Chapter 225: Wanting face? Can you eat sister-in-law's cooking if you want face?

Chen Xun obediently set the table and went to scoop the vermicelli into the plate, only then feeling the chill of the water.

He had just assumed his wife was using warm water, never expecting it to be cold water.

"Don't touch cold things in the future; leave them for me to handle," Chen Xun said with a straight face, speaking seriously to An Yinan.

An Yinan said helplessly, "I didn't; only the frozen tofu was in cold water, the other dried vegetables were in warm water, and this vermicelli was already soaked in hot water before being put in cold water to chill."

"That still won't do; you are not allowed to touch cold water from now on, remember?" Chen Xun instructed carefully.

His mother had said that if a girl touches too much cold water, she will develop ailments later on.

He was too busy and could look after too little.

Seeing how earnest and serious he was, An Yinan had no choice but to nod quickly, "Alright, I'll let you handle all the cold things from now on."

Hearing his wife's promise, Chen Xun finally relaxed his tightly furrowed brow, though his pursed lips remained as serious as ever.

An Yinan walked to his side, and at an angle where the other two couldn't see, she hooked her finger around his hand and pouted her lips, looking pitiful.

The moment Chen Xun saw her like this, he truly had no temper left at all.

"Remember that," Chen Xun made a final struggle.

An Yinan nodded quickly, like a chick pecking at rice...

What could he do? Chen Xun sighed; he would just have to keep a closer eye on her in the future.

The items were ready, and An Yinan introduced, "It's mutton hot pot; you can clip the meat slices into the pot, count for three to five seconds, take them out, dip them in the sauce, and you can eat them directly."

"Over here, I've prepared sesame paste, crushed peanuts, chopped cilantro, chopped green onions, chive blossoms, and garlic juice. Oh, right, if you want to eat peanut butter, you can scoop it here," An Yinan patted her forehead and brought over a jar of peanut butter from elsewhere.

She had made this back in Quanshui Village, and later, under various pretexts, she took it out from her space to use.

"Mix your own preferred flavor," after An Yinan finished introducing it, she mixed a bowl for herself, then sat by the stove, waiting for those three to mix their dipping sauces.

Chen Xun was quick; he basically copied An Yinan's method for all the dipping sauces.

Seeing this, Zhang Qian also started to copy, "Nan Nan, take a look at what I put in; what other seasonings do I need to add?"

"Add a little bit of garlic juice; it's super fragrant," An Yinan glanced over and said.

Zhang Qian obediently went to add a bit of garlic juice. He wasn't good at cooking, but he knew who cooked well!

Unlike some fool who was still experimenting on his own right now!

Qin Hao didn't pay attention to the others; instead, he put a little bit of everything in, mixed it in the bowl, and then sniffed the scent.

"I think my mix is super fragrant," Qin Hao walked back, looking smug.

He was met with the expression of Zhang Qian looking at a fool!

Qin Hao glared at him indignantly, "What kind of expression is that? Hurry up and take it back! Do you still want to be brothers or not?"

Zhang Qian couldn't be bothered with him; he counted the seconds in his heart, and when the time was up, he clipped the mutton slices out, placed them into the bowl of dipping sauce, and after coating them, he put the meat into his mouth.

"Hoo hoo hoo~" It was too hot, and he couldn't help but blow on it.

When the temperature of the meat slice was right, he chewed it carefully, and the taste—"Fragrant!"

One word was enough to summarize everything!

Because he no longer had the time to say anything else...

Qin Hao put the meat in, counted the seconds, clipped it out, put it into the dipping sauce, and nodded with satisfaction, "My dipping sauce is so fragrant!"

His proud expression made Zhang Qian look over in doubt; could it really be fragrant?

"Let me try," Zhang Qian didn't stand on ceremony; he happened to put the blanched frozen tofu into his bowl, then picked it up and put it in his mouth.

At first, he could taste the fragrance of the sesame paste, but later...

Let's just say, these were all good things, so how could it have such a bizarre taste?

Qin Hao watched his constantly changing expression, from anticipation to confusion, and then he clipped a piece of mushroom and put it into Zhang Qian's bowl.

He felt the taste in his mouth and then widened his eyes, "This... I..."

It was too fragrant!

Why were his hands so itchy that he had to go and mix the sauce himself?

Wouldn't it have been better to just obediently follow the master chef? Wouldn't it? Wouldn't it?

Qin Hao looked helplessly at An Yinan, "Sister-in-law."

An Yinan looked at Chen Xun, "Will you help him?"

Chen Xun had followed An Yinan's mix completely just now, and he had seen the proportions of all the seasonings clearly.

Chen Xun looked at Qin Hao with disdain, "Come over."

Qin Hao immediately stood up with a grin, not caring about Chen Xun's look of disdain. Hey! Being disdained, being disdained, he had gotten used to it...

By the time the two of them came back with the prepared sauce, Zhang Qian had already finished half a lid's worth of meat by himself.

"You animal, eat slower!" Qin Hao was anxious; he was supposed to be sharing one lid's worth with Zhang Qian.

Zhang Qian didn't care about him and continued to drop meat slices in one by one. An Yinan found the sight of the two of them extremely amusing.

The meal could be described as a delight for both host and guests.

In the end, An Yinan and the others still had some vegetables and meat left. An Yinan put them all in, poured the mixed sauce over them, and dug some peanuts out of the cupboard, putting them into a clean large tea mug.

"In a while, send this over to the dormitory? I made some corn cakes earlier, and they're keeping warm in the pot. You take them over together and let those little Comrades have an extra meal," An Yinan nudged Chen Xun with her arm.

Although there wasn't much left of the vegetables, there were plenty of cakes. She called them cornmeal cakes, but she had only put in a little bit of cornmeal, using mostly white flour and a quarter millet flour. The resulting cakes were fragrant and soft, with no grainy texture at all.

"Sister-in-law, I want some too," Qin Hao had gotten familiar, and he no longer had his initial reserve.

Zhang Qian glanced at him sideways, "Hey, have some shame."

Qin Hao snorted coldly, "I live so far away, is it easy for me to eat a meal cooked by sister-in-law?"

After thinking about it, he added, "Have some shame? If I had shame, would I be able to eat sister-in-law's cooking?"

Everyone in the room was speechless for a moment.

In the end, An Yinan still packed three cornmeal flatbreads for him, "I don't know if you can heat them up over there, but you can't eat these cold. If you want more, come back again later."

Qin Hao nodded sycophantically in a hurry, completely lacking the self-awareness of being the face of the Northeast Military Region Hospital.

That's right, at the Military District Hospital, he was the face.

After all, given his age and the fact that he was a bachelor, he could be described as a target watched by single female doctors and nurses.

"Your hospital staff really should come and see what you look like right now!" Zhang Qian shook his head, wearing an expression of someone beyond saving.

Qin Hao didn't care about him now; he packed some peanuts, stuffed the three cornmeal flatbreads into the oil-paper bag An Yinan handed over, got on his bicycle, and rode away.

Who was envious? He wouldn't say...

Zhang Qian pointed at his retreating figure, but in the end, said nothing.