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How bad can a man be to get the level of death by a thousand cuts?

Each person’s definition of the standard is different, such as refusing the young girl’s confession after the world complacent, such as sleeping with a close friend’s girlfriend or slept with a close friend’s boyfriend, or in the very good girlfriends to play between the legs of a foot in two boats, there are also dumped his wife and children to focus on their own with a small third of the sweet and happy, and so on and so forth. For different victims, these men are not enough to die by a thousand cuts, they are all qualified to be fried in a frying pan.

And now, the man sitting behind her waiting for her to serve is also qualified for the frying pan in her opinion.

Ya Xiao expressionlessly used a spatula to turn over the taro cake in the pan, twisted up a small pinch of salt and sprinkled it down. The tiny grains of salt jumped a few times at the bottom of the pan and exploded with a small sound.

She turned off the heat and carefully removed the cakes from the pan onto a white porcelain plate and brought them to him.

“Is it ready?”

He merely scanned it and shook his head, “No.”

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to restrain herself, “What’s not okay? You haven’t even eaten it yet?”

“It’s not round enough.”

Scratch that!

Who cares if it’s round or flat, isn’t it still a gooey mess in your stomach? She even owed a smile, the first one wasn’t shredded finely enough, the second one said too much salt, the third one wasn’t fried crispy enough, the fourth one was overcooked, the fifth one …… ah, I’m so sorry it cracked, the sixth one burnt a little bit on the edges, the seventh one the color wasn’t in place, the eighth one wasn’t round enough again… …How much did this asshole love to toss her around!

She threw the spatula into the pan, “What do you want? You don’t have to mess with food if you’re going to mess with me.”

“It’s not about the food,” he said slowly, “It’s about you not being good at it.”

She was furious, “Not good enough? I beg you to get up early tomorrow and go out to the breakfast stalls to see which stalls fry the pancakes in a round shape? Do you think they have a compass?”

“I don’t eat outside.”

“The point is not here, I say Mr. Shan, don’t you think you’re too picky?” She held her forehead, how could someone so picky and fussy about food still grow so tall!

He pairs his hands fingers together, branching into a tower shape, looking at her very seriously, “Don’t think so.”

Cheeky ah, how many layers of second skin does one have to grow to say this in such a calm and serious tone?

She admitted defeat, she was defeated.

When she turned around and picked up a taro and was about to cut the silk, a voice came from behind her, “Wait.”

Why? Do you think the taro in her hand is not round enough? Not good-looking enough?

“I want to eat vegetarian wontons now.” His fingers traced circles on the table, “Make it boiled.”

Relieved, she nodded, “Okay.” If it was ravioli, there wouldn’t be a problem with squaring the circle, would there? Eighty percent of the time he was really hungry and thought there was no point in tossing her around anymore.

But she was still too optimistic, or, perhaps, thought too much of this man. Because the next thing this grandpa said was something that literally made her eyes go black.

“Each one should have eighteen folds.”

“Eighteen folds? Shan Yan Xiu, you think you’re eating dunked soup xiao long bao!” It was really irritating that one wonton had to be pinched out with eighteen folds! It’s one thing to think it’s pretty, but at least show some respect for the wonton skin and ask it if it’s willing!

“What’s the difference?” moncler outlet online “It’s all in the skin, there’s no reason why you can’t pinch it out.”

Really have enough strong words, she fixed her mind, “Yes, pinch is can pinch out, but the buns are steamed, wontons are to be boiled, cooking methods are different. For example, before I put down the pot is eighteen folds, when I put down the pot to cook, maybe a few folds loose, out of only seven or eight or a fold is not left, the skin and filling separated.” Seeing the man slightly frowning, squinting at her, she then grunted, “Didn’t you also say that my kung fu is not good enough, the standard is just this much, don’t ask for too much.” She paused, a bit deflated, “I know what I did wrong.”

He smirked if nothing else, “Oh?”

“I shouldn’t have gone behind your back, or let in random births.” Doing things without permission, behind his back, that’s why he snapped, “I promise, it won’t happen again.”

His dark eyes were fixed on her face for nearly a minute before he slowly responded, “Good.”

She was as if she had been pardoned, her stomach let out a loud chirping sound as she breathed a sigh of relief. Looking up at the clock, it was a quarter to nine, no wonder she was hungry.

“I’m hungry, make something to eat.” moncler outlet online This time, he said squarely.

She looked at the man’s justified face and slumped her shoulders, give her ten guts she wouldn’t dare open her mouth and ask him to eat those cooled taro cakes and

“Cooking noodles?”

“No, something sweet.”

“Sweet?” Her eyes rolled bone-deep for a moment, “Would peanut soup dumplings be okay?” Seeing that he didn’t say anything, she took it as his default. Glutinous rice flour with water and into a ball, press a small pit in the center, fill in fried peanuts and sugar or something wrapped up, under the boiling water to cook for ten minutes, the soup ball floats up even if it is ready to eat. Because it is the night as a snack to eat, she did not dare to cook more. White and chubby dumplings crowded in a white porcelain bowl, jade and snow as lovely. She carefully carried the white smoking bowl to him, habitually reminding, “Be careful of scalding.” She regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth, what’s the point of talking too much? It’s better to burn him, it’s better to burn his mouth to remove layers of skin, see how he can make people.

