sweet heroine

Bourbon said a lot of things to me mysteriously, and then let me go to rest. At night, I thought we were going out for dinner, but I didn't expect this man to carry a big bag of vegetables, meat, knives, The kitchen utensils, which seem to weigh at least a few kilograms, came to my house in such a mighty way...

I was shocked at the time, and asked stammeringly, "Bourbon, what are you going to do?"

The other party easily put a stack of pots on the kitchen table, smiled and said to me, "Doctor, what do you want to eat tonight?"

"Hey... Bourbon..." I couldn't help but help him take the dishes, and then asked in a low voice, "Can you cook?"

"Yeah." The black-skinned young man showed a very confident smile, "I'm still very confident in this aspect, so... oh..." The other party looked like he remembered, and then dug out a bottle from a tall plastic bag. The yogurt was handed to me. I stared at the plain Meiji yogurt in front of me with wide eyes, and asked in surprise, "Did you buy it for me?"

Bobon said to me thoughtfully, "Hey, I bought it casually, I don't know if it suits the doctor's taste."

I was grateful when I took the yogurt, "I didn't expect Bourbon, you really are..."

The other party smiled, his blue eyes were more beautiful than before, then he rolled up his sleeves and asked me. "What does the doctor want to eat?"

I pondered for a moment, and said from the bottom of my heart, "Meat..."

Bourbon: "..."

He couldn't help laughing again, paused with the hands that lifted his sleeves, and continued to ask naturally, "What meat?"

"It's just meat." I looked at him honestly, and Bourbon nodded, "Understood, can the doctor help me?"

"Do you wash the vegetables?"

"Hmm..." Bourbon nodded to me with difficulty, "This is one of them."

can i cookOf course I don't know how to cook anymore, I don't even wash the dishes at home, and it was all done by ghost translators in the past!Dazai and I don't even fire. To be honest, the question of bourbon makes me feel instinctively dangerous. I feel that maybe housework is beckoning to me.

I added dryly, "The washing is not very good..."

Bourbon was silent again. The blond young man who was wearing an apron turned his back and asked casually while tidying up the kitchen table, "Does the doctor do anything else besides washing vegetables?"

I feel a kind of humiliation, a man actually asked me a woman, what else do you do in the kitchen besides washing vegetables.I felt a subtle humiliation, but after thinking about it for a long time, I said aggrievedly, "Eat."

Bourbon: "..."

The man who was about to raise the knife and put it on was silent again. He paused and then smiled and said to me, "The doctor should go out and wait."

I hypocritically shied away, and said as I walked out, "This is not good."

After Bourbon glanced at me, he couldn't help laughing, "Doctor, go and wait, I will call you when we eat."

Well, Bourbon is such a nice guy.

So I went out and waited, watching a TV series while waiting to eat, I had a weird feeling, this unprecedented feeling of waiting to eat... so familiar.

When Bourbon said the meal was ready, I went to help Bourbon serve the rice. Bourbon brought out the dishes and put them on the table. The two of us sat at the same table and ate together. On the table were typical Japanese dishes, fish and Miso soup, he said to me with some embarrassment, "I'm sorry, doctor, because I don't like eating outside food very much."

I stared blankly at the fish on the table...

"And the doctor must be very tired when he comes back for the first time." He smiled, very gentle, my God, did I describe him as gentle just now?Maybe cooking will give him a bonus, so that even his temperament will change in front of me. He continued to smile at me with his chopsticks, "So this time we will eat at home now."

I'm still staring blankly at the fish on the table...

I feel a strange light emitting from the bottom of the fish's eyes...

Bourbon looked at me in a daze, and then asked, "What's wrong?"

I came back to my senses, shook my head and looked at him sincerely, and quickly said to him, "No, I just think Bourbon is working hard, thank you so much."

Appropriate appearance is a compliment to the breeder, don't worry about whether it is well done or not, anyway, let's talk about it first.

Bourbon was stunned again, his blue eyes shimmering under the light, he paused for a moment with his hand holding the chopsticks, and then he said to me, "Doctor, eat quickly, it will be cold later .”

I hummed, then picked up the chopsticks a bit difficult, in fact, I do not particularly like to eat fish, so sad.

Unwilling, I couldn't help asking in a low voice, "Bourbon, is this meat?"

Bourbon looked at me suspiciously and asked, "What's wrong? Is it fish?"

Woohoo, this is not meat, this is fish you liar.

But the other party is a man who washes vegetables and cooks, I think I still have to be patient, so I gave him half of the fish, and said to him thoughtfully, "Eat more."

Bourbon: "..."

The first mouthful I wanted to give him the rest of the fish, it was sweet... shit.

Although it is delicious, it is sweet, it is sweet, I am so bitter.

Bourbon smiled and said to me, "In order to eliminate the fishy smell, I put a lot of sugar and miso powder. The doctor will see if it suits the taste."

