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“And once in a while, I’d like to get a little dirty.”

These words were like a bomb that blew her to pieces. For her, meat eating and drinking was just a big bowl of meat and wine, with no second meaning. But for the man in front of her she wouldn’t be so innocent as to think that his so-called meat eating was the same as she thought it was, even if he did mean the dietary kind of meat. At a time as bizarre as this, whether the meat he wanted to eat was this meat or that meat – it wasn’t good!

She tried her best to egg-butt it on and skin her face, “No, no, Mr. Shan, I think it would be better for you to continue with your good healthy eating habits and be a vegetarian from day one.”

His face finally left her some, the corners of his eyes slightly upward, with a trace of teasing, “Oh, will not be nutritionally unbalanced?”

“No, low carbon society, promote environmental protection, vegetarianism is best.” She still had the realization that after pulling the rabbit’s tail and not touching it twice to appease it, the possibility of being bitten was high. She squirmed, trying to squeeze out a little space from his oppression, “From today onwards I will seriously follow the rules here, forbidding meat and fish. Even if I get the chance to go out, I will never steal food!”

He looked at her face steadily for a few seconds and smiled suddenly, “No more stealing food?”

“Again-” Her eyes popped open and the door panel gave a dull thud. He captured her lips almost effortlessly, pinning her firmly in place, his long, strong fingers slithering like snakes into the tight clasp of her hair. He captured her warmth without restraint, hooking and tangling her softness even between breaths. The authoritarian grip was so strong that she couldn’t even breathe freely, her eyes slowly blurring as if covered in watery mist.

She had experienced what it felt like to die, to wrap the thin wool around her neck and have her body naturally sag under the force of gravity while the blood rushed the opposite way to her head. Tinnitus, blurred vision, inability to breathe, arterial bulging, etc., the lack of oxygen is never pleasant, she only tried once and then no longer dare to take life lightly. But right now, he seemed to be trying to make her relive the feeling of being on the verge of death, or watching, but unable to do anything about it.

She struggled like a madman, her throat emitted a thin and blurred sound, just like a vole cub held by a snake. So strong was her strength that she rawly dislodged her hand from his confinement. Then, fuming, she clawed and tore. But the disparity in strength had long since decided the final outcome, and her resistance grew weak with each passing moment.

Only his movements gradually became gentle, fingers deeply embedded in her hair, palm against her ear tightly covered, as if to isolate her from the world that warm – there is a wonderful and dangerous illusion.

Then, rolling, grinding, breaths meeting and holding, lips foaming wet and sticky as silk.

How to describe this war between a man and a woman? If the opponent uses a sharp sword, it doesn’t stop me from drawing it. If the opponent is a delicate flower, what should I do?

Hold the sword and give it honey.

He let go of her, and exhaled slowly, as if he hadn’t finished yet, but also with the languor of a man who has had enough.

She was gasping for air, clawing gently at the door panel, panting like she’d just run three thousand meters.

“Remember what you said.” His dark eyes lingered on her face for a few seconds, “No more stealing food.”

She leaned against the door panel and slid slowly to a sitting position on the floor in near-disengagement, restraining herself from shivering slightly. She never understood what he was so dead set on confining her around, she wasn’t stupid, she’d seen pigs run through the animal world without ever having eaten pork. Men’s inferiority is nothing more than a few, ordinary men eat, drink, whore, gamble and smoke, senior point of the man will play with wealth and power and beauty. She has no wealth, no power and no power, only a face can look past, what he figure can be imagined. But until now he never really touched her, even if there was like just now almost pressed, but soon he closed his hand. This man had strong mental control, whether it was his emotions or □, he put it in and out as he pleased. Even just now he was staring at her with eyes as greedy and uncontrolled as she was staring at meat. But at the last moment he still calmed down, this kind of powerful mental control I’m afraid she can only look and sigh.

Just, stringing together what was just said, and what he did, could she not understand it like this – as long as she dared to eat meat, he would immediately eat her?

After the battle of the supermarket, she clearly knew that the possibility of mooching and stealing fish under his nose had been completely wiped out. Not to mention the fact that the man’s sensitive nose and treacherous and changeable mind made her unable to fight, the key point was that the consequences of being discovered by him were just too much for her to bear.

But she didn’t give up hope, this plan wouldn’t work, she still had a back up plan.

As a certain gentleman once said, there is no road in the world, but when people walk more, it becomes a road. Now stealing food this road is blocked, but she still has a pair of big feet, stepping on and stepping can also get out of a road.

There is always a way out, it just depends on whether you use it or not.

