Su Qingluan's meal lasted from dawn to midnight, and the sky outside became dark.
Although it is not yet sunset at this time, it can still be considered sunset.
Although Su Qingluan was a very experienced cook, she had not been so busy from morning to night for a long time, and she was a little uncomfortable.
Fortunately, this time, although Su Qingluan is in charge of the chef, she is not just a cook, but can sit down and enjoy the delicious food together.
So you don’t have to be busy in the kitchen for most of the day like you did in the previous life, and you don’t have to stand by and explain to everyone what kind of raw materials are used in which dish, and what kind of texture it tastes like.
When almost all the dishes were ready to be served, Su Qingluan went to the front and asked Song Bo for help - there were several dishes here that were considered "heavyweight" - they were really "weighty" in name. With her current Such a dry and thin physique cannot be lifted.
"Hey, what on earth is this big plate?" Songbo was holding a plate that was as big as a basin and covered with an arc-shaped lid, and was dumbfounded, "It's really hard for you to find such a big thing among these pots and pans. Big plate!”
Su Qingluan also breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, there is a suitable container, otherwise I would have to change the menu."
Songbo was curious, "What? Do different ingredients need different containers?"
Su Qingluan nodded: "Different ingredients have different shapes, so naturally they need to be set off in different containers. This can make the appearance more beautiful. Sometimes, appropriate containers can also make the meal smoother."
Fortunately, Mu Xingzhi has a complete range of container types, giving her more room to use.
"These plates and bowls are all covered with lids, which is quite mysterious." Songbo looked at the largest plate in his hand, curious.
Su Qingluan smiled and said: "After all, it is getting colder. This can better ensure that the dishes do not lose their temperature, otherwise the taste will be much inferior."
Although she asked Songbo to help, the weight on Su Qingluan's tray was not light. According to her rough estimate, the dishes on this tray weighed at least more than ten kilograms - but it was no wonder that although it was four There was one dish, one soup and one staple food, but Su Qingluan calculated the portion for three people.
This made Songbo a little embarrassed but also very happy. The result of his happiness was that he wanted to help Su Qingluan do more work - so he happily went to the kitchen to bring the remaining dishes, and Let Su Qingluan and Mu Xingzhi sit down and eat first.
Su Qingluan thought for a while and realized that the remaining vegetables were rich in soup and could easily spill out if not careful. She had seen Song Bo's footwork as if he were walking on flat ground even when he was climbing over mountains and ridges, so she naturally trusted him.
It wouldn't be fun if he accidentally spilled the soup when he was serving it. Su Qingluan felt like he had missed the mark as soon as he complained about himself.
broken!
The kitchen of Mu Xing's House is in the backyard, but there is a two-story staircase from the backyard to the front dining hall!
From the front door to the hall, you need to climb two steps from below. Su Qingluan often enters the hall from the front door, so he always subconsciously thinks that this should be "up the stairs".
But she forgot that she was entering through the back door and had to go down the next step first!
So Su Qingluan saw that the tray of ingredients in his hand was about to be "scattered".
What's even more tragic is that when Su Qingluan came over, Mu Xingzhi also came over in a wheelchair, probably wanting to take the tray from her hand.
"Get out of the way!" Otherwise, the face that was originally delicate and gentle will turn into a big pie face! Su Qingluan only had time to shout out this sentence before she closed her eyes resignedly and welcomed the face-to-face embrace with Dadi.
"Plop!"
"Click!"
With two consecutive noises, Su Qingluan felt that the sound of the broken dishes was not that loud, and the movement of her falling into a big horse was not so embarrassing - and I don't know if it was her imagination, but there seemed to be a The gentle force lifted him up from in front of him, like an updraft, turning his original "horse-lying" posture into falling to the ground.
Moreover, the force of falling down is completely different from the feeling of falling to the ground.
After the initial fright, Su Qingluan slowly opened her eyes. She originally thought that Mu Xingzhi's bamboo-colored gown was going to turn into a "color map", but she never expected to wait until she carefully opened her eyes and looked to the opposite side. , only to find that the other party didn’t even have a single stain on his body, let alone being covered with it!
What just happened?
She was a little confused, so she asked directly.
"I originally wanted to come out to greet Qingluan, but I never thought I would receive such a 'big gift'," Mu Xingzhi said in a very teasing tone, "I regard Qingluan as a friend. Friends don't need to be so polite. Why should I invite Qingluan... ...Just be casual..." Although he said polite words, there was an obvious smile in Mu Xingzhi's eyes.
Su Qingluan was speechless: ...I thank you. I thank you on behalf of my ancestors for eight generations. You are quite a nice person!
"It's nothing, I just think you are quite young. Although you are not young or chaste, I still wish you blessings like the flowing water of the East China Sea and longevity like the immortal pines in the Southern Mountains." Su Qingluan raised the bar with a smile on her face.
Su Qingluan's two congratulatory words were indeed good words, but they were mostly used to celebrate the birthdays of those who lived a long life - the point was not "congratulations on birthdays", but "congratulations on longevity".
Mu Xingzhi also knew that Su Qingluan was a little unhappy because he was teasing her, so he began to argue that he was old and should be "celebrated".
Su Qingluan was indeed a little unhappy. After all, I was shocked just now, and ended up being teased. However, she was upset and retorted in front of him. Seeing that Mu Xingzhi was not angry, but put down the tray and rolled the wheelchair over to help herself, the slight discomfort just now disappeared.
Su Qingluan didn't know if the upward airflow he just felt was an illusion, but when he looked at the man opposite, his expression was the same as usual, and he didn't notice anything unusual.
...Is it an illusion?
but--
"I can't tell. Although you are thin, you are stronger than I thought!" Su Qingluan sighed, "I need two hands to hold the tray, but you can actually hold it with one hand." Steady." She sighed, staring at the tray placed on the table.
Mu Xingzhi only smiled slightly and bent down to help Su Qingluan up: "After all, you are still growing and your strength is insufficient. Although I am not strong enough, I am a man after all."
Su Qingluan was a little confused for a moment: Is this really the case? She knew that her strength was not comparable to that of a real adult, but... was her strength that small in this life?
She doesn't usually have a hard time cooking, right? Su Qingluan thought with some uncertainty.
