The 99th Divorce

Luo Zhan, sighed. “…no, but I’m learning, right?”

Lu Yihan couldn’t bear to look at it, went up, and looked at his ingredients.

“Fired crab, Cantonese style?”

Luo Zhan was surprised. “How do you know?”

Lu Yihan glanced at him and snorted. “I am the god of cuisine! But you have not picked the right ingredient. You see, the spring onion is not fresh at all.”

Luo Zhan frowned. “…I am buying raw stuff for the first time. What do you want?”

“Hey, people who can’t even do grocery shopping actually want to cook?” Lu Yihan turned over the ingredients. “Fish-flavored eggplant? Fish head tofu soup? Bamboo shoots with pork? Chicken wings, what do you want to make those?”

“Coke…”

“OK.” Lu Yihan washed his hands. “Let me do it.”

Luo Zhan watched him going far, looked at his back, and asked, “Hey, where are you going?”

“To brush my teeth and wash my face!”

“Oh!”

Lu Yihan changed and washed before coming to the kitchen.

The big crabs that had just been alive and kicking were already killed by Luo. The claws were cut off live, but they were still spitting bubbles and not dead yet.

Lu Yihan went silent for a moment, could not bear to look at it, and took his kitchen knife away. “Give me a hand, first wash the fish head. Get rid of the red parts, remember to wash it thoroughly and then immerse it in water.”

“Okay!” Luo Zhan was obedient.

Lu Yihan went to take care of the crabs attentively. After he handled the crabs, he turned back and found that Luo Zhan had already been cooking it.

The fragrance filled the kitchen. Lu Yihan turned his head and saw that Luo Zhan was looking at him with an eyebrow arched. He put the crab down, walked over, and them swallowed back the praise.

The largest pot in the kitchen could hold two kilograms of water. At the moment, the pot was full of fish soup with two pieces of tofu floating.

“How about it? Impressive, right?” Luo Zhan raised his eyebrows at him.

Lu Yihan was mortified, slapped him on the shoulder, and fiercely said, “Go away! Don’t enter my kitchen!”

Luo Zhan looked baffled and didn’t know what was going on. When he watched Lu Yihan lift the pot and dump nearly four-fifths of the water, he realized it. “Did I add too much water?”

Lu Yihan gave him a look of disappointment. “Idiot, go out and don’t say you know me!”

Luo Zhan silently retreated to the side. Now he had to do something else to pass the time. About just forty minutes later, Lu Yihan had made all the dishes. After the dishes were all made, Lu Yihan suddenly said, “Damn, I haven’t cooked rice yet!”

Luo Zhan heard that, and his eyes lit up, saying proudly, “I have already cooked rice!” Then he went to open the rice cooker, however… “Well, would you like to buy some rice from downstairs?”

When Lu Yihan saw him like this, he knew that it must have gone south. He went to look at it and found out the thing could not be call rice at all. It was simply a porridge without soup… It was too soft!

Lu Yihan was completely defeated. He said with a dark face, “If you don’t have me, you won’t be able to survive!” That sentence inexplicably made Luo Zhan’s heartbeat accelerate. What did he… mean… by that?

Lu Yihan did not notice the strangeness. He tossed the soft rice over and said helplessly, “I can make it work somehow. Boil some water!”

Luo Zhan heard this, but his face was burning even more. Trying to calm himself down, he responded, “OK!”

Lu Yihan saw his red face and snorted. “Now you know that you are useless? You are even blushing. I thought you were thick-skinned.”