flstandardbreds Chapter 109 That's how you praise me, so you'll get to eat next time.
Chapter 109 That's how you praise me, so you'll get to eat next time.
Songtao Garden.
Festive red lanterns hung under the eaves, and the live broadcast of the Spring Festival Gala was reflected in the glass windows.
Fu Jinyun sat in the living room watching TV, but there was no sound at all.
He deliberately turned the TV volume down to the lowest setting so he could hear what was happening in the kitchen.
He was curious: what delicious food could two kitchen novices possibly make?
In the kitchen, An Xiaoyue stood a step away from Fu Shengyang.
Strawberries harvested around the Spring Festival are large, red, crisp, and sweet and sour, making them perfect for making all kinds of strawberry-flavored cakes.
She fell in love with the strawberry cake Fu Shengyang made after trying it.
When Fu Shengyang mentioned making strawberry pancakes, she was naturally willing to help out; she couldn't always just sit back and reap the benefits.
Fu Shengyang took out strawberries, eggs, and milk from the refrigerator, and then precisely pulled out a small bag of flour and various tools from the cabinet.
An Xiaoyue watched silently. This was Songtao Garden's kitchen; how did Fu Shengyang know it so well?
Fu Shengyang rolled up his sleeves, revealing his long, muscular forearms.
He cleaned all the tools and then started washing the strawberries.
"I'll crack the eggs." She had never done kitchen work before, but she could still do things like cracking eggs and stirring.
"Okay, come on over." Fu Shengyang agreed, worried that she might be bored.
His hands were still rinsing the strawberries under the running water, so he couldn't free them. He just turned his head and told An Xiaoyue which container the egg was in.
An Xiaoyue took the eggs, and following Fu Shengyang's instructions, put two eggs in the bowl, then started whisking them.
Fu Shengyang washed the strawberries, and arranged the bright red strawberries neatly on kitchen paper, waiting for them to dry before cutting them open.
Xiaoyue had almost finished whisking the eggs, and he cut open the milk, ready to pour it in.
"When did you buy this milk? Is it expired?"
The kitchen at Songtaoyuan is never used for cooking; people usually just wash fruit and water glasses. I don't know how long the milk has been in the refrigerator.
"It was delivered this morning, no problem." To prove his words, he even found the expiration date on the milk carton and handed it to Xiaoyue, "Look."
An Xiaoyue glanced at it and confirmed that it was indeed produced yesterday. It has a seven-day shelf life and is far from expiring.
"Then pour it in."
Thus, An Xiaoyue witnessed firsthand the meticulousness of a business tycoon.
As if conducting a chemistry experiment, Fu Shengyang used a measuring cup to precisely pour a certain number of milliliters of milk into the egg mixture and mix them.
While she was stirring, Fu Shengyang began sifting the flour.
An Xiaoyue was somewhat surprised that Fu Shengyang was so adept at kitchen work, despite having over a hundred servants in the household.
"I never expected you to do these things."
What surprised An Xiaoyue even more was Fu Shengyang's words.
"What's so difficult about that? There are tutorial videos online. I can learn it after watching it once."
"So amazing!" An Xiaoyue blurted out in admiration.
Fu Shengyang saw that her dark eyes were full of surprise and admiration. He didn't mention how she had turned the gas stove on and off countless times and how she had to call Cui Ma in an emergency because she didn't know how to use the oven.
Was the strawberry cake you made for the first time last time?
Fu Shengyang raised his chin, looking incredibly proud, and said, "Mm."
An Xiaoyue's admiration deepened, "You're really amazing to make such a delicious cake on your first try."
"Yes, that's how you should praise me." Fu Shengyang raised an eyebrow. "So you can have some next time."
"Can you keep making cakes forever?"
"What's wrong with that?" Fu Shengyang asked back. "Doing these things is a good way to relax."
An Xiaoyue: What a unique way to relax!
Seeing that she had stirred the mixture in her hands enough, Fu Shengyang poured in the sifted flour.
"If you like to eat it, I can make it for you anytime."
Fu Shengyang's homemade cakes are made with clean ingredients, so you can eat them with peace of mind.
You can enjoy delicious cakes anytime!
Without him saying anything more, An Xiaoyue stirred even more vigorously.
An Xiaoyue admired Fu Shengyang's ability.
She had tried kitchen work before, but being in the kitchen was like fighting a war.
Not only was there a lot of clattering and crashing, but there wasn't even enough space on the workbench for her to put things on. When she reached out, she didn't know which item to grab.
Fu Shengyang operated the machine methodically and even had time to chat with her. An Xiaoyue thought he was truly amazing.
"Let me see." Fu Shengyang took the stirring stick from her hand, checked the consistency of the mixture, and said, "It's about right. Go and rest over there."
