The Imperial Guard’s Revenge

Wang Yanqing's eyes widened in surprise, and Lu Heng knew that he had guessed right. Lu Heng held Wang Yanqing's face and unceremoniously pecked her lips, saying, Needless to say, I know I guessed right. This is the reward, I took it myself.

He made his own reference, marked his own papers, and awarded his own awards. Wang Yanqing laughed and pushed his shoulder angrily: Don't make trouble.

Lu Heng sat on her shoulders and asked, What did you think of just now?

Wang Yanqing's eyes narrowed slightly, but instead she didn't cooperate, and said deliberately, Didn't you say you learned a lot of the ability to observe words, guess what?

Wang Yanqing kicked the ball back to Lu Heng, but he turned against him. Lu Heng raised his eyebrows, looked at Wang Yanqing with a half-smile, and said, I'll take it seriously when you say that. But we agreed in advance. If I guess, the reward will be more than a kiss.

In fact, no matter how strong Lu Heng's observation ability and logical thinking were, it was impossible for him to guess what Wang Yanqing was thinking. But Lu Heng's past record was too brilliant, Wang Yanqing was so guilty of being cheated by him that he didn't dare to bet with him. Wang Yanqing bit her lip slightly, and stayed silent: It's nothing, I just think that the New Year's Eve dinner for two is too deserted, and there is nothing else to do except eat. If we cook our own food, it may be better.

Wang Yanqing spoke very slowly, his tone turned low, and his eyes kept peeking at Lu Heng's expression. For women, cooking a meal by hand is nothing, but for men, this requirement is a bit out of line.

A gentleman is far away from the kitchen, and ordinary men are reluctant to enter the kitchen, let alone a second-rank high-ranking official like Lu Heng. Wang Yanqing saw that Lu Heng didn't speak, and quickly said, I just said casually, cooking is too troublesome, so forget it...

As long as you are with me, it's not troublesome to do anything. Lu Heng intercepted her words and said, New Year's Eve is a day for family reunion. Of course, the New Year's Eve dinner must be cooked with the family. As long as you don't mind the trouble.

Wang Yanqing breathed a sigh of relief, she never expected that Lu Heng would agree. Wang Yanqing's eyes lit up immediately, and her voice raised her voice: Then I'll let the kitchen prepare and change the menu. Some dishes are too troublesome. Brother, do you have any requests?

Lu Heng shook his head and said with a smile that he would let Wang Yanqing arrange, but in fact he sighed for himself.

He hesitated just now, not because he was afraid of what others would say, or that he disliked the loss of man's face by entering the kitchen. Ask him to say that if a man's face needs to be advertised by not cooking or not at home, then there is no need for this face to exist. He hesitated because he didn't know it at all.

This is a field that he has never been involved in. In case of any accident, he doesn't even know how to make excuses. Wang Yanqing rushed out to prepare, but Lu Heng pinched his brows with a headache.

Although based on what he knew about Fu Tingzhou, Fu Tingzhou should not do anything like cooking with a woman. But what if?

If Fu Tingzhou and Wang Yanqing ever cooked together, if Wang Yanqing still has remnants of memory and finds that Lu Heng can't know anything after entering the kitchen, wouldn't it be a bào reveal? Could it be that Lu Heng still pretends to be good at cooking?

This is too difficult for Lu Heng.

Lu Heng considered it again and again, and finally decided to take a gamble. New Year's Eve is coming soon. The kitchen heard that the two masters are going to cook in person today. The kitchen was tidy up early, and the dishes that should be washed and cut were also prepared. In order not to delay the New Year's Eve dinner, Wang Yanqing pulled Lu Heng to the kitchen in the afternoon.

Wang Yanqing knew how to cook and was no stranger to the kitchen, but this was the first time Lu Heng set foot in this place. He has always thought that cooking is a magical thing. Things that can be seen everywhere are brought into the kitchen, and when they come out, they become a variety of dishes. However, when he was there, he realized that the kitchen was not mysterious, and that the exquisite dishes were also cut with knives.

The difference is probably that Jin Yiwei's knife cuts the living, while the kitchen knife cuts the dead.

Wang Yanqing walked around the kitchen and decided to stew the fish first. The cook has already cleaned the fish, soaked it in the bucket, and even tickled the fishing line. Wang Yanqing rolled up his sleeves, and Lu Heng saw it and asked, What are you going to do?

Wang Yanqing pointed to the fish in the bucket and said, The fish should be simmered slowly, put the fish soup on the stove first, and then cook other dishes slowly.

Lu Heng didn't understand this kind of thing, but he knew that it was the end of the twelfth year, and Wang Yanqing couldn't touch cold water. He untied Wang Yanqing's sleeve and asked, What should I do?

Take the fish out and make a few cuts on the side. I'll get the knife.

No. Lu Heng held Wang Yanqing's hand, It's too dangerous, let me do it.

The kitchen knife had already been washed and placed on the chopping board. When Lu Heng picked up the kitchen knife, the first feeling was awkward. The length is not right, the weight is not right, this is not his embroidered chūn knife, he is holding the knife, and for the first time, he feels that his hands and feet are tied: How much do you want to cut?

Wang Yanqing was stunned when he heard it: Just draw a few knives, it's convenient and delicious, and it doesn't have to be to any extent.

Lu Heng held the knife, the tip of the knife slanted into the fish's body, and stopped at a small and stable distance. Wang Yanqing watched from the side and rubbed his arms silently: Why do I think your actions are very strange, like torture on this fish...

Lu Heng thought silently, Wang Yanqing's feeling might not be wrong. After Lu Heng made the first cut, he had a measure in his heart. The following movements were extremely smooth, the cuts were thin and smooth, and each cut stopped at the same depth.