Juan Wang and his wife are also acting affectionately today

Chapter 20 has no taste.

Jiang Buwan and Xiang Zhihan bought some fresh vegetables on the way back, Xiang Zhihan carried the basket and said solemnly, "Wanwan, believe me, the dishes I cook today will definitely suit your taste .”

Jiang Buwan smiled and said, "I believe my husband will be able to do it."

Turning his head, Jiang Buwan whispered to Qingruo, "I'll go to Liji to buy some meat buns later."

Xiang Zhihan:. . .

It is not a good thing to feel that your hearing is too good for the first time.

The two had just walked to the door of the house when the neighbor Wang Po came.

"Mrs. Xiang, I heard that you are planning to open a school. Are you looking for a place?"

"Yes."

"Lao Zhang's house is going to be sold, why don't you go and have a look?" Wang Po said, "His house can be changed and used as a school, which is perfect."

Lao Zhang's house is near their medical center. The front hall is Lao Zhang's teahouse, and Lao Zhang's family lives in the backyard.

Jiang Buwan and Xiang Zhihan looked at each other with a smile, this is really sleepy and came to give a pillow.

"Wang Po, thank you for the news, I will go to Lao Zhang to have a look later."

Xiang Zhihan and Qingruo went home to cook, while Jiang Buwan went to Lao Zhang's tea shop.

Because of the relationship between the neighbors, Lao Zhang gave her a lower price than the one she had previously favored, and she happily paid for the house.

Because the front hall is a teahouse, the location is already big enough. She only needs to change some things in the room and arrange them neatly on the desk, and her school will be completed.

As for the backyard, she plans to clear some clutter and make an open space for students to relax after class.

After Jiang Buwan simply looked around the house, he hurried back before the sun set.

As soon as she stepped into the house, Xiao Qingruo pulled her and said, "Miss Wanwan, fortunately I bought the buns back. The dishes Xiang's brother cooks are both sweet and salty, and there is no way to eat them."

Xiao Qingruo recalled the horrible experience just now, she licked her lips and felt a little thirsty again.

Jiang Buwan took a deep breath and asked, "How many dishes did he cook?"

"Three ways."

Jiang Buwan raised his forehead and asked, "Where are the buns? Get me a few to cushion my stomach."

Xiang Zhihan is good at writing prescriptions, and he is good at boiling medicine, but he really doesn't have this talent for cooking.

If you say we don't have this talent, let's forget about it, but Xiang Zhihan doesn't, it seems that he is on the same line as cooking, as long as he is free, he will go into the kitchen to cook.

Of course, Jiang Buwan didn't think that Xiang Zhihan's move was for her.

If it was really for her, then there was only one possibility, that he wanted to poison her to death.

Hearing the movement at the door, Xiang Zhihan came with his hands behind his back, "Wan Wan, come quickly, the food is ready, even Qing Ruo said today's food is delicious."

Jiang Buwan looked at Qingruo upon hearing the words, and Qingruo told her with her eyes that she didn't have the nerve to tell Xiang Zhihan the cruel reality.

Jiang Buwan raised his head, and rushed to Zhihan with a smile, forget it, if Qingruo ate all of it, he would definitely not be able to kill anyone anyway.

"coming."

There were three ordinary-looking dishes on the wooden table. This time, not to mention how attractive its color was, at least it was not like the previous few times where it was either blackened into coals or not cooked at all.

It seems to be progress.

"Did your husband make this?" Jiang Buwan praised, "It looks pretty good."

As Jiang Buwan said, he stretched his chopsticks towards the scrambled eggs with tomatoes that would never go wrong no matter how they were fried.

She took a bite of the bright yellow egg and put it into her mouth, the pungent and strong salty taste spread in her mouth, almost sending her away in place.

She couldn't hold back and spit it out, Qing Ruo very presciently handed over a glass of water.

Jiang Buwan quickly took the teacup and downed it in one gulp. She drank three cups of water in a row to get rid of the salty taste in her mouth.

Jiang Buwan pointed to this plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, which seemed plain but salty, "Husband, did you taste it yourself when you made it?"

Damn, this guy doesn't want to salt her to death, does he?

"I've tasted it." Xiang Zhihan put a bite of scrambled eggs into his mouth with another pair of chopsticks with an innocent face, and said, "I think the taste is normal."

He looked as usual, and asked with puzzled eyes: "Wan Wan, is there something wrong with this dish?"

"Don't you think he's salty??!"

Good guy, no wonder Xiang Zhihan has been unable to cook well. The uncooked or cooked ingredients helped him cover up a fatal fact. Does this guy have no sense of taste? !
"Salty?" Xiang Zhihan slammed the hand holding the dish, and there was nothing wrong with the taste of the dish in his mouth.

Seeing this, Qing Ruo took advantage of the situation and gave Xiang Zhihan a piece of potato.

"Brother Xiang, where's this potato?" Qing Ruo asked, "Do you think it's sweet?"

"Sweet?" Xiang Zhihan swallowed the potatoes and replied, "Aren't they the same taste?"

Whether it is eggs or potatoes, he has the same taste, the only difference is that the potatoes are soft and the eggs are soft.

Jiang Buwan said seriously, "Husband, from now on, our family should buy and eat outside."

"You're not fit to cook."

Qing Ruo clenched her small fists and said, "I can cook. I used to cook for my family when I was at home."

Jiang Buwan looked at Qing Ruo who was not as tall as the stove, shook his head and said, "Let's wait until you grow up."

"Why?" Xiang Zhihan looked puzzled. In his world, if he didn't do well once, he would do it the second time, or the third time, and one day he could do it very well.

"Husband, haven't you noticed that you have no sense of taste?"

Xiang Zhihan was taken aback when he heard the words, he remembered in a trance that he had never eaten food since he formed the alchemy and bigu.

So before he came to the mortal world, the sense of taste was dispensable.

And after he came to the mortal world, he never cared about his appetite, he always thought that food was like this.

Xiang Zhihan recalled an old incident. At that time, he had just entered the sect and had not yet established a foundation, so he was thinking about how to cultivate every day.

He saves time for eating and drinking.

At that time, he ate a lot of bigu pills, and everything he ate afterwards tasted like bigu pills, but he didn't care at that time.

Eating too much Zhujidan will affect the taste.

He looked at the three dishes of different colors on the table, put down his chopsticks, and said, "I've never noticed this before."

There was an apologetic smile on his face, "I'm sorry, it's hard for you to eat my dishes."

Jiang Buwan also cultivated step by step from a low-level monk, how could she not know how Xiang Zhihan's sense of taste was lacking.

She sighed softly, shook Xiang Zhihan's hand, and said, "Let's go, I successfully bought Lao Zhang's house today. As a celebration, I invite you to Laifulou to eat."

Qingruo is a child after all, when he heard that there are elbows to eat, he immediately became happy, "Yeah, the elbows in Laifulou are delicious!"

(End of this chapter)