"...it fits well." I silently ate sweet fish with tears in my eyes. I am from Sichuan and not from Shanghai. I hate eating sweet fish.

The other party looked at me very keenly, "The taste...isn't it right?"

I couldn't help but compare the gin and feed me burgers, I think it's okay.

"The doctor...is really not Japanese." The other party said with emotion, "I thought the doctor would like it very much."

I couldn't help but round my eyes this time, this is too much!

You actually insulted a Sichuanese is a sweet mouth, spicy tofu nao warning.

But it’s not easy for people to cook. It’s delicious but not to my taste. I think about it. If I cook for my ex-boyfriend but he tells me it’s not good, I’ll definitely... blow him up head of.

So I said to the bourbon very considerately, "No, it's delicious, but I may be more sensitive to sugar, it would be better if there is less sugar next time." Woohoo, thank you for adding more chili.

Bourbon was stunned again, and then said, "Got it."

Anyway, I wasn’t very hungry. I was still thinking about jet lag just after getting off the plane, so I didn’t have any appetite, so I simply ate two bites and gave up. Bourbon looked at me and said in a low voice, “Isn’t it really up to your appetite?”

I looked at him and couldn't help but say, "Is it so obvious?"

"Well... because I am still very confident in cooking."

Who gives you confidence, although it does taste good.

It's over, Bourbon is a sweet party, I am a salty party, we may have no future...

Wronged……

After I finished eating, I started to help Bourbon clean up, making up my mind to buy a dishwasher tomorrow...

Bourbon sighed, "Doctor, I'm sorry, I didn't expect you not to like it."

I can't say I like sweets, sorry!

I held back for a long time and said, "...It's delicious, but I don't like sweet things very much."

After thinking about it, I couldn't help but add, "It's okay if it's too salty, and it's okay if it's spicy."

The other party was silent for a while. The arms of the man who was washing the dishes were covered with foam. The contrast between the white foam and the somewhat darker complexion was very obvious. The waist-tight apron made this mysterious man in the organization more tender.

You ask what am I doing?I pass him the plate...

"Hey... so what country is the doctor from?"

"Hey!?" I looked at him suspiciously, and Bourbon showed me a very friendly smile again, "Because I want to cook a recipe, I really hope to make a dish that the doctor likes."

This... how embarrassing.

I blushed a little, the breeder really moved me so hard, I couldn't help but praise him, "Everything you make is super delicious, I'm not picky eaters!"

"I'm so touched by the food...it's the kind of light that pops out when you open the plate." In order to praise him, I racked my brains and started to brag, "Bourbon, you are so amazing, everything is really delicious." Shit, It's too sweet to eat.

I don't know why Bourbon's smile is a little stiff.

"Doctor...you didn't even finish half a fish just now."

"I'm sorry..." I couldn't help apologizing, and carefully looked at the cook who was hurt by me, "Is it too obvious?"

"Yes, very obviously."

"...It's sweet." I handed him the plate and said aggrievedly, "I can't help it." And it's not meat, you devil.

Bourbon sighed helplessly, not knowing what was going on.

Then after washing the dishes, Bourbon rubbed his stomach, and said casually to me, "I've eaten too much."

Damn... just eat more fish for half a day or eat too much fish if you cook it yourself, are you still a man?What a piece of crap.

My ex-boyfriend used to have no problem eating more of me, bourbon is so delicate.

I thought so in my heart, but I still asked with concern on my face, "Are you okay?"

"Well, so the doctor should tell me quickly..." The other person showed me a coquettish expression, "Which country's food do you like to eat?"

I looked at the way he was holding his stomach, and thought about how it is not easy for Bourbon to act like a baby to me at this age, but am I the kind of woman who will be moved by a man who is not a boyfriend?

It's okay... I was touched for the sake of my face.

I stood up and under the suspicious eyes of the other party, pulled down the refrigerator and took out the plain yogurt that the other party bought for me just now, and handed it to him. "If you feel uncomfortable, you should drink it..."

Bourbon was completely stunned at the time, he looked at me and then at the yogurt in my hand, "Doctor...you..."

I thought about it and felt very unwilling. I gave him really super delicious yogurt...

It's enough to eat so much...

Looking at the yogurt for the last time, I reluctantly said to him, "Drink it..."

After finishing speaking, he stuffed it into his hand, then bit his lips thinking about the other party's appetite, and added unwillingly, "No... If you can't drink it, you can leave me a half box."

I looked at him and said very seriously, "I don't dislike it."

Then I thought about it again and felt disgusted, and then added, "Bourbon, why don't you drink from a cup and pour as much as you want."

The bourbon holding the yogurt looked at me in surprise, then looked down at the yogurt.

Then he looked at me and suddenly smiled, the black-skinned, blond-haired, blue-eyed young man rubbed his head helplessly, "Hey...it's really a headache."