She recalled some years ago, she once followed her grandmother to go somewhere to worship the Buddha. At noon, the temple prepared a vegetarian feast, although the raw materials are all vegetarian dishes, but the treatment and meat dishes are the same, the taste is very similar. Grandma once said to her, this practice is once some big families to meditate on Buddha can not eat bland fasting, let the private chef to improve the dishes. In this way, it satisfied the appetite, but also achieved the purpose of not touching meat and fish. She also pouted at the time mocked that although not touching the meat and fish, did not break the precepts, but the heart is greatly exceeded the boundary, is simply self-deceiving Buddha.

But now in this extraordinary period of time, do not care what deceives the Buddha or not. Meow meow, now even if there is really a white jade Buddha in front of her, she will automatically substituting it into a piece of barbecue pork buns, first gnawed before. (Amitabha tofu, sin sin sin.)

She pondered and decided to try her hand at vegetarianism. On the one hand, it would be able to plug that pervert’s mouth, and on the other hand, it would be able to appease her own lack of grease in her stomach and intestines.

However, a problem at hand was that she had only eaten vegetarian feasts a few times earlier, and hadn’t actually done it. It was quite a challenge now to try uncooked dishes from memory alone. She tried to remember the dishes she had eaten at that time, simulating the cooking method in her mind, and the more she remembered the vegetarian feasts, the more her mouth watered. She had been eating green vegetables and tofu for three days until today, and she was only allowed to boil and cool them, not to fry or stir-fry them, and she wasn’t even allowed to order sesame oil, so paranoid to the point of being perverted.

He was deliberately screwing her! Just because she ate roast duck, but also want to bring Dongpo meat back to the private collection, so he so intensified torture her.

A table full of dishes with only two raw materials, capers and tofu. Cold mixed capers, boiled capers in clear water, tofu stew, tofu steamed capers, and caper and tofu soup. Gross, three dishes and one soup can be completely poured together as a dish out of the pot, this chestnut and tofu killer, vegetarian magic.

After a whole week of eating a feast of caper and tofu, before her eyes were about to turn green, the rabbit breeder finally came back to the door. Ya Xiao opened the door with a roar and greeted it cheerfully. The rabbit breeder was a bit surprised to see her smiling, from the time he made deliveries until now, every time he saw this woman she looked sick and disheveled, never as refreshed as she was now.

“So, did that thing bring it?” She twisted her fingers in anticipation, “I did call to make sure, did I?”

“Yes there is,” the breeder handed her a clear plastic bag, “the other part wasn’t on the supply list so it’s not available. I’m sorry about that.”

She poked her head in and looked around, and was dismayed to see that it wasn’t even good enough to rub in. But seeing as how at least a few of the items had already been taken, it was barely possible to put something together. Taking advantage of the fact that the man wasn’t at home today, she might as well hurry up and get ready for a good solo meal and hit the ground running!

Drain and chop the soaked wood ear mushrooms and yellow cauliflower, add a little salt and monosodium glutamate (MSG) and mix well as a filling. Pull out a small stack of the wonton wrappers that were delivered to her, scoop up the filling with a small spoon, pinch the tip of her thumb against the crook of her forefinger, and the beautiful vegetarian wontons are ready.

She loves to make wonton dumplings and other things, looking at the thin skin and large filling is very comfortable. When she was a child, she once learned a text in school, what pure meat dumplings ah, full vegetable dumplings ah, and half vegetable half meat dumplings ah, her mouth watering, and went home and pestered her family to make dumplings to eat. At that time, she was still a favorite child, naturally, she could get whatever she wanted. But that happy time didn’t last more than a few years, and then it all changed.

She was stunned for a short while, shook her head, and continued the action in her hands. Taro washed and peeled and rubbed into thin julienne, in the flour with water to make a slightly thick paste, add a little salt, and then cut the taro into thin julienne mixed in and stirred well. Put some oil in a pan, turn the heat down and slowly fry the veggie wontons and taro pancakes.

According to the basic principles of food, vegetarian dishes are fried in meat oil, and meat dishes are fried in vegetarian oil. But considering the man’s sensitive nose, frying things in meat oil was undoubtedly asking for death. Therefore, she was very careful to choose a lighter camellia oil, opened a small fire and slowly fried.

Vegetarian wontons fried until golden brown, taro silk cake fried until light golden color will be able to start the pot. Although the connotation of vegetarian, but changed the cooking method can make her fingers. The wontons are thin-skinned, fried to a crispy spray, and crunchy in the mouth. The fungus and cauliflower fillings were chewy and robust, a perfect match. The taro pancakes were crispy and flavorful, and the garlic vinegar dipped in small pieces made the mouth water.

“This is fantastic,” she chewed contentedly, these fried morsels could be kept at room temperature for a short time, even if they got cold, so it would be nice to steal a few from time to time.

She chomped and slurped and sighed, oblivious to the fact that the door was quietly open ……