Fu Shengyang was worried that her back would hurt if she stood for too long, and he didn't want her to be alone in the kitchen, so he pulled out a chair for her to sit by the island counter and keep him company.
"I saw you took a lemon, how about I make some lemonade for Grandpa?"
They were both here, but Grandpa Fu was all alone in the living room; the old man looked all lonely.
"You wash it clean, I'll cut it." The fire on the stove was already lit, and Fu Shengyang had just squeezed the decorated pancakes onto the pan.
After scrubbing the lemon with salt, An Xiaoyue placed it on the cutting board, picked up the kitchen knife and gestured a couple of times, but didn't know where to start.
Upon seeing this, Fu Shengyang wore a doting smile.
Even top scorers in the college entrance exam, who are so academically gifted, have things they don't know.
"I'll cut it."
Fu Shengyang went to cut lemons, and she helped keep an eye on the pot.
She was worried that the pancakes bubbling in the pan would burn and then their color wouldn't look good.
An Xiaoyue was calculating the optimal angle at which to use the spatula to successfully flip the pancake.
Fu Shengyang suddenly leaned closer, his familiar scent drawing near. An Xiaoyue felt inexplicably nervous and gripped the shovel in her hand even tighter.
"Don't be afraid, I'm with you." His words were so gentle, and his warm breath brushed against her face, making that spot instantly burn.
An Xiaoyue's gaze swept over Fu Shengyang's hand; her hand was too small, and he held it completely in his palm.
She bit her lip to suppress her nervousness and focused all her attention on the small shovel.
The two slowly scooped up the pancake, flipped it over, and it returned to its original position, successfully flipping it over.
An Xiaoyue stared blankly at the pancakes in the pan, a smile playing on her lips. They were quite simple, weren't they?
"Try turning one yourself," Fu Shengyang encouraged her, then stepped aside.
His fiery gaze fell on An Xiaoyue's earlobes, which were redder than strawberries, and then moved down to her snow-white neck.
Fu Shengyang felt a tightening in his lower abdomen.
“Okay, I’ll give it a try.” An Xiaoyue didn’t notice Fu Shengyang’s reaction at all; all her attention was focused on flipping the pancakes.
That's it, that's it, just like that.
She replayed the scene of Fu Shengyang and her together in her mind.
Then, mimicking Fu Shengyang's earlier movements, he carefully and slowly shoveled.
As a result, the pancake was lifted off the bottom of the pan, but a small piece remained stuck to the bottom.
"Oh haha~"
An Xiaoyue exclaimed in disappointment, stunned on the spot.
Brain: I understand.
Hand: What?!
"It's okay, we can just scrape it off. We'll put this piece at the bottom later." As Fu Shengyang spoke, he had already used another silicone spatula to remove the remaining small piece.
An Xiaoyue smiled and flipped the pancake back into the pan.
"That's quite well done," Fu Shengyang praised.
This deserves praise, and An Xiaoyue's mood instantly improved.
Fu Shengyang quickly flipped the other two over as well.
An Xiaoyue was stunned. She admitted that she was indeed not suited for kitchen work.
Fu Shengyang sensed her envious gaze and said softly, "Your hands aren't suited for this kind of work. You should focus on your studies."
Okay. She resigned herself to her fate.
An Xiaoyue asked casually, "How did you and Grandpa spend New Year's Eve in the past?"
"After dinner, I went back to Shui Xie Ju. Occasionally, I would go out for drinks with my brothers."
Where is Grandpa Fu?
He stayed up all night to welcome the New Year.
"After you finish this, go out and have some fun. You haven't seen your friends in a long time." She had Lingxi by her side since she was a child and knew the importance of friends in life.
Fu Shengyang is usually very busy, and since everyone has time during the Spring Festival, they should go out and get together.
"Not everyone was there this year, so we didn't make any plans."
An Xiaoyue had no suspicions. Once the four pancakes in the pot were ready, Fu Shengyang plated them directly.
He sandwiched chopped strawberry pieces between two pancakes, and then placed sliced strawberries and blueberries around the pancakes.
"Neither you nor Grandpa can eat cream, so I'll make you cheese and lemon. If you're afraid of the sourness, just dip it in honey."
“Okay.” An Xiaoyue stared intently at the plate of strawberry pancakes.
The sourness of lemons, the sweetness of honey, and the aroma of milk and eggs stimulated her taste buds; she really wanted to eat.
Fu Shengyang placed the two pancakes on the tray. "Alright, go out and eat with Grandpa. I'll make another one for Mom."
An Xiaoyue, holding a knife and fork, followed him into the living room and asked curiously, "Aren't you going to eat?"
Fu Shengyang: "I don't like sweets."