Romantic Candlelight Dinner 007

  Ye Meng was very much in agreement with Zhang Jin's words, because she was even more unimpressed than that Lian Yilian person. The aroma not only made her drool but also made her stomach growl with hunger, as she had already gone a whole afternoon without eating anything.

  "Alright, you go to the dining hall and set the table. After I finish stir-frying the fire爆腰花, I'll make a dish of 'oil beef' and a mushroom soup, then we can have dinner." As he spoke, Zhang Jin had already turned off the stove and started putting the waist flower onto a plate.

  Ye Meng nodded and was about to turn around and leave when she suddenly thought of something, turned back and asked: "Is there a story behind this oil-braised beef too?"

  "Ah, I suppose so. It's also one of the signature dishes of Master Chef, requiring a delicate grasp of timing and heat control." Zhang Jin explained while scrubbing the pot.

  "Is he a master chef again? What other dishes can he make?"

  "It's mentioned in the book that he's best at a dish called 'small stir-fry human flesh', specifically choosing the tenderest parts of young girls like you to cut and cook. It's said to be incredibly delicious. Why don't we try it tonight?" Zhang Jin's words already had a clear tone of teasing.

  Ye Meng's little servant girl listened, and her eyes widened in anger, making a gesture as if she was about to explode. But before the flames of anger could erupt, this little servant girl's eyes suddenly rolled around, seemingly thinking of something. She changed to a playful smile, and with great effort, puffed out her well-developed chest. She threw a flirtatious glance at Zhang Jin, and in a voice like a streetwalker's, said in a coquettish tone: "Brother-in-law~, which part of my flesh do you think is more tender? Do you want to 'personally' pick some out?" The little servant girl emphasized the two words "personally", clearly implying something.

  The tease didn't work, and instead got teased back. Seeing Ye Meng's proud 'chest out' walk over, Zhang Jin was intimidated! After taking a step back without leaving any trace, he also didn't dare to turn his head to look at the pair of breasts that the girl had already put on display, pretending to be serious about controlling the heat, adjusting the flames under the pot to make them suddenly big and small, with some embarrassment in his voice saying: "Alright, I can really eat human flesh! Hurry up and set the table, otherwise soon there won't be anything for you to eat."

  Seeing Zhang Jin like a defeated quail, even Ye Meng, who was still a young girl, felt her face burning and her heart beating faster than usual. At the same time, she also had a sense of accomplishment, and she couldn't help but glance at her own full chest, thinking to herself with some shamelessness: "It turns out he can see my assets too! You know, even though I'm still young now, in terms of size, I'm not inferior to my sister's. We're both C-cup after all." At this moment, she seemed to feel that the fantasy she had been entangled with for a long time might not be impossible to realize after all. After all, he was already divorced from her sister and was now a single man, while she was also a single... woman... girl, so... Hehe...

  Ye Mou left with a proud look on her face, like a hen that had just laid an egg. Zhang Jin secretly let out a sigh of relief, and at the same time, a slightly dirty thought arose in his mind: "Usually I haven't paid attention, but it turns out this girl is actually quite interesting! And the elasticity seems to be pretty good too, when she stands up, it will bounce up and down like jelly. I wonder what it would feel like if I touched her?" As he thought about it, the little guy in his pants started to show some signs of excitement.

  Zhang Jin hastily dispersed the scenes of anger in his mind, recited 'heart like ice and snow, heaven collapses but not surprised' a few times, before barely suppressing the rising flames. He continued to work on making the last dish of braised beef in oil.

  "What's going on, how can this fire be so fierce? It seems that I have to go to 'Benlai' tonight." Zhang Jin muttered to himself while stirring the wok with a scoop.

  What Zhang Jin said 'originally' refers to the 'Original Bar' in Shenzhen, which is famous for its one-night stands. After his divorce from Ye Hong half a year ago, he became a regular there to solve his physiological problems. In just half a year, Zhang Jin got familiar with many people in this bar, and his hunting achievements were remarkable, ranging from pure-type girls to mature-type women, from bony and slender beauties to plump and charming women, all shapes and sizes.

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  When Zhang Jin finally carried the 'Song Niang Yu' with good gravy into the dining hall, he was stunned. The dining hall had no lights on, only six bean-like candles were embedded in two 'mountain-shaped' white tin candle holders on the table, shining and making the entire large dining hall fall into a dimly lit haze.

  "What's going on? Candlelight dinner?" Zhang Jin put down the fish in his hand on the table and asked Ye Meng, who was sitting opposite him with a playful smile.

  Ye Meng first gave Zhang Jin a big smile, with an air of 'I'm so talented', "Yes, candlelight dinner! Isn't it romantic?" This girl was originally a campus belle-level young woman, and under the dim candlelight, that smile had a hint of youthful charm, making the flames of desire in Zhang Jin's lower abdomen, which had never been extinguished, surge again.

