"What, is it really bad?" Faced with Yun Hu'an's disgusting tone, Song Yingsheng was a little embarrassed, and then served a bowl for himself to taste it.

After entering the mouth, the porridge water rolled into Song Yingsheng's throat. He showed a sad expression, continued to taste it, and then forced a smile and said, "Isn't it okay?"

"It's just okay." Yun Hu'an couldn't help laughing, "Brother Yingsheng, isn't you just a simple rice + water + ingredients like this? This is not delicious porridge."

"Then how do you think you want to cook?" Song Yingsheng, who put down the bowl, asked.

"Well... tomorrow, I'll cook it for you once tomorrow." As he said it was not delicious, Yun Hu'an obediently drank all his bowl. After all, this was cooked by Song Yingsheng. "You might as well think about how to deal with the cooked things."

"Uh...I'll finish it myself..." In the spirit of self-inflicting, Song Yingsheng picked up the rice cooker and started eating it in big mouthfuls.

He swallowed every bite so that he could try not to taste the taste. To be honest, it was not considered unpalatable. It was just that eating it would not be a lot of appetite. It was the kind that could feed people but not satisfy people.

Yun Huan watched all this from the side, and couldn't help but part a little bit, helping Song Yingsheng solve the food himself.

You know, this is a virtue. As the old saying goes, who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard, and two people can be regarded as such. There is no waste of food and no need to fall into the twelfth level of hell.

After eating the porridge, the two of them lay on the chair. Yun Hu'an seemed to be fine, so Song Yingsheng consciously walked to wash the dishes.

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August 6, 2020, morning.

Yesterday, Song Yingsheng stayed at the Yun family for a while after taking care of Yun Hu'an.

This is mainly because when Yun's father, Mica, came back, he was not too surprised to see him here. Instead, he invited him to continue to be a guest and have a dinner together. Song Yingsheng was naturally accompanying him to taste the delicious food made by Mica.

After dinner, he played chess time with Yun's father. This time, Yun's father still did not improve. Song Yingsheng reluctantly lost two games and won two games himself, creating a situation of "you come and go". The fight made Yun's father still not satisfied and just wanted to play chess again.

Unfortunately, with Mica's call, Yun's father could only put away the chessboard in shame. However, it can be seen that when he looked at Song Yingsheng's gaze, he seemed to have changed from suspicion at the beginning to the insensibility later, to the belief at the moment, which made Yun Hu'an, who saw all this, couldn't help but laugh a few times.

As for Song Yingsheng, he didn't feel anything, maybe he was more tired. After all, it would be difficult to lose without losing water. If Mica hadn't stopped, he wouldn't be able to go back. It was considered to have saved brain cells. After going back, he fell asleep quickly and woke up in the morning.

As always, he went to the bathroom first. It was nine o'clock in the morning. The physiological clock that was conditioned by Yun Huan had already made him remember this time. He washed his face and waved his hands, indicating that he did not want to experience a copy of the bathroom today, and the system prompts disappeared directly.

Next, Song Yingsheng changed his shirt and trousers, walked out of the house, rang the doorbell, and saw Yun Huan who was cooking there wearing an apron and a home clothes.

That's right, this is the time to cook breakfast. She was wearing pink and wearing a bear-patterned apron embroidered on it. She was cooking the porridge she wanted to eat in the morning. Based on her trust in Yun Hu'an's cooking skills, Song Yingsheng said that it was worth the wait, and immediately sat at the dining table, playing with her mobile phone with peace of mind.

The phone showed recent news, which said that the museum could be reopened after repairs, so Song Yingsheng naturally wanted to ask whether to go again. After receiving a positive reply, he happily waved his arm and said that he could finally pass the Dunkirk copy.

If you don't remember the plot very much, it was probably because Song Yingsheng fled all the way to Dunkirk, but was unfortunately killed by a bomber.

But in fact, as long as he is not killed by the bomb and survives, it should be easier to pass the level, because according to the historical process, a large number of citizens who will not set off will come to pick up their heroes home. As long as Song Yingsheng can get on the boat, he will definitely be able to escape to Britain.

However, this cannot be said to be certain. Who knows whether there will be any accidents at that time? Song Yingsheng can only adapt to the situation and see what strategies can be used.

When the picture returned to the Yun family, Yun Hu'an didn't cook much, only three small bowls, two bowls were given to Song Yingsheng, and one bowl was eaten by himself.

Next to the bowl, there were two cups of skim milk. It was probably because Yun Huan wanted to grow taller (Song Yingsheng guessed), and he was preparing there. The girl was only fifteen years old and was a little over 1.6 meters tall, and she could always grow. Although Song Yingsheng has not thought she had grown too tall in the past three years.

As for the inside of the bowl, the protagonist of this meal, it is the pork porridge with peeled eggs. The two people from Guangdong obviously do not dislike the stuff like peeled eggs, and even regard it as a delicacy. Judging from the fragrance, Song Yingsheng can feel the difference. At least in terms of appearance, Yun Hu'an's porridge can beat him to cook it.

What about the taste? No matter how good the thing looks, it is useless without connotation. Just like a company that is powerful, it is fine. As long as it kneels down at the speed of light when facing outsiders, it is destined to be despised by others. This logic is quite normal. Song Yingshengnai picked up the spoon and tasted it gently.

"!"

After Song Yingsheng took a sip, he did not speak, but took another sip.

He always felt that he was not drinking, but porridge water flowed into his mouth.

Simply put, after entering the mouth, I just want people to keep tasting it. Under the simple porridge water, there is a slightly salty taste of the peeled eggs and the fresh sweetness brought by lean meat. The whole porridge tastes become more and more intense and penetrates into Song Yingsheng's tongue. I believe that people who don't like to eat white porridge will try again and again.

At least Song Yingsheng had a great time eating, so he was still unsatisfied after drinking these two bowls, so he only said one sentence:

"Xiao Huan, it's really a waste if you don't go to be a chef."

"Don't be stupid." Although Yun Huan was happy because of this appreciation, he still knew his strength very well. "The chef will definitely cook better than me, and, do you want to see me working in the oil smoke all the time?"

"You don't have to be a smoker. It's great if you just act like a little chef like this." Song Yingsheng, after eating the lean meat porridge of eggs, took the initiative to clean up the dishes and slipped to wash the dishes.
Chapter completed!