The sweet and sour pork ribs ordered by Jiang Yan were brought to the table at the end, and the color was a little strange.
"Try it." Zhou Ang handed the chopsticks to Jiang Yan, his eyes full of anticipation.
Jiang Yan took the chopsticks, feeling a little heavy, "Have you never tasted it yourself?"
"No." Zhou Ang told the truth.
Jiang Yan felt that the chopsticks in her hand were heavier. She looked at the black rib-like thing on the plate and swallowed hard, "What on earth did it go through to become this color?"
"II don't know either." Zhou Ang touched his chin and looked at the ribs on the plate thoughtfully, "I followed the recipe every step of the way. Although the color is not very pretty, the taste should be good. It¡¯s going to be bad.¡±
Jiang Yan carefully looked at Zhou Ang, where did this man get his confidence? Are these dark pork ribs really edible?
She really shouldn¡¯t have said she wanted to eat sweet and sour pork ribs
She poked it with chopsticks, and finally, with Zhou Ang's hopeful eyes, she picked up a piece and took a bite, and the sweetness spread on the tip of her tongue.
It¡¯s a little too sweet and has a bit of a burnt taste, but overall it¡¯s quite edible.
"It's delicious." Jiang Yan gave a thumbs up.
"That's good." Zhou Ang breathed a sigh of relief, picked up a pair of chopsticks, picked up a piece of spareribs, chewed it twice, and then spat it out.
The expression on the man's face was extremely complicated, "It tastes so bad, but you still say it tastes good?"
"Who asked you to treat me as a guinea pig? This is punishment!" Jiang Yan smiled slyly, "What's more, I think the taste is really okay. It's not unpalatable. It's considered a beginner to be able to do this. It¡¯s pretty awesome, okay?¡±
To prove that she really didn¡¯t find it unpleasant, Jiang Yan picked up a piece of ribs and was about to stuff it into his mouth when Zhou Ang snatched it away.
"Don't eat it." Zhou Ang put the entire plate of "failure" aside, "I will now ask the chef to make a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs and send it over."
"Don't go to such trouble, I really think it's delicious, and you made it yourself." Jiang Yan stubbornly brought the plate of ribs over again, put it in front of him, and ate another piece, "It's really It¡¯s quite delicious, I kid you not.¡±
Zhou Ang grabbed her wrist and said, "Okay, don't force it. I understand what you mean."
Jiang Yan frowned, "Where did Chef Zhou's confidence go?"
"You're making fun of me again." Zhou Ang had no idea what to do with her. He glanced at the remaining dishes on the table and said, "The rest of the dishes are all my specialty. You can try them. As for this sweet and sour pork ribs, Well, I will cook it for you after I learn how to eat it."
"Okay." Jiang Yan agreed obediently. There were four or five dishes left, including meat and vegetables. They were very rich. Compared with the sweet and sour pork ribs, the taste was truly outstanding.
In order to prove that the food he cooked was really delicious, Jiang Yan ate a lot of vegetables, including two bowls of white rice.
Zhou Ang was happy to see that she loved to eat, "Are you full?"
"Well" Jiang Yan stood up with difficulty and patted his bulging belly, "I'm full."
"Sit down for a while while I clean up." Zhou Ang stood up and began to put away the dishes in an orderly manner.
Jiang Yan didn¡¯t refuse. He was really feeling uncomfortable after eating too much. He leaned back comfortably on the lounge chair. The wind blowing outside still had some warmth from the sunset, not to mention how comfortable it was.
In the kitchen, a tall and handsome man was washing dishes with gloves on. Looking at his generous back, Jiang Yan raised a smile. She was really lucky to be held in his hands, pampered and loved by him in her life.
"Yanyan, the sun has set. Don't blow the wind. Be careful of catching a cold." Zhou Ang came over and had not yet taken off his apron. He subconsciously wiped water on his apron.
Jiang Yan closed the comic book and sat up, "I didn't expect you to still have this set of comics. They are out of print and can't be bought in the market."
"Really?" Zhou Ang took off his apron with one hand, walked over, closed the open window on the balcony, bent down and squeezed her hand, "Look at your hands, they are like this."
Zhou Ang directly picked up the remote control beside him and raised the temperature of the room.
"I'm really not cold." Jiang Yan stood up.
"I just saw a lot of out-of-print games on your bookshelf. I didn't expect you to like playing games!"
"I don't play it often, I just play it occasionally during the crew's free time." Zhou Ang raised his lips, "My skills are not very good, you have to teach me."
"Okay, okay!" Jiang Yan asked with a smile.
When Zhou Ang took the game card from the shelf, Jiang Yan had already connected all the equipment, "I used to play this professionally!"
"So powerful." Zhou Ang handed over the game card. In fact, when he was studying abroad, he was often dragged along by Shen Xingzhi to play with him. His level was also very good, at least he often beat Shen Xingzhi until he begged for mercy.
¡°But seeing Jiang Yan¡¯s interest so high, he simply pretended not to be able to do it.
"Then let me take you to play. You hide behind me and I will protect you!" In the game, a little girl carrying an akm said boldly to the muscular man standing behind her.
Zhou Ang nodded seriously, but his eyes cautiously scanned the surrounding area to confirm if there were any enemies around.
The enemy was sniping from a distance. Zhou Ang subconsciously blocked the bullet for her, but unfortunately died. Jiang Yan didn't notice it, patted Zhou Ang on the shoulder and laughed, "You are such a noob, you died so quickly." !"
After laughing, he became serious again. He still rushed into the enemy's base camp with the same akm and swept it away. "I avenged you!"
"You are awesome!" Zhou Ang patted her head lovingly.
With a beautiful headshot, Jiang Yan grimaced proudly, "Look how awesome I am!"
"It's quite powerful, so you have to protect me." Zhou Ang said in response.
"Of course!" Jiang Yan responded immediately, looking back at the clock on the wall, but unconsciously grimaced, "Oh my God, it's so late!"
I didn¡¯t even say a word to my father after being out for so long. If I didn¡¯t come home so late, I was afraid that my father would be worried again.
"It's getting dark, why don't youstay?" Zhou Ang was already very close to her, so when he put his hand to the side, Jiang Yan was pinned down by him.
Jiang Yan suppressed his blush and stuttered a bit when he spoke, "Youwhat do you want to do?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com