He gave her a look, “Bring another bowl.”

She complied, saw him share a few into the empty bowl, and ladled some soup over, then pushed the bowl in front of her, “Eat with me.”

She hurriedly waved her hand, “I’m not hungry, you just eat.” It’s not that she loves to be polite, it’s really that this time there is psychological pressure, eating at the same table with him will give her a stomach ache.

“I don’t want to repeat.”

Sure enough …… not eating will be more stomach ache.

She sat down slowly, scratching and plucking at the dumplings with her spoon. When the dumplings were cooler, the filling inside was just the right temperature, the peanuts were crunchy, the sugar was cooked half melted, chewing in her mouth was full of sweet aroma. She ate very slowly, and from time to time raised the corner of her eye to steal a glance at him. Seeing that his bowl had already reached the bottom, she couldn’t help but be a little surprised, not realizing that he would like to eat sweets. It was said that sweets put people in a better mood, so she casually asked, “Aye, do you have a sweet tooth?”

He was in the process of placing a bowl in the sink when he turned around at her words and replied, “It’s okay.”

A simple answer with no intention of continuing. The leading question obviously didn’t work, and she was a little depressed, looking down and continuing to pluck at the bowl of sourdough. Just after biting half of it in her mouth, a voice suddenly rang out, “What about you, do you have a sweet tooth?”

He leaned his back against the kitchen table and looked at her fixedly. He was a bit surprised that she rarely took the initiative to talk to him on weekdays. Even if she did, it was mostly when she was forced to, so it was refreshing to suddenly ask him about his preferences like this.

His sudden response caused the half of the soup ball in her mouth to choke at the base of her tongue, unable to swallow. She clenched her hand into a fist and gave herself several hammers to her chest before she swallowed the half of the soup ball that was killing her and exhaled, “Cough, cough, like.” What she actually preferred to eat was the meat soup dumplings, also known as meat yuanxiao (肉元宵). Especially biting a tiny hole in the top and watching the golden meat juice gurgle out, flowing half a spoonful blowing on it to cool it and then slurping it down in one bite, so fresh that her tongue danced. Thinking of the thin skin and large filling of meat soup dumplings, she could not help but lick her lips, “But sweet eat more will be tired is.” After a long time without a reply after the words were said, she looked up, only to realize that the man was no longer there at some point.

She put the handle of the spoon against her chest, her eyes concentrated on the bowl of soup that was already left. The surface of the soup with a little bit of oil stars reflected the quadrangular lamp above the dining table, the light jumped and swirled in the water changing shapes. The dense heat from the cooking is gradually dissipating, and the distinctive sweet and creamy scent of peanuts and sugar lingers in the air, which smells a bit like fluffy marshmallows, except that the latter makes the senses of sight and smell feel twice as plentiful.

Not far away, a clean, translucent white porcelain bowl gleamed on the black marble countertop.

It took a few days before Monsoon dared to come up to her again.

This time, Monsoon looked much better than last time, at least her hair was no longer draped and her face was a bit rosier.

“I, I just saw the one in your house go out downstairs, and thought that it might be easier for you now, so I came up.” Monsoon said carefully, “Are you okay.”

“Yeah, what could be wrong?” She pulled the door open a bit, “Come in and sit down.”

Monsoon took a step back and waved her hand nervously, “No, no, I’d rather not go in, so as not to cause you any trouble.” She pulled out a large paper bag from behind her, “Thanks to your blessing, my house is rented out, this is a small token of appreciation for you.”

“No need to be polite,” Ya Xiao lost her smile a little, “How about it, do you want the restaurant to deliver the food or the supermarket to deliver the food to your door now?”

“I can’t cook, I so found a new teahouse that sells good roasted flavors.” Monsoon patted the paper bag, “These are the ones I find especially delicious, I think you’ll definitely like them.”

Roasted flavors!

Barbecued pork, barbecued goose, barbecued pork, white cut chicken, rose barbecued chicken, honey barbecued duck ……

With her eyes fixed on the paper packet and her nose flaring, she unconsciously murmured, “Yes, I like it, I simply love it!” Was this sort of her RP outburst? Someone was actually sending meat to her door! The strong taste stimulation and physiological thirst made her leave all her promised assurances behind, and even her hands trembled a little.

Monsoon happily stuffed the paper bag into her arms, “Enjoy it slowly. I’ll go down first, if you have time, come to my house. I live alone, it’s very convenient.”

When Monsoon’s silhouette disappeared into the elevator, Ya Xiao turned around and closed the door with the oil paper bag in her hand, and prayed as she feasted on the food.

God bless, bless that man to fall into the sewer as soon as he opens the door today!