  Zhang Jin hastily shifted his gaze, pulled out the chair opposite Ye Meng and sat down, pretending to be disdainful: "Romantic? You little girl understand what romance is? The romance of candlelight dinner requires a lover to eat Western food, silver plates, silver forks, silver knives, soft violin or gentle piano, moonlight like water, eyes like ripples. What can we do with this meal that has nothing to do with romance? The person is not right, the dish is not right, the utensils are not right, and the environment is not right."

  Her romantic feelings in her heart were slapped away by Zhang Jin's unromantic palm, making Ye Meng a bit angry, pouting and saying: "It's not like that! Beauty, delicious food, and jumping candles are romance! Your dish barely counts as delicious food, do you mean to say I'm not a beauty?"

  Zhang Jin, no matter what, was a man who had been around the block with women. Although he had a deep generation gap with Ye Meng in terms of thinking, he knew that whether it was a woman or a girl, when she was self-absorbed and preening like a peacock, you absolutely couldn't pour cold water on her head. Otherwise, that basin of cold water might just turn into oil for the fire, and the flames that would erupt would be enough to incinerate ten men.

  So when Ye Meng saw the little girl's forehead already had a well-shaped appearance, with signs of bursting out in anger, Zhang Jin could only change his tone, and casually followed along: "Yes, yes, you're a beauty, okay? But this romance is still to be seen in the future which boy will have the good fortune to be with you, let that lucky guy and you, this beauty, be romantic together! Although I'm not your sister's husband now, I should also count as your brother, what kind of sister has a romantic relationship with her own brother!"

  Zhang Jin's failure to understand the situation made Ye Meng pout and throw down the chopsticks she had just picked up, standing up and wanting to walk out: "I'm not eating anymore, I'm so angry."

  Seeing Xiao Yao's childish appearance, Zhang Jin's heart was filled with laughter but he didn't dare to show it, otherwise this little girl would really get annoyed. He quickly put on a sincere and fearful expression, stood up and stopped Ye Meng who was about to leave, and pressed her back into her seat. Then he apologized: "Alright, alright, I was wrong, okay? You're right, romantic, our candlelight dinner is so romantic! Who dares to say this isn't romantic, I'll sue them for slander."

  After much persuasion, Ye Meng finally turned her frown upside down, and their dinner date was back on track.

  Zhang Jin finally got to eat the dishes he had made with his own hands, and as he ate, he couldn't help but praise himself in his heart: "Indeed a master chef, this level... tsk tsk... although the world is big and there are many famous chefs, who can compare to me?" At this moment, he suddenly felt an aura of 'the sun rises in the east, I alone am invincible'. Was this an aftereffect of practicing the "Kuihua Treasure Canon"?

  After swallowing a mouthful of food, he took a sip of the 82-year-old dry red wine that Ye Meng had deliberately brought out to create a romantic atmosphere. He thought it was strange: "The dish is well-made and top-notch. But why does eating the waist flower and drinking red wine feel so awkward?"

  She looked up and glanced at Ye Meng sitting opposite her. After swallowing two mouthfuls of food, this girl had long lost the elegant ladylike demeanor she had forced herself to display earlier to fit in with the romantic atmosphere. Now, with her chopsticks flying about, she was a terrible sight to behold.

  "Girl, didn't you say you wouldn't eat my 'West Lake vinegar fish'? Look at this, I've only had a few bites and half of it is already gone. How do you explain that?" Zhang Jin said with a smile.

  The little girl's brain reacted very quickly, and after a slight pause, she found the reason: "What I said at that time was 'even if you beg me, I won't eat', but I didn't say 'if you don't beg me, I won't eat'!"

  Ye Meng's shameless and absurd excuses made Zhang Jin feel a bit amused, so he continued to tease her saying: "Then if I beg you now, will you stop talking?"

  The little girl's eyes rolled around and she mischievously raised the corner of her mouth: "Are you asking me to eat or not to eat?"

  As soon as Zhang Jin saw Ye Meng's eyes darting back and forth, he knew that this girl was thinking about something, but he didn't expose her and instead asked with interest: "What if you eat it? What if you don't eat it?"

  "If you invite me to eat, I'd like it if you personally cook and have me over for dinner, plus a candlelit dinner is romantic enough, I'll let bygones be bygones and give you face, so let's eat!"

  Ye Meng's expression became even more triumphant, and she continued to say: "If you ask me not to eat it, you also know that in all these years, what I like the most is going against you. You don't let me eat, but I'll eat even more. The more you don't let me, the more I'll eat!"

  Ye Meng's words made Zhang Jin laugh, pointing at the smug little girl and saying: "Aren't you being shameless? Don't your previous words count as promises? I don't know what you've learned from all these years of education, but it seems like you don't even understand the importance of keeping one's word."

  Ye Meng still smiled like a fox who had stolen a chicken, "I only learned 'a great man's word is his bond, and even six horses cannot catch up', but I am a little woman, those have nothing to do with me." After finishing speaking, she once again stretched her chopsticks towards the dish of West Lake vinegar fish.