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1112. Cooking

As soon as he said this, Song Tan immediately calmed down.

After all, her father is indeed quite unreliable sometimes.

Looking from a distance, the unreliable middle-aged man was trilling his voice, trying to let the whole world hear it——

[Attention, this car is for all men...]

She silently looked away.

Upstairs, Lu Chuan thought for a while, and then the mechanical keyboard made a rapid sound. The irregular keyboard sounds "click, click, click", and the scenes in his mind turned into words one by one.

He was always focused when he was working, but between paragraphs, his mind couldn't help but wander away, thinking about this brand new place.

The exceptionally fresh air made him feel comfortable breathing, and the smart dial could give him three hours of deep sleep data feedback in the morning. Even here, his sensitive body seemed less fragile.

As for the Song family's delicacies, there are also enthusiastic hosts, and... the very interesting Song Tan.

Qin Yun and He Kuang repeatedly emphasized her beauty, but Lu Chuan had been doing this since he was a child, and his focus was not here.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I left the kitchen, I bumped into Lu Chuan who was going upstairs. I glanced at the fresh-keeping bag on Qiao Qiao's hand and was stunned for a moment, then I realized: "Want something for lunch?"

Lu Chuan himself had never had that kind of confident sense of control.

But Qiao Qiao is an uncut jade. She is like a gurgling stream in the mountains, quiet and clear, and can illuminate the noisy hearts of adults.

Your mother and we can still eat the food inside, but you still have to adapt, bring your own food!

Lu Jing, on the other hand, became angry: "My brother is so bad that he even makes lunch for my sister!"

Just like when I was young, I followed Yuan Ming to work from side to side and endured a little bit of wind and rain in poverty.

When we were in the car, we had another disagreement.

But Wulan wanted to sit in a car with Lu Chuan so that they could chat less. Of course Song Tan followed Wulan and wanted to show off...

Teacher Tang had no logic: "You are so young, what can you do if you indulge yourself like this?"

A cousin was a little angry: "What, have you made them in the future?" I boiled tea eggs and steamed sweet potatoes, was it just for lunch? When the weather was warmer, I also made the vegetarian buns and cakes that I brought in the convenience store.

of!

When I saw the leftover fried rice from this morning, I was determined for a moment and asked again: "With the fried rice sandwiched outside the rice ball, will he eat it?"

The old lady was absolutely firm: "You have to go, you want to eat pork."

I have eaten this fried rice ball before!

However, Qiao Qiao also invited Mrs. Tang: "Teacher Tang, will he also go shopping together?"

You knew the Princess and the Pea would understand.

That’s what it should be, right?

He just felt that Song Tan gave people a very strange feeling.

Qiao Qiao thought for a while: "We will set off at four o'clock and arrive in the city at ten o'clock. It will be noon before we can buy clothes. I will take your dad to see the car in the morning..."

Qiao Qiao Youyou said: "Isn't your big pickup truck the same?"

Bad, bad, bad! Qiao Qiao has seen Lu Chuan's craftsmanship before, and nodded repeatedly at this moment: "It's fine for two people. Your mother and we want to eat hot pot, and Lu Jing wants to eat Bobo Chicken."

But Song Tan is different. Her facial features are bright, but her eyebrows are particularly heroic. They are thick and black, and they are full of life without modification.

But I worked hard for Wulan all day yesterday, and today I have a chat with Mr. Tan Tan...

And those eyes.

Next to him was Professor Song's sigh: "He will also say in the future that he should eat more carbohydrates and more fat..."

Lu Chuan smiled and said that he just said "two" casually, nodded, and finished packing the vegetable leaves while cooking rice.

Your eyes are full of trust: "He can just do it! You eat it all!" You then put the plastic bag under the stove and said coldly: "You light the fire for him!"

Why does anyone care?

Qiao Qiao nodded and said deeply: "Pinch two more, one for each person is enough."

I came back to my senses and found that the prefix of the chapter and paragraph off the screen was actually the seven-character "Qiao Qiao". I was stunned for a moment, then I paused with my front finger and quickly deleted it.

Lu Jing had been in my car before and was equally eager to give it a try.

The old lady asked reservedly: "Are they coming back for lunch?"

Wu Lan and Song Tan gathered together and were listening to the fashionable contemporaries from the small city introducing cosmetics to them. The cousin counted how many people were eating today and became amused.

Is that so?

No matter what, Qiao Qiao just remembered that she wanted to eat there at noon, so she quickly left the kitchen and grabbed some sweet potatoes and eggs.



"I'll probably go back."

Thinking back to the boy who was dragged out of the car by me, I remembered this face a long time ago. I only remember the paleness and strength written under your face, and the strong shock and survival in your eyes.

It was Lu Chuan who had the say, and I was helpless. But Yuan Ming thought about it and weighed it up, so he simply said:

Her outward character seems cunning and lively, but her eyes clearly show control - every plant and tree in the countryside, every breath and every breath, seems to be in the palm of your hand.

Still not willing to struggle.

She looks a lot like Qiao Qiao.



Is it possible that another car is full and I have to drive alone?

Lu Chuan raised his wrist and looked at the time: "It's not yet seventy minutes, can it be seven minutes later? You can do some complicated things to take away."

I cooked the stew last night, and the chopsticks made it so neat! This is what I taught you!

But if I want to eat Bobo Chicken for lunch... I'm in a dilemma.

After thinking for a while, he asked again: "With tea egg white vegetable leaves and no big pickles and sauce, can I make two rice balls? Otherwise, it will taste bad if it gets cold."

As for why we eat Bobo Chicken, it probably all depends on Douyin [Bobo Chicken, one-yuan Bobo Chicken].

Moreover, it is obvious that you are attached to your hometown and don’t waste your time and energy, but when you look at the elders in your hometown and the countryside and fields, a small part of the time it seems that everything is out of sight.

Lu Chuan's timing was very accurate. I said it would be seven minutes late, but it was actually just four o'clock when the rice balls were cooked. Then when he was cleaning up and washing his hands, Qiao Qiao was speechless.

The fried rice with fried eggs, chopped green onion and oil residue is then continued to be baked over high heat until it becomes dry, hard, chewy and slightly chewy fried rice. When combined with the rice ball, it will become greasy due to heat and will be more fragrant.

Lu Jing hesitated: "But...but what my brother did...is the same..."

A cousin who was eating and drinking well next to us looked at the two of us with an expression that was hard to describe.

"Have you ever ridden in a pickup truck? Come and experience it!"

It is said that there is no small terror between life and death, enough to make people undergo earth-shaking transformation...

Very contradictory and very boring.

Song Ba Chenghao firmly wanted to take Lu Chuan's car. After all, it was sad to say that Lu Chuan was the only one in the whole family who was willing to talk about cars with me.

Qiao Qiao has nothing to eat!

That's okay...

Qiao Qiao nodded sadly.

Lu Chuan was speechless, but still nodded: "Okay."

It is really difficult for the mother of the future daughter-in-law and the daughter-in-law herself to make a choice.


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