The kitchen was stuffy, and Xia Zhengyue was cooking next to the stove. Yu Zhile took a big palm fan behind her and fanned her.

This kind of treatment is something Xia Zhengyue has never enjoyed in so many years.

It was like she had become a little princess. When cooking, the little maid would sway her fan.

No, right! Where can the princess cook by herself?

This is probably the most luxurious enjoyment of Xia Zhengyue. Just when I think of Yu Zhile, I feel even more dreaming when I think of Yu Zhile, I feel even more like I am dreaming.

What is the posture that can make such a real and absurd dream?

“Is it still hot?”

“…”

Seeing her looking thoughtful, Yu Zhile asked again: "Is it still hot?"

Xia Zhenyue came back to her senses and blushed, "Ah? No, it's not hot."

"Oh, are you going to prepare the cooking now? Do you need to add so much oil?"

As soon as he reminded, Xia Zhenyue realized that she had just been stunned for a while and there was too much oil in the pot!

She quickly turned off the fire, took another bowl, put the excess oil out and then used it. It was all his fault, which made her restless.

"Oh, so that's it. I remembered it. I've seen many videos of Mr. Wang Gang before. This is called slippery pot, right?"

Yu Zhile looked like he suddenly realized. Sure enough, Xia Zhenyue had good skills in cooking, so he had never seen his mother go to the pot when cooking.

"Well...yes, that's it."

Xia Zhengyue had to roll down the steps and turn on the fire and pour oil.

"What dish are you going to cook now?"

“Braised fish…”

Xia Zhengyue used some salt and applied it on the fish. Seeing that he looked curious, she explained: "Put a little salt, it will not easily break the skin when frying."

"Will you add salt later?"

"No."

"When the oil is hot to 60% or 70% hot, put it down and fry..."

"Then how do I know that the oil is 60 to 70% hot?"

Xia Zhenyue was speechless for a moment. Seeing that he looked serious, she had to try hard to convert his experience into spoken language. She thought for a while and said, "When is it almost time to smoke?"

"It's still a prediction, it's really hard to cook."

Yu Zhile sighed and praised her again: "You are so awesome. If I don't touch it with my hands, I don't know how hot it will be."

"You can feel it if you cook too much."

The oil temperature was enough. Xia Zhengyue picked up the fish and gently slid it into the oil pan along the edge of the pot. When the hot oil hits the fish, it makes a scary sniff.

Yu Zhile was quite nervous when she saw Xia Zhenyue getting close, for fear that the oil would splash and bounce her. After all, the girl's skin was fair and delicate, so she would definitely have a small bubble when it was hot. If she had scars in the future, it would be even worse.

"Be careful."

"It's okay, it just looks scary. If the water on the fish is dried, the oil will not splash out."

"It seems you've been splashed with oil?"

"I can cook first, but it doesn't matter if the oil is soaked, it hurts a little."

Seeing the fish in the pot smoking, Yu Zhile hurriedly said, "It's going to turn over, it's almost burnt!"

Xia Zhengyue said calmly: "No, fry slowly over low heat. You must be fixed before turning over, otherwise the fish will break."

She shook the hot pot from time to time to prevent the fish from sticking to the pan. Until that side was fixed, she took the shovel and carefully turned the fish over.

You can see that the frying side has just the right amount of power and has a golden color.

"I thought you could do something special, that's just turning the fish over."

"I don't know... I haven't practiced it before, the pot is heavy, I can't turn it around."

"When I cook, I have to learn to shirk the blame. I feel very handsome and suitable for me."

Xia Zhengyue pursed her lips and chuckled softly, and whispered: "Then you will definitely throw out all the dishes in the pot, and then you will go hungry for dinner."

She looked so good when she smiled. If she hadn't been afraid of disturbing her cooking, Yu Zhile would have taken out her cell phone and photographed her smile.

It's so strange. Could it be that she usually smiles too little? She always feels that she can laugh to his heart with just one smile.

Whenever this is the time, the flow rate of time seems to slow down, as if in photography, the surrounding scenes are fading, and only she is in the center of her vision. You can see the slight sweat beads on the tip of her delicate nose, see her thin lips, slightly melancholy thin eyebrows, and big eyes flashing soft light. It is probably such a photo.

Xia Zhengyue didn't know that Yu Zhile was in a daze, but she felt that his speed of shaking the palm-leaf fan slowed down. She looked back at him and whispered: "The kitchen is very hot. Go out and rest. You are sweating. Don't wave the fan for me."

"It's okay, then if I shake the fan like this, we can both blow it."

Yu Zhile came to his senses and squeezed to the left of Xia Zhengyue. He waved the fan with his left hand, and the wind blew from his side, first blew through him and then on her face.

Xia Zhengyue easily caught his smell from the wind. Perhaps after sweating, the smell became stronger. She didn't feel the smell of sweat. Instead, she couldn't help but smell it, wanting to smell more of his smell.

Suddenly I remembered what he said in the afternoon, "If a person does not spray perfume, but you can still smell the body fragrance on his body, it proves that your genes chose him."

Humans are so perverted! More perverted than dolphins!

Xia Zhenyue's face turned red, trying to hold her breath and not smell him, but she held her breath and made her face look even redder. If she held it for too long, she would easily get panting.

Yu Zhile came over, his nose moved, and exclaimed: "It smells so good!"

Xia Zhengyue widened her eyes because the two were close together, as if he was smelling her, her hands holding the shovel froze, her shoulders shrank, and her whole body became muddy.

"It's almost fried, I've already smelled the fragrance."

It turns out that I'm smelling fish... Is it me who is the pervert...

"Uh... well... it's almost done."

Xia Zhengyue quickly turned off the heat, put out the fried fish, heated the pan and stir-fryed ginger, garlic and other ingredients, and finally put the fried fish in braised and cooked to taste.

When she saw her putting seasonings, Yu Zhile was curious and said, "How to judge how much seasonings are put into?"

Even if she is a top student, Xia Zhenyue can't tell the reason for a while. After all, cooking depends on experience after all. Even if he tells him the exact amount now, he will not cook and he will forget it in two days.

"If you want to put these fish, just put so many. Based on this as the standard, you will have more dishes when the amount is large, and less when the amount is small. You can also change it yourself depending on the taste of each person..."

“It turns out that cooking is a difficult thing.”

Yu Zhile sighed, the most difficult thing in the world is that there is no standard, just like why it is difficult to chase girls, because you can see the progress bar when playing games. Chasing girls is different. Every girl has different standards, of course it is difficult.

"It's not difficult, it's very easy to do it with your heart..."

"Sure enough, I'd better find a wife who can cook for me. What do you think."

Xia Zhengyue was stunned: "Yes, right?"

"You're hot again, your face is so red, like a little tomato."

Yu Zhile accelerated the frequency of shaking the fan, and the wind blew from his side.

Xia Zhengyue felt that she might be fascinated by the smell of wind.

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Chapter completed!