It was getting dark gradually, and the last afterglow of the sunset was swallowed by the horizon, leaving only one gorgeous sunset after another.
A group of people carrying a large box of booty returned to the hotel excitedly.
The hotel has a humanized design, with an independent kitchenette and all cooking utensils and spices.
Looking at the booty in the incubator, everyone looked at each other and said, "who will cook it?"
None of these people can cook
Luo Xiaomei resolutely forked his waist and sold Ke Jingheng: "he! He just said he would cook!"
Ke Jingheng's face turned black and nodded helplessly: "well, I'll prepare a big dinner for you tonight. Do you expect it?"
"Fortunately..." the people didn't give much face and shook their heads together. Because they thought of the beef noodle... Paste they cooked together.
But it's better than nothing to eat. After all, the freshness of raw materials is there. It can't be worse.
As a result, the picture becomes like this
"Raspberry and Jingheng, you must need time to get along alone! Let's go back to our room and have a rest first. We can have dinner when we get up!"
With that, the crowd dispersed one after another. In an instant, there were only Ke Jingheng and Luo Xiaomei left in the whole kitchen and living room.
They looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly. This group of people is really enough. At the beginning, I didn't want to give them time to get along alone. When something happens, speak better than sing!
excuse! All excuses! I just don't want to help cook dinner!
Luo Xiaomei patted Ke Jingheng on the shoulder: "it's okay, I'll give you spiritual support, come on!"
Ke Jingheng drew a corner of his mouth: "I thank you..."
Luo Xiaomei nodded: "everyone is so familiar. You're welcome!"
As she spoke, she took a small stool and sat at the kitchen door, dragging her cheeks and looking at him with a pair of big sparkling eyes: "I'm waiting for your delicious fish head soup!"
Ke Jingheng took the biggest fish out of the incubator and threw it into the pool. Then, he raised his kitchen knife and chopped disorderly.
Finally, the fish head was cut off - but it was a blur of flesh and blood.
In the whole process, Luo xiaoberry screamed with her eyes covered - where is fish, it's a real-life horror film.
Ke Jingheng's hand trembled with a kitchen knife, and his face and body were full of blood. His hand is the hand holding the camera - that's the hand of the artist
But I didn't expect that one day, he killed... Fish with these hands!
Luo Xiaomei heard that the kitchen was quiet, so she read the recipe from her mobile phone: "marinate the old wine and salt for ten minutes..."
Ke Jingheng hurriedly followed the recipe and was busy in the kitchen. Half an hour later, Luo raspberry smelled the smell of fish
She couldn't help swallowing. She went into the kitchen and lifted the lid for a look. On the milky white fish soup, there are several scallions, white and tender fish and tofu floating.
"It looks like a good look! It is under my wise guidance that you can achieve this!" She looked at Ke Jingheng with admiring eyes, and then she was stunned
"Your face is full of blood!" She stepped back and looked at him carefully again.
Not only that, his whole body still exudes a fishy smell
"Why, do you dislike me?" Ke Jingheng gave her a sad look. "It's not to satisfy your appetite that I made myself like this. There's no reward... Alas."