Grumpy male concubine dressed as a villain

Chapter 39

Unexpectedly, Shen Yuan was still full of emotion, the next second there was an untimely loud noise outside the house, although the sound came from not close, Shen Yuan could roughly distinguish the source of the sound.

Sure enough, Master Zhang from the kitchen of the Prince's Mansion strode in to report that the pan that Wei Shu had just used was fried.

After finishing speaking, he was still submissive, seeing his prince's face ashen, and silently backed out.

The corners of Shen Yuan's mouth twitched, and suddenly he felt grateful for his survival after the catastrophe.

Good guy!The pot could be fried. Fortunately, I didn't eat the rice he cooked. If I ate it, I'm afraid it would poison people to death.

Shen Yuan looked up at his face again, and sure enough, there was still oil on his cheeks that hadn't been wiped off.

This is his "beauty is in the eye of the beholder". I don't know how many times the filter has been turned on. I was so close just now that I didn't even notice it.

Shen Yuan looked up at him with a smile in his eyes and a meaningful expression.

Wei Shu felt that the atmosphere was extremely awkward, he moved his lips, and just about to say something, saw Shen Yuan standing up: "Go and see."

Then strode out.

The steps didn't look injured, and Wei Shu didn't stop him either.

The point is that before he could stop him, he had already walked out the door.

When he came to the kitchen, a pungent smell of smoke came to his nostrils, Shen Yuan covered his nose and brushed his face with his hand.

When I walked in, I saw the bottom of the pot that was leaking on the stove, and the pot was still mixed with unfinished vegetables, scattered and splattered everywhere.

There are still a few plates of cooked dishes on the stove beside it, if those dark things are considered dishes...

Shen Yuan picked up those vegetables and smelled them, a trace of disgust could not help showing on his face.

He just said, how can this pampered prince know how to cook?The co-author is doing dark cooking.

Could this posture be trying to poison him to death?

Wei Shu defended in a low voice: "It's the first time for Gu to try, it's a bit unfamiliar, it's good to get familiar with it a few times."

Shen Yuan glanced at him: "Come on, once you get familiar with it, I'm afraid the Prince's Mansion will be blown up by you."

Throwing the dish in his hand, he rolled up his sleeves and sighed: "I'll do it."

Shen Yuan walked to the pile of vegetables on the side, picked out a few green vegetables, mushrooms, and a piece of high-quality lean meat, and went to the water tank to wash them carefully. Wei Shu squatted beside him: "Ah Yuan can still cook?"

"I was young..." Half of Shen Yuan's words came to an abrupt end, it's terrible!I almost confided my life in modern times, so I hurriedly changed my words, "I don't remember much either, just assume that I was born with it."

Wei Shu saw that he didn't want to talk about it, and didn't mean to ask the bottom line, so he changed the subject: "Is your foot okay?"

Shen Yuan found that after his body was strengthened, the part of his foot also healed, he nodded: "When I woke up, I found that it was much better."

"is it?"

Wei Shu looked at his ankle and squinted his eyes. When he checked it this morning, the area was still swollen. Now it's calmed down like this?

Shen Yuan put the washed vegetables on the chopping board, cut off the bottom and picked it up, cut the meat into small pieces and chopped them into fine pieces.

Wei Shu felt that Shen Yuan in front of him seemed to be a different person, with beautiful and skillful sword skills, and focused eyes, as if his whole body was shining.

Suddenly, he felt that Shen Yuan and someone in his consciousness overlapped for a moment, as if there was such a person before, but he had forgotten about it.

Wei Shu lowered his head in thought, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the oil stains on his sleeves, frowned slightly, hesitated, and walked out with big strides.

Shen Yuan took a clean pot. When the pot was hot, he poured oil, put minced meat in it and stir-fried, added minced ginger, and after a while, added mushrooms, put in various seasonings, and boiled in water.

Although these ancient seasonings are not as many as modern ones, they are superior in that they are made purely and do not contain preservatives. The dishes fried with them have a pure natural fragrance.

After a while, the smell of minced meat wafted out, attracting everyone standing outside the door to poke their heads in.

Shen Yuan was kneading the dough at this time, the dough was prepared by someone before, Shen Yuan felt good after kneading it, so he used it directly.

Knead the noodles first and then fold them in half. The noodles are instantly entangled like a twist. After a few repetitions, the noodles are formed in his hands. At this moment, the minced meat that has just been cooked is ready. Put it away on the side.

Put the vegetables in the cleaned pot, remove them, clean them and put them in the noodles.After the noodles are boiled, put them in a bowl, put the minced meat with mushrooms just now, heat the oil in the pot, pour lightly on the minced meat, and there will be a sound, bringing the fragrance of the whole house. Two bowls of fragrant mushroom minced meat noodles are ready it is done.

In modern times, Shen Yuan usually doesn't want to eat greasy food in the morning, and he doesn't want to eat those dry milk bread. His favorite food is the mushroom minced pork noodles made by his mother.

His mother's good cooking skills were taught to him when he was young, but since his mother left, he never cooks again.

He didn't want to make it for himself, and he didn't want to make it for anyone.

But now that I have met someone I like, I am naturally willing to share it with him.

Shen Yuan put them on the lacquer plate, and when he was about to pick them up, Wei Shu snatched them further: "Lonely."

Shen Yuan smiled slightly and gave a light grace.

He had been concentrating on cooking just now, but he didn't even realize it. Looking at it now, Wei Shu changed his clothes at some point, and the oil stains on his face had disappeared long ago.

Seeing that Wei Shu went out and someone wanted to take the lacquer tray, he held the lacquer tray in his arms like a child guarding a toy, and even gave them a look, Shen Yuan couldn't laugh or cry.

An old monster who has lived for two lives is still like a child, there is really nothing to do with him.

Wei Shu was stunned after just one mouthful. He never thought that Shen Yuan would have such good cooking skills. Not only does it smell delicious, but it tastes even better.

The noodles are full of toughness, with the smell of minced meat between the lips and teeth, but not greasy, and it is even very refreshing when served with green vegetables. Wei Shu usually eats extremely elegantly, but at this time he also brought out some boldness. After that, he couldn't stop taking a bite. After eating a bowl of hot noodles, Wei Shu lay down on the chair and let out a long breath.

"Young lady's craftsmanship is simply amazing, Gu has never eaten such delicious noodles."

Shen Yuan felt that he was exaggerating too much, curled his lips and muttered: "I don't believe it."

Wei Shu sat closer to him: "Really."

That expression seemed to say: Look at my sincere little eyes.

Shen Yuan couldn't help but laugh.

After the "frying pot" incident just now, Shen Yuan felt that Wei Shu was much more down-to-earth than his previous cool and pretentious appearance, but he became more and more like a licking dog, still a husky wagging his tail.

But this way of getting along is surprisingly comfortable.

After Shen Yuan drank the last sip of soup, Caiyin tactfully removed the bowl and chopsticks.

Shen Yuan took a sip of tea, suddenly remembered what happened before, put down the teacup and said: "I have something to tell you."