Song Youqing put the vegetables in the kitchen, then turned around and returned to Du Yu's house. She looked at the bruises on Du Yu's back that were gradually fading. Then she felt relieved and kicked Ye Qing: "Go and cook."
"Eat again!" Ye Qing looked at the sky and realized that it was in the evening. He took his hands off Du Yu's back and asked casually: "Where did you get the food?"
"Of course I got it from the kitchen of the guest house!" Song Youqing said matter-of-factly: "How dare you expect me to buy food."
"As expected of the second young master." Ye Qing gave a thumbs up.
"That's right." Song Youqing smiled proudly: "Women like me are rare. You must learn to cherish them."
Du Yu lay on the bed, not only eating a mouthful of dog food but also a belly full of jealousy, secretly cursing the adulterer and whore, shameless.
Ye Qing didn't want to go out to eat either, but fortunately the floor he lived on had three bedrooms, two living rooms, a kitchen and two bathrooms. However, the kitchen is fully equipped with all kinds of kitchen utensils, but there are no ingredients, including salt.
Fortunately, although Song Youqing was a heroine in the army, she could not cook but she could eat and knew what was needed for cooking. Therefore, what we brought back was not only meat, fish, and vegetables, but also oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, sugar, cooking wine, etc.
Song Youqing loved to eat pickled fish. Ye Qing looked at it and saw that the fish was a clean and large grass carp, weighing five or six kilograms.
Ye Qing quickly packed up the ingredients. The pickled fish was the main dish, and the rest could be stir-fried.
Pickled fish is a test of knife skills. Not only do the fillets have to be removed, but they also need to be consistent in thickness, length, and size. In this way, they can be heated evenly during cooking and can be cooked quickly to maintain a fresh and tender taste.
Ye Qing is very good at playing with knives. Although it is not a Xiuchun knife, the kitchen knife is flying up and down. In a moment, he has finished processing all kinds of ingredients and started to cook fish,
"Hey, why does it smell so good?" The bedroom door was not closed. Du Yu was lying on the bed with his upper body bare. The Qi cultivated by Song Youqing was not suitable for healing, so she rubbed the medicinal wine with her hands and kneaded it slowly. Du Yu's injuries.
Song Youqing twitched her nose slightly, it was still the same taste and aroma: "Sauerkraut fish."
"Song Er, you are not authentic!" Du Yu became anxious when he heard this. His best friend for many years has long known what Song Er likes to eat: "You reward me and let him make your favorite pickled fish." "
Song Youqing smiled a little awkwardly: "I just went to the kitchen and happened to see that the grass carp they sent was good, so I asked the master chef to help prepare the ingredients for making pickled fish.
However, I also took the beef you like and asked Ye Qing to make you some stir-fried beef. "
As he spoke, another aroma came over, and Du Yu took a few breaths of the aroma: "It really has stir-fried beef."
"Eating fish can make you smarter." Song Youqing rolled her eyes fiercely. Both of them were plump beauties, with waists as thin as willows, big breasts and round butts.
However, Du Yu's breasts and butt were obviously bigger than hers, which made her involuntarily feel envious and jealous: "Eating meat will only make you a fat woman that no one wants."
Du Yu rolled his eyes and didn't bother to talk to her. He had just hooked up with Ye Qing and had a taste. Song Youqing wanted to live in the same apartment with Ye Qing and himself. The drunkard didn't care about drinking. After the appraisal, now She is a prostitute...
Song Youqing turned around and left, first going to the bathroom to wash off the medicinal wine on her hands. Then she walked to the kitchen door, leaned against the door frame, and watched Ye Qing busy cooking: "The pickled fish you made is still so fragrant."
"So." Ye Qing turned back and glanced at her: "A man like me can go out of the hall, go to the court, run rampant on the battlefield, and wash your hands in the kitchen for you. He is the best in the world. You should do the same. Learn to cherish it.”
Song Youqing curled her lips in disdain: "I have cherished you since you wore crotchless pants. Although the relationship was bumpy, you still fell into my hands in the end."
As she spoke, she walked over quickly, hugged Ye Qing from behind, and choked with sobs: "Is this enough?"
Ye Qing was surprised. The Second Young Master Song was a born evildoer, a dashing god. How could he be so sentimental? When he turned around, his eyes were red: "What's wrong with you?"
Song Youqing gritted her teeth: "I feel like Du Yu is going to snatch you away."
Ye Qing raised his hand and touched her head: "If you had had this kind of consciousness back then, Mr. Song wouldn't have been able to break us up."
"Bah..." Song Youqing spat at him lightly: "Back then, you just graduated from high school. Although you won the first place in the internal defense competition, you still couldn't hide the fact that you were a little kid. Falling in love with you, I mustered up all my courage. At that time, you know what my eldest sister thought of me."
"You are just a common person!" Ye Qing hugged her in his arms and said meaningfully: "No matter how young a man is, he will grow up. What's more, I already knew what love was back then."
Song Youqing hugged his neck and kissed him on the lips: "I am a secular person. You are not vulgar, okay, but we always have to live in the secular world. I don't care about other people's opinions, but I don't want you to bear that kind of responsibility." pressure."
Ye Qing sighed. The pressure that Song Er mentioned did not lie in the secular world, but in the Ye and Song families. Two factions and two completely different ideas were equally powerful.
Back then, I left Kyoto in anger and went to Rayleigh to learn stone betting. Why didn't Song Er go to Africa and lick his wounds in a foreign land far away from his hometown?
Although they met and fell in love with each other, it was a pity that the two of them still lived in the secular world and were unable to overcome many obstacles and become a legal couple.
Ye Qing turned off the stove, hugged Song Youqing deeply, and apologized ashamedly: "I'm sorry."
Song Youqing was angry and funny. She raised her hand and patted him on the head: "I came across the ocean to see you, but I didn't expect that you would turn into a playboy. At that time, I wanted to turn around and go back to Kyoto. Yes. However, when I think of the dangerous environment you are about to face, I can’t help myself."
She spoke passionately, and her eyes were already covered with a thin layer of mist.
After many years, the two met again, but they already had their own responsibilities.
The reason why Ye Qing became a playboy was related to the tasks he needed to perform. Every woman around him played an irreplaceable role in completing his tasks.
But another reason is that the emotional pain of that year made him understand that persistence may not necessarily lead to success, and he must cherish the people in front of him.
It's just that there are too many people in front of this kid.
Song Youqing rested her pretty face on his shoulder, lazily not wanting to move.
The two have been reunited for so long and have experienced life and death battles together. However, there is really not much space that truly belongs to the two of them, and there are even fewer opportunities to express their feelings to each other.
Now this small kitchen has become a sweet space for the two of them.
She murmured to herself: "I'm sorry, Mr. Song has made you feel wronged."
