The birthday boy still did not forget to comfort Song Zhiyuan.
“Jing Mo is joking me on purpose.” Song Zhiyuan’s sad face gradually stretched out.
The kitchen is in a mess now.
The cake was fried to pieces, with cake residue sticking to the cabinet. The casserole used to stew braised pork on the gas stove cracked into three pieces, and the braised pork inside had been burned into coal.
Only the old duck soup still survives, and it still steams when it turns off the heat.
“I’ll clean up the kitchen.” Song Zhiyuan brought the trash can and was about to take the casserole on the gas stove, but was stopped by Shen Jingmo.
“Hot, I’ll deal with it later.”
Shen Jingmo picked up the person horizontally, took it out of the kitchen and placed it on the sofa in the living room, turned on the TV to show, “Yuan Yuan is here for a while, and I’ll deal with the rest.”
Shen Jingmo hugged Song Zhiyuan into his arms, his two beating hearts close, which made him feel inexplicably safe, and said in a low voice, “Yuan Yuan, with you by my side, God is the biggest birthday gift for me.
Yuan Yuan can be healthy and happy, and it is the best gift for Yuan Yuan to give me.”
Song Zhiyuan’s heart was slightly suffocated, hugged Shen Jingmo’s shoulders and neck, and took the initiative to come forward and print a kiss.
Shen Jingmo rubbed her long hair scattered on her shoulders, then went into the kitchen to clean up with Song Zhiwei.
There were traces of cake everywhere, and the two of them wrapped the braised pork and casserole on the stove and put it in the trash can.
Also wipe the kitchen up and down to clearly see the signs of the cake collapse, but the oven is completely broken.
Song Zhiyuan’s cooking is not only dangerous, but also has great losses.
It was already very late for the two of them to clean the kitchen.
The dish Song Zhiyuan made was only one old duck soup.
She made the kitchen as hard as the battlefield, so she couldn’t cook. Song Zhiyuan ordered a table of food and cakes.
When the two came out of the kitchen, the meal and cake they ordered happened to be delivered.
Song Zhiwei brought the old duck soup made by Song Zhiyuan to the dining table.
The micro pressure cooker was opened, and a strong fragrance came to my face. “Fortunately, the old duck soup was not burned.”
Song Zhiyuan stood up and helped Shen Jingmo serve a bowl first. “Jingmo tastes, how does it taste like I made.”
“Thank you Yuanyuan for your birthday gift.” Shen Jingmo took the old duck soup handed to Song Zhiyuan with a doting smile.
Shen Jingmo leaned over to his nose and sniffed it, “It smells very good, it will definitely not be bad.”
“Then try it quickly, my sister stewed it for an afternoon.” Song Zhiwei’s eyes were looking forward to Shen Jingmo.
Shen Jingmo held the bowl and fell to his mouth and took a sip.
The duck was not blanched, even if other ingredients were added, it was not allowed to remove the soup.The fishy smell is not added, and the taste is more light and the fishy smell is heavier.
Song Zhiyuan’s eyebrows were curling and his eyes were looking forward to asking, “How is it taste?”
“It’s really rare that Yuan Yuan cooks so delicious for the first time. It’s just that the open fire in the kitchen is too dangerous. Yuan Yuan should not go into the kitchen in the future. If he hurts himself, I will feel distressed.” Shen Jingmo poured a bowl of old duck soup into a big mouthful. “It’s good if you like it. Do I want me to serve you another bowl? There are still many more.”
Shen Jingmo naturally sent the bowl over.