It Turns out that I am Beautiful and Miserable [Quick Transmigration]

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Xi Ye didn't know how Xue Minglang played tricks in his trumpet, he only knew that he was the one who got tricked this time.

Ginger soup, very sweet and steaming hot.

The description is correct, all fresh ingredients are used, but there is a strange aftertaste when it is carefully tasted. It is spicy and salty, which makes people want to frown.

But looking at Gu Cong's expectant face, Xi Ye remained calm and drank it down spoon by spoon.

1101 was puzzled and shocked: "Treat them differently! You are treating them differently!"

Somebody ate a piece of the candy that Zhou Ming bought.

With the pretext of going to the community supermarket to buy ginger, Gu Cong brought back a lot of things in large and small bags. When Xi Ye, who was too lazy to get out of the car, saw it, he had already lost the chance to refuse.

At this moment, those bags with the blue logo of the supermarket were piled up on the floor of the living room, and Gu Cong continued to clean up after Xi Ye made sure that the bowl of ginger soup was finished.

"I bought a small carton of milk, poured it into a cup, and just popped it in the microwave for breakfast."

"There are also some quick-frozen foods, which can be eaten as a supper."

"By the way, the kettle, you still have to drink hot water when taking medicine."

Leaving aside cooking skills, Gu Cong is obviously very experienced in housekeeping. When Xi Ye happened to glance at him when he was traveling, he saw that the other party's luggage was in good order.

Xi Ye is not a person with a strong sense of territoriality, but it does not mean that anyone can mess with his house casually, but Gu Cong's behavior at the moment does not unexpectedly make him hate it.

Until the other party was eager to try and picked up the last bag of fresh ingredients: "Shall I cook tonight? How about rib soup?"

Wrapped in a blanket and lying on the sofa watching the script sent by Zhou Ming, Xi Ye fell silent for a rare moment: "Have you ever cooked before?"

"I've done it, but not many times. Usually the dean asked me to help." Remembering that he didn't seem to have mentioned this to Xi Ye, Gu Cong explained with a natural attitude: "I grew up in a welfare institution, and then I met a scout while I was working, and I signed the current company."

Blinking back, he smiled: "It's a coincidence, isn't it?"

Xi Ye: It's a coincidence.

The experience of entering the industry is almost the same.

Although he had never met the dean that Gu Cong was talking about, Xi Ye felt that the other party's decision to only let Gu Cong do it must be somewhat reasonable.

After a short tangle between the "strange dinner" and "the just warm blanket", the black-haired young man raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, commanding: "Just wash and cut the ingredients, and I'll do the rest."

Gu Cong's eyes lit up all of a sudden, and he almost rushed over: "Mr. Xi can cook?"

Xi Ye: "Barely edible."

- This is of course self-effacing.

As a competent and qualified system, 1101 is well aware of the skills lit by its own host. Although it does not need to eat, it can simulate the sense of taste and know what is delicious.

It's a pity that Xi Ye has many rules and is lazy, he doesn't like oily smoke, and the opportunities to cook by himself are few and far between.

Therefore, 1101 was not surprised when things finally developed into a situation where Xi Ye was wrapped in a blanket and stood in the distance, and Gu Cong couldn't hide his confusion at every order.