6

Cohabitation between men and women is divided into several kinds of relationships, there is a marriage as a prerequisite for security, there is a consensual agreement based on the two sides, there is also a lightning hook fire smothered in three thousand miles of cooked – in addition to the first one other than any other kind of cohabitation relationship, we can qualify as illegal cohabitation.

Yang Yaxiao’s position on her relationship with Shan Yanxiu is simple and clear: knife and fish.

Under this premise, she was destined to be the one-sidedly oppressed party. But she didn’t intend to just give in and compromise. A smart woman will always find an opportunity to regain her disadvantage at any time. Although she thought her hope of winning the chance was slim, it didn’t mean she would give up. With willingness to work hard, you can always open a breakthrough from that man.

As the saying goes, to conquer a man’s heart, you have to conquer his stomach first. This seems to be a very persuasive reason, to deceive how many virtuous women Ba heart Ba liver in order to conquer a man’s heart to cook soup, feed the man one by one, full of fat, full of warm mouth and stomach desire, began to think about the circle and fork. Unfortunately, to that point, most men want to touch the little lover does not matter to produce tender and slippery hands thinking of circles and forks, and will feed him fat and bright virtuous wife immediately became the mouth of the yellow chaff.

This one out and one in, chaffs pay and lose is not only double?

Since she was a child, she felt that this classic phrase is purely dead men made up to cheat silly women, never believe. But right now, she could make good use of this famous saying, if she could coax that man to be happy, then she was not far away from the day of liberation. With this determination, she made a good effort and drew up a plan.

Since she couldn’t go out without his permission, she could only use the ingredients in the refrigerator to prepare dinner. She had consumed a lot of it at home earlier, and every now and then someone did come to the house to replenish it. Still, the ingredients were limited, but it was always okay to make do with what she had. Luckily, she had been living on her own for a long time, and when she had nothing else to do, she liked to go to the kitchen to do some washing and cutting, so now she could use all of them.

Now is the end of summer, the weather is still relatively hot, can eat some refreshing dishes.

The red and white radish and pear shredded, add a little fruit vinegar to do coleslaw, pumpkin cut into small diamond-shaped and celery sliced meat with stir-fry. Bitter melon cut into fine grains, the soaked dried scallops torn and stirred into the soup, in the half-boiling time to beat an egg white into it, cool and reduce the fire of the dried scallops and bitter melon soup is very suitable for this time of year to drink.

Every meal must have a finale dish, in view of the limitations of the ingredients, she finally decided to do pineapple sweet and sour pork. The tenderloin is cut with a fluted knife, the canned pineapple is diced and wrapped in it, dusted with egg and rolled in flour and deep-fried in a pan until it is crispy. Then boil the pineapple juice with sugar, vinegar, wine, etc., and thicken the sauce with cornstarch and pour it on top. Crispy meatballs are covered and wrapped by the pouring sauce, and the sweet and sour flavor comes out at once.

“Tsk tsk, follow sister have meat to eat,” she carried the plate in the air and turned a circle, “meat, what a wonderful bestowal oh, a baa hehehehehe~”

She liked to eat, could eat, and would eat. And, meatless. When she was in school, her teacher once cited a poet’s elegant example, saying that this poet had said that it was better to eat without meat than to live without bamboo. She shot up on the spot, and grunted and sprayed, “Hypocrisy! I don’t believe he has less roasted meat in his stomach than bamboo rice!”

The first dinner for two, with three dishes and one soup, was rather simple, but it looked good on the table with flowers and greenery.

When the bell rang at seven o’clock sharp, he also came back on time. After seeing the colorful table, his face was still expressionless, but when he saw her wearing a crayon-like apron, he raised his eyebrows slightly, clearly showing a hint of contempt.

“Inside a bubblegum promotional outfit.” She spread her hands in some embarrassment, but in her heart she was indignant: gross, what’s wrong with Crayon Shin-chan, rogue but a real claimed child.

Seeing that he was heading for the den, she hurriedly said, “Dinner’s ready, so if you have work, you can do it after dinner. Well, there wasn’t much left in the fridge, so I threw something together.”

He paused, hands in his pants pockets, the corner of his eye sweeping over the carefully set table, the peak of his brow furrowing, “I’m not eating any of that.”

“You’re not eating?”

“No, you pour it,” his expression could be considered disgusted at this point, “Don’t ever cook these in the kitchen again.” With that, he turned and went into the study.

She froze in place for a long moment, “Pour it? Why did you pour it?” The dishes she had worked so hard to prepare were freshly made and tasted great, and he wanted her to pour them without even trying them? Why?

She thought about it and thought about it again, and felt that the most likely thing was that this man was deliberately trying to make things difficult for her, just wanting to go against her, denying her efforts, denying her achievements, denying her hard work. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, if not for the fact that she still had a little bit of sense, she would be at the door of the study right now, ranting at him and saying: “Waste food will be kicked to death by a horse”! But she didn’t have the courage, so she sat down at the table with a stifled breath.

