Chapter 45: Gloomy President x Fast Blade Chef

Han Qianling's eyes flashed twice, and the syllable of the name was stuck on the tip of his tongue without vomiting. He looked at Luo Jiujiang's back, the thin waist tightly tied by the apron... After a while, Han Qianling said vaguely: "I remember."
His mouth, like his heart, has never been difficult to open. Only occasionally open a tiny gap, and others can glimpse the rare brilliance flowing through the gap, like a large clam full of pearls.
The moment when the clam shell opens the gap slightly, it is like a spark of fire and electricity, and the bright light that resembles a star and night will only appear in front of people for a moment. Then the next moment Han Qianling sealed them all into his heart, so fast that people thought he had an illusion.
Luo Jiujiang did not show any loss, he still carried his back, carefully carving the next apple.
If Qianling in the last world is more alike than the son of the dragon who commanded the Three Thousand World and was proud and beautiful, then Qianling now reminds him of the bamboo horse who grew up just like himself.
Before their legend began, Luo Jiujiang had extended his hand to Han Qianling countless times.
Han Qianling would refuse, Han Qianling would deny, Han Qianling would hide and look back in silence. However, those later experiences proved that Han Qianling clearly remembered every detail.
In the years to come, he compensated Luo Jiujiang bit by bit for the suggestions he had missed.
Qianling is a bit slow to heat up, perhaps because he has been hurt too much, so he hesitates.
Or maybe... just because he hurt too much before.
Pain is always dull.
Luo Jiujiang put down the knife, twisted the apple stem and turned around. He also carved the second apple into a flower. The apple stalk is the flower stem, and the flower body is overlapped and thin, with a certain unspeakable ethereal and clear beauty.
Even the flower stamens were carved vividly by Luo Jiujiang, and they swayed slightly with the airflow he breathed, making them look very pitiful.
Han Qianling's gaze stayed on Luo Jiujiang's hand for a moment unconsciously.
"What kind of flower is this, I have never seen it before."
"Deep Snowflake." Luo Jiujiang said with a smile.
He bowed his head and took a petal away. Looking at his movements alone, it seemed to give the flower a soft kiss, almost making people jealous of the apple held by Luo Jiujiang.
Deep snowflakes can clear the heart and calm desires, but if you dare to taste one, you will find the fragrance of deep snowflakes as sweet as spring.
The temperament of this flower is like Han Qianling.
When the two were separated when they were young, Han Qianling set up the Shenxue Palace in the north, and he named Shenxue Palace Master. In fact, he also acquiesced that Deep Snow was the flower of love between the two of them.
Han Qianling's gaze stayed on Luo Jiujiang's chin, and his eyes were mysterious. It was not good whether he was looking at the little flower carved from an apple or at Luo Jiujiang's wet lips. For some reason, this flower always made him feel a little familiar.
After a while, he said slowly, "I want this one."
"The ribs soup is almost ready. Let's eat first." Luo Jiujiang asked for his opinion, "I will carve a piece of cake for you after dinner?"
"Ok."

After Luo Jiujiang's live broadcast room was closed, about ten minutes later, watching the anchor really didn't mean to restart the broadcast, and the audience gathered here slowly dispersed.
There are only a few people staying in the live broadcast room. On the one hand, they want to squat to see if the anchor will show up; on the other hand, they have reached a preliminary sand sculpture affection with each other.
Anyway, removing the anchor station in the barrage is definitely the safest topic.
So now, the man who can let the anchor Guan Live, who has always been promised on time, has an unpredictable identity all the way, from anchor enemy to anchor father to anchor friend...
Luo Jiujiang's crimes went from stealing people’s pot and chopsticks to stealing people’s hearts along the way.
It has to be said that although contemporary netizens are all in vain and fear of death, they have achieved the highest level of practice in the skill of big prophecy. Very capable of seeing the essence through things.
God rewards hard work, just as some netizens used Luo Jiujiang's live broadcast room as a chat room, Luo Jiujiang's live broadcast suddenly lit up.
Many viewers who moved to other videos were also reminded by Luo Jiujiang to start broadcasting.
Huh, the anchor is back?
Why did it disappear for so long, and which rabbit hole did it fall into?
Someone slowly took a place in the live broadcast room in Jiujiang, Kailuo, and found that the finished lotus root ribs soup had been stewed in a casserole and poured into a white porcelain bowl.
Look at the overcooked and melted pork ribs, glutinous flour, delicious lotus roots, and the clear soup, only a couple of oil stars floating on the soup...
Ah they are so hungry!
Luo Jiujiang smiled and spoke to the live camera: "As you can see, our lunch is ready for today. Of course, I will be cooking two vegetarian dishes later..."
When he said this, he didn't know what was heard, he paused very obviously, and then he glanced towards the living room.
"So just like what we did before, you can also make a delicious lotus root rib soup with basic ingredients, basic knife skills, and patient stew."
I don't know if it was an illusion by the audience. After Luo Jiujiang turned his face back, his speech speed seemed to have accelerated.
"Then everyone already knows how to make this dish, so you can cheer yourself up. Today's noon live broadcast is here. I'm going to have lunch, bye."
Swish, the screen in the live room went black again.
Audiences:"……"
The audience was shocked, the audience was lost, the audience was boiling.
How can you say "I'm going to lunch" and then shut it down?
Brother, do you remember what your job does?
You are a eater!
Judging from the superb knife work, ingenious cooking skills, and handsome appearance, their audience has acquiesced to the anchor to change the way, turning the style of eating and eating into cooking.
But do you remember that after you cooked the food, you would have eaten it in front of us? Big brother, look at your career squarely. Haven't you always been a eater?
And look at what you said without conscience-are our audience friends missing recipes? What we lack is your standard "basic ingredients" and "basic knife skills"!
It was turned off twice in one day, and the audience was angry.
Many viewers who received the start-up prompt eagerly wanted to take a look at the ribs and lotus root soup, only to see the black screen.
-"Where is the anchor?" They asked?
-"The anchor ran away with the wild man." Someone answered coldly.
Website live broadcast website live broadcast, the anchor live broadcast room is closed! The ribs and lotus root soup live studio closed down! The bastard anchor, you are not you, you are not you, you are not human, cut and cut to attract a group of audience old iron, and then run with the wild man!
Yaoshou, they haven't seen the pork rib soup!

