Chapter 456

Xia Xiaoran touched the hand smoked by the heat, and Wang Zhiwu was happy to do it for him. "What are the two young masters here for, drinking tea?"

When Wang Zhiwu arrived, he hesitated for a long time whether he wanted to tell Luo Baixiang about it. He finally made up his mind, but when he came to the door, he hesitated again. Unnaturally, Wang Zhiwu said in a low voice, "I came to tell you that my father was angry with you for going to dinner with me that day."

So that's it. Eyes in Wang Zhiwu body turned a circle, Xia Xiaoran revealed white teeth happy. I didn't expect that there was a time when I felt guilty.

"What are you laughing at?" Wang Zhiwu doesn't need to be courted. He seldom does it once, but Xia Xiaoran gives him a thief's smile.

Xia Xiaoran bared his teeth and was in a good mood. "I know about this."

"How do you know?" Wang Zhiwu's hands trembled. The bright red seasoning flowed into the pot along the earthen jar. The boiling water turned red. Wang Zhiwu put down the seasoning and asked eagerly, "Uncle Zhang has looked for you?"

"Well." Xia Xiaoran nodded indifferently, "he said let me be the chef of the banquet the day after tomorrow, and also said that if I can't do it well, the master will punish me severely."

Fortunately, not now. Wang Zhiwu breathed a sigh of relief, and felt that he was worried about gain and loss for his elder brother's woman.

Xia Xiaoran put the lid on the pot and began to pick spinach. Every time, Xia Xiaoran would make some green vegetables for Wang Zhiwen in case of eating too much meat. Spinach cut into diamond, Xia Xiaoran mouth to Wang Zhiwu said: "do you want to have lunch with your big brother?" After all, he comes to remind himself that Xia Xiaoran can't drive people back.

Xia Xiaoran's words hit Wang Zhiwu's pain point. In a hurry, he said, "I have an appointment with someone." I ran out of the kitchen in a hurry.

Xia Xiaoran looks at Wang Zhiwu's back in a hurry and shrugs indifferently. One less person can eat more.

At noon, Xia Xiaoran delivers rice to Wang Zhiwen and puts his food box on the yellow birch table. Unexpectedly, he sees Wang Zhiwen staring out of the window again in a daze.

With a sigh, Xia Xiaoran believes that even if the sky collapses, Wang Zhiwen can look out of the window in a daze.

"The young master has dinner." Xia Xiaoran called out his soul.

"Well." Wang Zhiwen can recall, said to Xia Xiaoran: "put it on the table first, I'll eat it later."

As usual, Xia Xiaoran put the food box on the table and left, but this time Xia Xiaoran didn't want to. Sitting directly at the table, Xia Xiaoran took out the chopsticks from the food box, added a bowl of rice, and took up the chopsticks to eat.

Wang Zhiwen, who was put aside by the air, was stunned for a while, and then amused by Xia Xiaoran's face, "do you treat the master like this?"

On the mountain to catch up with Xia Xiaoran a stomach gas, "now you don't see it?"

Xia Xiaoran's mouth full of food, ambiguous pronunciation seems to be how much wronged, Wang Zhiwen heart move, reach out to Xia Xiaoran poured a cup of tea to her mouth.

As soon as he reached out his hand, Wang Zhiwen felt that such a move was too abrupt and wanted to take it back in a hurry. But how can Xia Xiaoran give Wang Zhiwen this opportunity. With Wang Zhiwen's hand, he drank a lot of water.

"..." Wang Zhiwen's head is broken, even in xialiba people's lyrics, he has never seen such a scene.

Feel the body of the people around suddenly fell into stiffness, Xia Xiaoran this just found that his action is how shocking. The delicious chicken has no taste. Xia Xiaoran said with a dry smile, "I'm just too thirsty."

"Well." Wang Zhiwu sat rigidly opposite Xia Xiaoran. He didn't know if he had heard Xia Xiaoran's explanation.

