In the courtyard.
A soft beam of light scattered.
Just as the atmosphere became warm and tranquil, a light footsteps gradually approached.
"I'm back!"
Finally, a familiar voice sounded behind her.
And Mana Nakiri's figure, after hearing this sentence, trembled a little, but then she turned sharply, her eyes flashing with incredible surprise and excitement.
Her lips trembled slightly, trying to greet this long-awaited figure with the gentlest posture.
"Chu… Chu Yang!"
She called softly, her voice carrying a hint of uncertainty.
Afraid that this was too beautiful a dream, it would shatter at a touch.
But.
Immediately after.
That uncertainty was replaced by a more surging emotion. She quickly stepped forward, opened her arms, and hugged Chu Yang tightly into her embrace.
…
Chu Yang, who had just returned to WGO headquarters.
Immediately felt the warmth from Mana Nakiri's embrace, which caught him a little off guard.
In the end, he could only open his hands and hug Mana tightly back!
Everything around seemed to stand still, only the figures of the two hugging tightly, stretched out in the afterglow of the moonlight.
"You're back, that's great…"
Mana murmured, her tone full of cherish.
And Chu Yang gently patted her back, responding to this deep emotion with action.
…
Gurgle!
Gurgle!
Gurgle!
The sudden sound of stomach rumbling, soft and urgent.
It quietly sounded in this quiet courtyard, which made Mana Nakiri, who had let go of her embrace, blush even more!
It seems that even the most arrogant taste buds eventually cannot resist the invasion of hunger.
So.
On her slightly tired but exceptionally excited face.
Began to hang a few points of anticipation, obviously driven by hunger, but also with endless longing for delicious food.
She gently snuggled up beside Chu Yang again, her hands unconsciously wrapped around his arm, her voice surprisingly lacking its usual nobility, but with a hint of coquetry: "Chu Yang, I… I'm really hungry!"
"I really want to eat the fried rice you made last time we parted, the one that was as brilliant and delicious as a comet streaking across the night sky!"
"Comet Fried Rice?"
Perhaps because the two were very close, there was always a faint body fragrance in the air.
The fragrance, both fresh and with a hint of imperceptible sweetness, made Chu Yang couldn't help but take a deep breath, then asked with a smile.
"Yes, it's Comet Fried Rice!"
Mana, nodded.
"Heh, it's so late now, it's not really suitable for eating fried rice!"
Chu Yang, however, shrugged, saying helplessly.
"Then what should I do?"
"I haven't eaten anything for more than two months, I've been relying on nutrient solutions."
"Look, just now I even had someone make a plate of truffle golden caviar foie gras mousse, but it wasn't good, it made me throw up!"
"Please, Chu Yang."
"Just make me Comet Fried Rice!"
"Now, only your cooking in the whole world can conquer my God's Tongue!"
The voice was as thin as a thread, but full of endless pleading.
At this moment, Mana Nakiri's eyes were watery, her gaze filled with complex emotions intertwined with begging and despair.
Her frail body even deliberately leaned forward slightly, as if this way she could get closer to Chu Yang's heart, allowing that deep affection and plea to penetrate the cold air and reach the depths of the other's soul.
Have to say.
Mana Nakiri now.
She was simply a dog begging her master for a bite of food, appearing utterly without dignity.
If everyone knew that a dignified Special Executive Officer of the WGO culinary organization would stoop to such a humble level for a simple bowl of fried rice, they would probably be dumbfounded!
…
Chu Yang, looked down at the arms tightly wrapped around him.
A sense of inexplicable responsibility and happiness inevitably surged in his heart, and then he could only respond softly: "What? Only Comet Fried Rice can conquer your God's Tongue?"
"What I mean is, in these two months, I have developed many new dishes!"
"New dishes?"
"Can… can they compare to Comet Fried Rice?"
Mana Nakiri was stunned for a moment, then became even more excited.
"Hmm!"
"Even better."
Chu Yang, said.
"Then… then hurry up, I really miss your cooking now."
Mana Nakiri heard this and urged repeatedly.
"Okay!"
"I'll make it for you right now."
With that, Chu Yang turned and walked into the kitchen, beginning to get busy.
…
Brown rice.
Mung beans.
Soybeans.
Black glutinous rice.
Coix seed.
Buckwheat.
In one go, he prepared many kinds of ingredients.
Then wash and process the required ingredients, such as grinding brown rice, mung beans, soybeans and other ingredients into powder, and cutting pumpkin, yam and other ingredients into small pieces or dices.
At the same time, soak shiitake mushrooms in warm water, remove stems and slice them, and tear seaweed into small pieces for later use.
"Strange!"
"What kind of dish is he going to make?"
"It's black glutinous rice, and mung beans, and pumpkin… And it looks like he's prepared at least 6 clay pots!"
Annie, playing the role of a passerby, blinked and couldn't help but ask curiously.
"Porridge!"
"What he's going to make should be a porridge that can cleanse the stomach and detoxify!"
Mana Nakiri, who had more experience, immediately thought of something.
Already starving, she was even more looking forward to Chu Yang's new dish!
…
Take a deep pot, add enough water.
After boiling on high heat, pour the soaked mixed grains into the pot, and turn to low heat to simmer slowly.
During this time.
Chu Yang, will stir occasionally.
The purpose of this is to prevent sticking to the bottom, until the rice grains bloom and the porridge becomes thick.
Then, separately put red vegetables, mung beans, pumpkin, pine nuts, and longans into 5 sand pots, do not stir in the middle to prevent the rice grains from sticking, allowing the flavors of various ingredients to fully blend.
Finally.
When the porridge is completely cooked, sprinkle with shredded seaweed, stir gently a few times, and then turn off the heat.
Garnish the surface of the porridge with a few fresh mint leaves to add a touch of freshness and color.
…
Gurgle gurgle!
Gurgle gurgle!
The freshly made porridge was still boiling.
Small bubbles spurted from the bottom of the pot, and then quickly burst on the surface of the porridge, turning into circles of delicate ripples, slowly spreading outwards.
Every "gurgle" sound.
It is a testament to the intimate conversation between porridge and water, and an overture to the mutual fusion and penetration of ingredients.
And the color of the porridge, from the initial clear transparency, gradually became warm and jade-like.
The rice grains slowly bloomed in the pot, releasing their unique sweetness and softness, blending with the clarity of the water, forming an indescribable harmony and beauty!
Golden!
Emerald green!
Light yellow!
Dark black!
Pure white!
Light green!
Purple-black!
The colors of various ingredients began to intertwine, like a living rainbow!
Then, under the gaze of Mana Nakiri and Annie, this pot of porridge finally emitted a dazzling rainbow-colored light, very magnificent!
"Huh?"
"Really?"
Mana Nakiri, her face full of shock.