Quick Transmigration: Passer-by Craftsman System [MTL]

Chapter 89

At half past five in the morning, the alluring fragrance wafted out of Liuzhai again. Fortunately, the rooms of several owners of the Liu family are equipped with odor purification systems. As long as the door is not opened, you will never smell this smell.

And they were all still asleep at this time, and it was impossible for them to sleepwalk and get up to open the door, so they didn't know about it.

The servants and security guards working at home smelled it, and their stomachs were seduced to the point of being fascinated. But is it possible to ask the owner specifically about this kind of food? Do you still want this high-paying, low-working job?

They all mistakenly thought that the specially hired chef was trying out new dishes, although the taste was indeed very fragrant, more fragrant than before.

But as a chef, isn't it natural that the food tastes fragrant?

The first thing Qingchuan did when he got up early in the morning was to open the door to the balcony and start today's practice facing the unclear sky, until the first ray of sunlight freely fell on him.

The two worlds revolved around each other, but only at this moment, facing the morning sun, his heart was the calmest. He completely relaxed his limbs and allowed his mind to become clear. Every slow movement is a self-improvement and purification.

His mood became relaxed and happy, and he felt the urge to share his happiness, so he sent condolences to people far away.

"Xiao Ge, Qi Xin'an.

It's morning here, Saturday morning, and there are no classes today.

The peach blossoms were bathed in the golden sunshine, and bees and butterflies were chasing them in the wind. I seemed to smell the fragrance of honey. I remember welcoming such a wonderful morning with you, the aroma of honeyed tea and coffee in summer, newspapers and books folded together.

The shadows are also stacked together.

What time is it there now? How's the weather? Is everything okay?

The live broadcast started on the website yesterday, did you see it? Thinking about making food for the people you like, the food has a different temperature. Every sweetness they taste is from me thinking of you.

Do you know what I'm thinking about you?

I want to put jam on your lips while you drink bitter coffee, like crushed plump and ripe cherries, melted by body temperature. My breath is filled with the aroma of sweet fruits and sugar, as well as the faint aroma of burnt coffee.

In the humid air, there is the aroma of ripe and tempting fruits, the sticky melting sweetness, the burnt bitterness that spreads in the gaps, and the most superior delicacies that exist only for me.

Miss you.

——Your Qingchuan. "

He asked the system to send a text message, which was so sweet that the system felt sour and sour that the system suspected that Wei Ge on the other end would have insomnia tonight. Qingchuan finished flirting, but turned around to make breakfast like a normal person.

The rice for the porridge had been soaked last night, and two red dates and a few wolfberries were added to it, which turned rotten as soon as it was boiled. He had a light meal in the morning, just a bowl of white porridge, some pickles and a poached egg that he made, and soy milk, and that was it.

Eating should be a matter of enjoyment, so if conditions permit, he always hopes to enjoy the food he has made by himself in a pleasant environment. Food will taste even more delicious if you have someone you like with you.