You owe me that. Xia Xiaoran in the heart mercilessly smoked his two mouth son.

Then is Xia Xiaoran across to this world since an embarrassing meal, rectification meal Xia Xiaoran are bow grilled rice, even folder dishes are afraid to look up.

But if she looked up, she would see how gentle Wang Zhiwen's eyes were.

Not easy to get through a meal, Xia Xiaoran suddenly remembered that there was still one thing to do, and suddenly his small face wrinkled into a bitter gourd.

"What's the matter?" Wang Zhiwen asked with concern: "thirsty?"

Can you stop talking about this stem. Xia Xiaoran said with a smile: "there is one more thing to ask the young master to help."

Wang Zhiwen was in a good mood and agreed very readily, "yes."

Then Xia Xiaoran said that Wang Lu asked her to be the chef of the banquet the day after tomorrow. She would write down the ingredients she needed and invite Wang Mingyuan to buy them back.

"But I'm not very good at writing." Xia Xiaoran can't write traditional Chinese characters, which makes her very upset, but simplified Chinese can't be used. It's unrealistic to buy all the ingredients by herself.

Wang Zhiwen's focus is not on Xia Xiaoran's inability to write. He pondered a little, "why did dad let you be the chef of the banquet? Didn't you just cook for me?"

"Ha ha." Xia Xiaoran felt the sharpness of a nerd for the first time. He also had a powerful father in the shopping mall and a younger brother whose belly was black and his death was not worth his life. Where would he be stupid. Xia Xiaoran replied dryly, "maybe it's from my master or Uncle Zhang."

Wang Zhiwen looked at Xia Xiaoran's eyes more strange, "Master Wang and my father's relationship is not very good." Nonsense, all day long to talk about each other's bare ass, this relationship can be good. Xia Xiaoran's face was stiff with a smile. "When you went out some time ago, I gave all the dishes I cooked to Uncle Zhang. Maybe Uncle Zhang recommended me." Looking at Wang Zhiwen's posture, Xia Xiaoran was afraid that he would ask him about going to dinner with Wang Zhiwu. He quickly changed the topic and said, "it's late. Young master, hurry up and write. You can have a rest after writing." Xia Xiaoran obviously wants to hide something. Wang Zhiwen's eyes darkened and his mood darkened. Grind the ink, pick up the pen, with Xia Xiaoran's crisp voice, white paper like water appeared a dish name. Looking at the beautiful handwriting on the paper, Xia Xiaoran looked at it roughly. There is no omission, satisfied to blow a whistle, Xia Xiaoran picked up the food box on the table to Wang Zhiwen said: "young master, you have a rest early, I go back first."“ Well Wang Zhiwen gave a dull reply and sat in front of his desk with a light look. Until the sound of closing the door came, he raised his head and looked out of the window at the figure with a small lantern. He watched it grow smaller and smaller until he couldn't see it. When he handed the menu to Wang Mingyuan the next day, Xia Xiaoran was praised severely“ I didn't expect that the coriander was well made and the handwriting was so beautiful that I knew it was different from us Xia Xiaoran made some chili sauce, tomato sauce and sesame sauce all night long. Up to now, his head is still dizzy. When he heard Wang Mingyuan yelling the same praise, Xia Xiaoran was subconsciously modest, "it's not my handwriting, it's the handwriting of the young master." Just said he woke up, Xia Xiaoran want to explain, but in front of Wang Mingyuan's face has changed, face ambiguous way: "hundred incense and young master's relationship can be good." Curl up, Xia Xiaoran also lazy to explain. The truth that the more you describe, the darker you are is most suitable for Wang Mingyuan. Xia Xiaoran has a lot to prepare. Fortunately, Wang Mingyuan, who is familiar with all the markets in the town, leads the way. In one morning, Xia Xiaoran started with more than 20 kinds of vegetables, more than 10 kinds of meat, and bought more than 10 kinds of unusual seasonings.