Jiang Buwan and Xiang Zhihan bought some fresh vegetables on the way back. Xiang Zhihan held a basket and said seriously, "Wanwan, believe me, the dishes I cooked today will definitely suit your appetite. .”
Jiang Buwan smiled and said, "I believe your husband can do it."
Turning his head, Jiang Buwan whispered to Qingruo, "I'll go to Li Ji to buy some meat buns later."
Xiang Zhihan:. . .
For the first time, I felt that having good hearing was not a good thing.
As soon as the two of them walked to the door of their house, the neighbor's wife came.
"Mrs. Xiang, I heard that you are planning to open a school. Are you looking for a place?"
"yes."
"Old Zhang's house is about to be sold, why don't you go and take a look?" Wang Po said, "It would be perfect to renovate his house and use it as a school."
Lao Zhang's house is near their medical clinic. In the front hall is Lao Zhang's teahouse, and in the backyard is Lao Zhang's family.
Jiang Buwan and Xiang Zhihan looked at each other and smiled. They were really dozing off and giving them pillows.
"Wang Po, thank you for the news. We will take a look at Lao Zhang's place later."
Xiang Zhihan and Qingruo went home to cook, while Jiang Buwan went to Lao Zhang Tea Shop.
Due to the relationship between the neighbors, Lao Zhang gave her a lower price than the one she had previously favored, and she happily paid for the house.
Because the front room is a teahouse, the location is already large enough. She only needs to simply change some things in the room and place them neatly on the desk, and it becomes her school.
As for the backyard, she plans to clear out some clutter and create an open space for students to relax and play during after-school hours.
After Jiang Buwan took a brief look around the house, he hurried back before the sun set.
As soon as she stepped into the house, Xiao Qingruo pulled her and said, "Sister Wanwan, fortunately I bought the buns. The dishes made by Brother Xiang are so sweet and salty that I can't eat them."
Xiao Qingruo recalled the horrific experience just now, she licked her lips and felt a little thirsty again.
Jiang Buwan took a breath and asked, "How many dishes did he cook?"
"Three ways."
Jiang Buwan held his forehead and asked, "Where are the buns? Get me some to cushion my stomach."
Xiang Zhihan's handwritten prescriptions are good at making medicines, but he really doesn't have this talent for cooking.
You said that if you don't have this talent, let's forget it, but Xiang Zhihan doesn't. It seems that it's just like cooking. As long as he has free time, he will go into the kitchen to cook.
Of course, Jiang Buwan didn't think that Xiang Zhihan did this for her.
If it was really for her, then there was only one possibility, he wanted to poison her to death.
Xiang Zhihan heard the movement at the door and came over with his hands behind his back, "Wanwan, come on, the food is ready. Even Qingruo said today's food is delicious."
Jiang Buwan Wenyan looked at Qingruo, and Qingruo told her with her eyes that she had no intention of telling Xiang Zhihan the cruel reality.
Jiang Buwan raised his head and smiled at Zhihan. Forget it, Qingruo ate them all. He would definitely not be able to kill anyone anyway.
"coming."
There were three ordinary-looking dishes on the wooden table. At least this time, although the color was not very attractive, at least it was not as black as coal or not cooked at all like the previous times.
It seems to be progress.
"Did your husband do this?" Jiang Buwan praised, "It looks very good."
As Jiang Buwan said this, he wanted to reach out with his chopsticks to the scrambled eggs with tomatoes that would never go wrong no matter how they were fried.
She took a bite of the bright yellow egg and put it into her mouth. The stimulating and strong salty taste spread in her mouth, almost sending her away.
She couldn't help but spit it out, and Qingruo handed over a glass of water with great foresight.
Jiang Buwan quickly took the tea cup and drank it in one gulp. She drank three glasses of water in a row before the salty taste dissipated in her mouth.
Jiang Buwan pointed to this plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes that looked ordinary but was salty to death, "Husband, when you made it, did you taste it yourself?"
Damn it, this guy didn't want to kill her to death.
"I've tasted it." Xiang Zhihan took a bite of scrambled eggs with another pair of chopsticks and put it into his mouth with an innocent look on his face, and said, "I think the taste is normal."
His face remained normal and his eyes were confused as he asked: "Wanwan, is there something wrong with this dish?"
"Don't you think he's salty??!"
Good guy, no wonder Xiang Zhihan has never been able to cook. The uncooked or overcooked ingredients helped him cover up a fatal fact. Does this guy have no sense of taste? !
"Salty?" Xiang Zhihan paused while picking up the food. The taste of this dish was particularly bland in his mouth, but he always thought it was the taste of the dish itself.
Seeing this, Qing Ruo took advantage of the situation and gave Xiang Zhihan a piece of potato.
"Brother Xiang, where is this potato?" Qingruo asked, "Do you think it's sweet?"
"Sweet?" Xiang Zhihan swallowed the potatoes and replied, "Don't they have the same taste?"
Both eggs and potatoes taste the same to him. The only difference is that the potatoes have soft sand and the eggs are soft.
Jiang Buwan said with a serious expression, "Husband, from now on our family will just buy and eat outside."
"You are not suitable for cooking."
Qingruo clenched her fists and said, "I can cook. I used to cook for my family when I was at home."
Jiang Buwan looked at Qingruo, who was not as tall as a stove, shook his head and said, "It's better to wait until you grow up."
"Why?" Xiang Zhihan looked puzzled. In his world, if you don't do something well once, you can do it a second or third time, and one day you can do it very well.
"Husband, haven't you noticed that you have no sense of taste?"
Xiang Zhihan was stunned when he heard this. He vaguely remembered that he had not eaten any food since he formed the elixir to prevent grains.
So before he came to earth, the sense of taste was dispensable.
"Brother Xiang, haven't you ever noticed that you have no sense of taste?"
Xiang Zhihan lowered his eyes and vaguely remembered an old incident. At that time, he first entered the sect and had not yet established the foundation, so he thought about how to practice every day.
He saved time for eating and drinking. At that time, he ate a lot of Bigu Pills. Everything he ate afterward tasted like Bigu Pills, but he didn't care at that time.
He suddenly remembered that eating the Foundation Establishment Pill would affect his sense of taste.
He looked at the three plates of dishes of different colors on the table, put down his chopsticks, and said, "I've never noticed this before."
An apologetic smile appeared on his face, "I'm sorry, it's hard for you to eat the food I cooked."
Jiang Buwan also practiced step by step from the lowest level of monks. How could she not know how poor Xiang Zhihan's sense of taste was.
She sighed softly, held Xiang Zhihan's hand, and said, "Let's go, today I successfully bought Lao Zhang's house as a school. To celebrate, I invite you to Fulou to eat elbow."
Qingruo is a child after all. When he heard that there was pork elbow to eat, he immediately became happy and said, "Okay, the pork elbow at Lai Fulou is delicious!"