Come on, this sinful animal likes to eat or not, she was hungry, make her own food.

She huffed and puffed as she plowed through the rice and chewed her mouth full of pineapple meat, and from time to time, she also glanced at the door of the study with a vengeance for a few moments. If you like to eat, do not eat, do not eat their own cooking to go, stomping on the nose face does not know good bad guy. Just as she was poking the rice angrily, the evil animal that should be kicked to death by the hoof turned out from the study, her hand slightly raised, and a piece of paper lightly landed in front of her eyes, “This is the dietary taboos, you remember it.”

Casually glancing at it, her eyes instantly widened. Her mouth was loose, and the chopsticks in her mouth pinged on the table, “You …… you eat vegetarian ah?”

He actually ate vegetarian!

There are still men in this world who are not monks but are vegetarians? Her skeptical gaze swept back and forth across his body several times, as if the person in front of her was only an alien ET wearing the outer skin of Shan Yanxiu.

Being looked at by her like a monster, ET was not happy, his tone turned cold, “What’s wrong with me being a vegetarian?”

It’s nothing for other people to be vegetarian, but it’s wrong for you to be vegetarian! Ya Xiao’s eyes stared at the dietary avoidance, her heart fluttered. According to her understanding, this man is sinister and arrogant, sometimes violent and jerk, in the diet should belong to the type of cold and raw and extravagant type. Put it this way, she even believed that he would gargle with abalone soup and shark s fin tripe, but vegetarian …… coaxing ghosts ah!

She pinched the piece of paper, the old half a day did not return to God, until the man’s impatient voice sounded, which only grabbed back some of the mind, “There is no problem,” she tried to make her voice sound egg butt, “you are on the first day of the first fifteenth and auspicious birth vegetarian?” Just like her former neighbor, Granny Vegetable, on the first fifteen days of the year and the Guanyin Festival or whatever, she put on her teacher’s bag and went to the temple to worship the Buddha and litigate the scriptures to eat vegetarian, but normally she still abstained from meat and fish.

“No, usually eat.”

She purred in her heart and rubbed a sound, “You …… don’t think that this will lead to an unbalanced diet and be more harmful to the body?”

“No.”

“And you don’t eat milk or eggs?”

“Right.”

Scratch, no God, by Mao not supplement calcium can grow so high!

“And you don’t eat cilantro or anything else?”

“Yes.”

“What do you like to eat?” You have to be nice to kiss his ass and make him happy.

“Anything I can eat besides this list.”

“That would be fruits and vegetables or something,” she tried to keep her smile from stiffening, “I see, and next time I’ll prepare them for you individually as you ordered.”

He lowered his eyes and tapped his finger on the tabletop, “And don’t let me see those again.”

She nodded her head noisily, “Got it.” In the future, she’d eat them behind closed doors by herself, hard, every day until her mouth was full!

“In the future, you’re not allowed to eat it either.”

“Know-” she subconsciously cut off the words, “What? I’m not allowed to eat it either? Why don’t you let me eat it?”

“Because I don’t eat it.” He was very logical, “So you’re not allowed to eat either.”

Is this …… a guilt-by-association thing?

“This is also too difficult, maybe you have to eat vegetarian because of your faith or for some reason, but I also have the right to eat whatever I want, right?” She was a standard meat control, how could a meat control live if she couldn’t eat meat? “It really doesn’t make sense for you to be like this.”

“Reason?” He lowered his eyelids with a hint of carelessness, “Here, whatever I decide, you do, that’s it.”

“What do you mean that’s it?” She stood up in exasperation, arching her fingers and tapping the table, “Do you want me to be a rabbit with you?” As she spoke, her gaze couldn’t help but fall on the plate of cold shredded radish, and she couldn’t help but shudder at the mere thought of the bland, oil-poor flavor.

“Is it hard for me to watch you gorge yourself every day?” He lifted his chin, an expression so arrogant that she couldn’t pound a few punches, “Please figure out who’s in charge here.”

“It’s your place, you’re in charge,” she tried to reason with him, “but it has to be within reason, right? I’m a normal …… er, balanced diet, meat, eggs, fish, vegetables, I eat a little bit, never partiality.”

“You mean I’m partial.”

Her eyebrows drooped and she looked at him gloomily, as if to say, isn’t that so?

“I think it’s important for you to know a little bit about where you are right now and what you’re about to do. I will set the rules for all this, without asking for your opinion, much less your approval. All you need to do is follow the rules and then do as you are told.” He very calmly pushed the pineapple sweet and sour pork towards her, his gentle and calm demeanor a stark contrast to her impoverished ferocity, “Enjoy it, it’s going to be the last meat dish you ever eat.”

This would be the last meat dish she ate? She froze and stared at the plate of golden and fragrant pineapple meat, a feeling of powerlessness rising from the soles of her feet.

The last plate of …… meat she ate in her life?

Holy shit, dead rabbit!

Go to hell, go to hell, go to hell!