He looked at the kitchen stove which also had a picture of Si Ming attached, leaned over and threatened: "Watch me light the fire, and you, come down, teach me how to use this stove."
Kong Xuan pulled out a Rice Guardian from the painting.
"Ouch ouch!" The Rice Guardian was grabbed by the back of his neck, his two feet struggling, almost unable to touch the ground, "Let me go!"
It looked quite reluctant, even if it was the Peacock God, he couldn't force people to work.
"You dared to make a heart gesture to my spirit master before." Kong Xuan said with a straight face, his hand pressing on the stove, "Now is the time for you to redeem yourself."
What, making a heart gesture is illegal? The Rice Guardian wanted to complain but was afraid of Kong Xuan's combat power, angrily kicked a bowl, slammed the spoon on the counter, "Let's start!"
When the farm staff went for a walk next to them and wanted to come back to clean up the imagined mess, they saw that the young master-like student was already smoothly stir-frying with a big spoon, the heat was just right, the stove was clean and tidy, and the seasonings were all in place.
And he could lift the big pot with one hand, his movements extremely elegant.
...Awesome, the staff gave a thumbs up.
As soon as the staff walked out the door, Kong Xuan immediately shouted, "Hurry up! Put in the ingredients!!"
"Ah ah ah I'm on it!" The Rice Guardian ran around busily, and even started plating for Kong Xuan. After finishing the dishes, it poked at the three plates in front of it with its long spoon.
"Braised crayfish, Dongpo pork, and loofah egg drop soup... these are the dishes the spirit master likes!" The Rice Guardian discovered that the Peacock God was most likely cooking for Tan Xiao to eat, and was both surprised and felt that the Peacock God wasn't as bad as it thought.
It looked at the Peacock God, seeming to have reached an understanding, and spoke in unison: "Pleasure working with you!"
Kong Xuan: "Why are you secretly remembering what Tan Xiao likes to eat?"
Rice Guardian: "..."
Kong Xuan had finished cooking, and there was no trace of the imagined understanding. He disdainfully flicked the Rice Guardian away and walked out with his own dishes.
The Rice Guardian fell on its butt, sat there dazed for a few seconds, vigorously kicking its legs and punching the air: "Ah ah ah ah!"
......
When Kong Xuan brought out the three dishes he made, the farm had also served up two dishes, but his were naturally more eye-catching. Everyone didn't expect that Kong Xuan not only knew how to cook, but his dishes also had excellent color, aroma and taste.
Especially that Dongpo pork, it was an extremely glossy red, with alternating fat and lean, just looking at it one could imagine its rich, sticky mouthfeel, the surface full of collagen, it must coat the mouth along with the thick meat juices.
Tan Chunying took a sniff, "Haha, it's like what my son makes... you taught him, right?"
Tan Xiao: "Mm, sort of."
Kong Xuan put them all in front of Tan Xiao, naturally no one objected to this, of course the birthday boy had to taste it first.
"This Dongpo pork, we used to make it for ceremonies at home, it was so popular, we picked the meat ourselves..." Tan Chunying was already telling everyone cooking tips.
Tan Xiao picked up a crayfish, broke it open to take out the tender white meat, fully coated in broth, it had been well-seasoned during the braising process, soft, bouncy, fragrant and tender in one bite.
The loofah was grown in the farm, the egg was fried golden, and together with the naturally sweet loofah, the soup was thick and fragrant, the crispy and soft textures blending together.
"It's especially delicious." As soon as Tan Xiao said this, he saw Kong Xuan's originally slightly tense body seem to relax, and the eyes staring at him also lit up.
Kong Xuan said lightly: "Cooking, it's nothing."
As if he really just casually stir-fried it and got this flavor, but Tan Xiao knew that he must have practiced who knows how many times, and had to secretly observe his seasoning amounts.
A pair of chopsticks slowly reached over.
"Smack." They were blocked by Tan Xiao, looking at Lin Yang.
Lin Yang: "Have mercy, I just want to eat if the dishes cooked by the handsome guy are also especially arrogant."
Tan Xiao picked a slice of loofah for him: "Eat."
Lin Yang: "..."
"Didn't expect it from you Xiao bro, forgetting righteousness upon seeing beauty." Lin Yang slurped a mouthful, feeling like he hadn't even tasted the flavor before it was gone, he dejectedly went to pick other dishes on the table, and took a bite of cabbage.
Crunch crunch, he chewed a few bites, Lin Yang suddenly froze.
He was eating cabbage, right?
Why did it taste fully like twice-cooked pork?
Did I see wrong again? Lin Yang confusedly glanced at the dishes on the table, then suddenly woke with a start, where was there any twice-cooked pork on this table!
Amidst the lively table, Lin Yang was as if struck by lightning, he picked up another serving of spicy fish, put it in his mouth and chewed a few times.
Amazing.
This time it tasted like abalone.
Lin Yang swallowed, seemingly calmly poking the classmate beside him, asking: "When you eat this, what flavor is it? Does it have an abalone taste?"
That classmate looked at Lin Yang, "You can go crazy from not eating the food cooked by Kong Xuan? I'm telling you I suspect Tan Xiao is just comforting him..." Noticing Kong Xuan's cold glance, he quickly shut up and ate.
"..." Crazy, really crazy.
Lin Yang suddenly remembered the wish he made at the Siming Temple during the day, "Let me enjoy some delicacies", and felt a chill down his neck, restless. Thinking back to how he clearly remembered the statue was standing, but the boss insisted it was a sitting statue.
Scared to death!!
Even if he got to eat good things, this way made Lin Yang feel like his heart was going to give out, and he started imagining wildly, was this really the blessing of the Stove God? I don't feel like I have such good luck, it seems only I was favored.
Could it be that this wasn't a favor at all, but because I mocked that attendant, so it came to prank me?
Lin Yang, having imagined eighteen different scenarios in his head, was on the verge of tears. The atmosphere at the scene was so good, yet their joys and sorrows were not shared.
Lin Yang took out the talisman and waved it a few times, but it was useless. The things he ate still tasted different. He didn't dare to say it out loud immediately, fearing being labeled as a lunatic and sent to the hospital right away.
His mind was in a jumble until the end of the meal. Lin Yang had a sense of unknown fear, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. After everyone finished eating, they all ran to the lawn to sing karaoke. He was also handed a can of Coke. Taking a sip, tears flowed down.
It was red wine.
Wuwuwu, this is really too much. I'm still a kid, I can't drink alcohol!
Lin Yang couldn't take it anymore. Even if it tasted good, there had to be a reason. He was really afraid that even the toothpaste would change flavor tonight.
Trembling, he wanted to find Tan Xiao. Only Tan Xiao could possibly save him now. He didn't mean to ruin the birthday party atmosphere, but he felt that this haunting... no, godly mischief... really needed to be resolved!
Lin Yang hadn't found Tan Xiao on the lawn yet. Where did he go?
......
"Bang bang bang!" Seeing the Rice Guardian drumming out a rhythm with the rice bowl while crying and howling, Tan Xiao rubbed its back with a finger. "Alright, alright, I understand. You're saying those dishes were actually made from your cooperation with Kong Xuan, and you deserve some credit."
The Rice Guardian wiped its face bravely and gritted its teeth, stomping its feet.
Tan Xiao looked at Kong Xuan beside him.
Kong Xuan folded his arms and said coldly, "How dare the firefly's light compete with the bright moon." If he wasn't unfamiliar with the stove here, the Rice Guardian wouldn't have had a chance to perform at all.
"A 30-70 split of the credit between you two should be fine, right?" Tan Xiao said.
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