On the other end of the live broadcast, the anchor who has no conscience and runs away with wild men is eating and eating.
Mr. Lin went to live in his old friend's house temporarily and didn't come back for about half a month. Every day, I just send Luo Jiujiang recipes every day, and then check his cooking progress from the pictures and live broadcast.
So in other words, there are only two people in the family, Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling.
They gradually talked about why Han Qianling would knock on Luo Jiujiang's house that day.
Han Qianling did not shy away from this: "Do you know a jade mine? I bought a new mine nearby."
This time he came here to investigate the specific conditions of the mine. He just didn't expect the assistant to open the incident, and the time was not calculated. The headquarters assistant called and booked the hotel, which would take three hours to get there.
If it were in the past, not to mention another three-hour bus ride back to the city in the afternoon, or three hours in the middle of the night, Han Qianling would not change his established plan.
However, he passed by the town, passing by the door of Luo Jiujiang, and smelled the aroma of braised pork.
Both legs can't be moved at once.
"Jade mine?" Luo Jiujiang doesn't understand jade, but he doesn't know much about the jade produced in this kind of scarce spiritual energy. His concept is generally only Lingquan Xin jade or Wannian Han jade.
But it doesn't matter. Luo Jiujiang quickly obtained a bunch of world data by squeezing the system, and then read the data carefully.
"Right now in Yuli, jadeite is more valuable. Especially the Laokeng glass and the emperor green?"
While reading about those varieties, Luo Jiujiang murmured in his heart: What are these? Doesn't it sound like Yanxinhuoyu is valuable?
The system silently told him: [Host, your jade doesn't sound valuable, it's secondary. ]
Han Qianling didn't mind Luo Jiujiang's layman, and he himself was not a person who entangled these jade varieties.
"They are all fried, and jade jewelry is a market made by artificial concepts." Han Qianling picked a piece of minced garlic with his chopsticks and casually shared science with Luo Jiujiang.
"Luxury itself is a concept that has been artificially marketed. The so-called'diamonds are forever' and the necessary wedding diamond rings by hand are only things that happened a hundred years ago. The jade market was stable ten years ago, but it is now flooded. With all kinds of goods, shill prices and huge profits..."
"The most valuable part of the market now is indeed jade, but in the next ten years, I don't think jade is worthy of being beautiful." Han Qianling said leisurely.
"I like the yellow color of that jade mine, the color of the Ninth Five-Year Lord of the ancient empires in the Far East, and the well-deserved imperial jade... Whether it is in the country or in the West, it will have a good intention." Han Qianling's brows slightly raised Picked, there was a sense of vigor on his face that he was holding a winning ticket, obviously thinking of the topaz mine he had bought newly.
He suddenly remembered something, and suddenly stretched his hand to the inner pocket of his suit.
"By the way, the last time I went to the mine, they gave this to me." In Han Qianling's palm, there was a bright yellow pharmacist Liuliguangwang Buddha. Its size was no more than a thumb, but the Buddha statue stood high on the lotus seat. Solemn and crystal clear, there is an exquisite Buddha statue.
He pushed the Buddha in the direction of Luo Jiujiang: "It is said that Medicine Master Buddha is also known as the'Great Doctor King', prolonging life, living dead flesh and bones... I am already very healthy, and I don't really need this blessing."
"But you..." Han Qianling's eyes condensed on Luo Jiujiang's shoulders, and he sighed sincerely, "You are too thin."
His emotions, regrets, and even almost loving eyes flashed across Luo Jiujiang's thin face.
However, I don't know if it is an illusion, Han Qianling actually felt that when Luo Jiujiang, who was on the opposite side, raised his eyes to look back at him, the emotion in his eyes turned out to be the same as his own.
Luo Jiujiang was very heartbroken to express his emotions to the system: [Qianling actually said that he was healthy enough...He was too patient, did he always keep his illness from others? ]
[I think. ] The system said indifferently, [Both of you have too thick filters, which makes you look like two blind men when you meet each other. ]