear it anymore and blushed, and rushed into the kitchen to start a meal. Start drinking water from the tap.

"Brother! Are you okay?" Natasha yelled, "Hot peppers don't go with vodka."

In the end, Ivan still couldn't finish his Maoxuewang because he was so hot that he cried.Tonya said that Ivan had never cried since he was a child, and he did not expect to be defeated by a bowl of Maoxuewang.

This was probably the most noisy dinner in the palace in the northern cold land, and it ended with everyone's stomach full and the dishes bottomed out.

After dinner, Wang Yao stayed alone in Ivan's room. Wang Yao was already very familiar with this place, including Ivan's work and rest time. He would usually come back at nine o'clock, read a book, take a bath, ask for a kiss, Then hug yourself to sleep.

In the warm yellow light, Wang Yao held his right hand with his palm facing upwards, clasped his four fingers together with his thumb, and began to exert force little by little to resist the pain from the muscles and bones of his wrist.

"What are you doing?" Ivan walked into the room and saw this scene.

Even though he was sitting beside the bed in his pajamas, Wang Yao's eyes shone sharply, dispelling the confusion of amnesia. It was the eyes of a soldier tempered by the fire, and his determination was unquestionable, as if he was lazy these days, surrounding the kitchen The appearance of turning around has become a phantom.

Wang Yao is destined to be a soaring dragon.

He couldn't hold it off.

Just because of one look, Ivan felt physically threatened, and subconsciously wanted to spread his wings to show his strength.

"I think, I remembered some things." Wang Yao let go, sighed deeply, the sharpness just now returned to calm, and returned to the usual gentleness.

"What do you mean?" Ivan suppressed his heartbeat and asked calmly.

"I should have a family. I used to cook for a large family, and then everyone ate together around the pot as I did just now."

"I don't know, I've never heard you mention it. You are a human being from the Eastern Continent, who is far away from here, and has a special identity. I sent envoys to try to find out, but nothing was found." Ivan replied that it could be said to be yes. Watertight, "Don't worry, I'll try again."

"Oh, good." Wang Yao bit his lower lip and fell into deep thought, as if he had grasped the tail of some memory, and his brows were also tightened.

"Xiao Yao?" Ivan felt that Wang Yao couldn't keep thinking like this, and approached with a smile, the purple in his eyes began to turn crimson, just as he was about to let Wang Yao fall asleep.

Wang Yao suddenly raised his head and asked him: "We have been together for more than half a year, must have done it?"

"...emmm, yes." Ivan immediately withdrew his hand, facing Wang Yao's jumpy and strange brain circuit, he was really a little overwhelmed.

"Then you want me to restore the memory."

"Of course." Ivan replied with a wink and a smile.

"Then let's do it once." Wang Yao suddenly started to take off his pajamas seriously.

"Huh?" Ivan felt that Wang Yao might have lost not only his memories, but also his IQ.

The memory of the body is sometimes more reliable than that of the brain.

Similar scenes, same words, and even similar feelings are catalysts for recall.From the very beginning, Wang Yao's never gave up searching for the truth.

Ivan, what is your relationship with me?

———TBC————

Yao: What are you doing pressing on top of me!What are you doing touching my ass! !

Ivan: Do it, you said it.

Yao: Isn't what men do to each other masturbating each other? ?

Ivan: Of course not~~ You lost your memory~ Let me help you remember, kulukulu~~

Yao:? ? ? ? ?What are you doing! !Hello! ! #%&&＊￥