Chapter 31 Betrothal gift? (Please follow up!)
Li Luo was busy preparing food in the kitchen alone.
As a result, when he was about to cook, he found that the salt in the kitchen had run out, and he quickly called Zhao Rongjun downstairs to buy salt.
Zhao Rongjun, who had been mute for a long time in the field of girls, heard Li Luo's voice and immediately rushed downstairs without hesitation as if he had heard the edict of amnesty from the world.
After returning from buying salt, Zhao Rongjun took the opportunity to stay in the kitchen and give Li Luo a blow.
"When will you change your inability to talk to girls?"
"I can speak, I just don't want to." Zhao Rongjun said harshly.
"Then let me ask you a question." Li Luo said while cooking, "You have to answer me truthfully."
"You say."
"If. "Li Luo asked, "You have a girlfriend. When it comes time to talk about marriage, the other party's family requires you to give a gift of 300,000 yuan to get married. Will you give it?"
"300,000?!" Zhao Rongjun looked shocked and blurted out, "Is she robbing the money?"
"So your answer is?"
"I'm sick, give her 300,000?" Wan." Zhao Rongjun shook his head repeatedly, "Why didn't she go rob the bank?"
"Okay!" Li Luo patted him on the shoulder, "Remember what you said today and eat more later. "
"What do you mean?" Zhao Rongjun couldn't help but look suspicious, "It's strange to ask such a question."
"Yes" Li Luo rolled his eyes." It’s really baffling. Just give me the soy sauce.”
“Ouch.”
“Light soy sauce, not dark soy sauce.”
“Is there a difference?”
“One for seasoning and one for coloring, learn more.”
...
At six-thirty in the evening, a table full of dishes was brought to the dining room table in the living room, steaming hot and fragrant.
Zhao Rongjun's eyes widened. He didn't expect Li Luo to actually make such a table of dishes.
Xu Youyu on the side was also very surprised. He glanced at the calm Li Luo from time to time, thinking that this guy was not only good at writing books, but he was also good at cooking.
Except for instant noodles, she has never cooked by herself.
Ying Chanxi is used to this.
After all, since she tasted Li Luo's fried noodles and learned that the dishes on the day her father came back were cooked by Li Luo, Ying Chanxi had a clear understanding of Li Luo's cooking skills.
At this time, Ying Chanxi calmly took out the bowls and chopsticks from the kitchen and distributed them to Xu Youyu and Zhao Rongjun, then sat down next to Li Luo and greeted: "Everyone, let's eat."
The four of us sat down to eat. I have to say, this feeling is quite amazing.
After all, they are all fifteen or sixteen-year-old children, and three of them are still freshmen in high school this year.
Even Xu Youyu, the oldest, is just a girl in her second year of high school, and her character has not yet fully matured.
Usually when I rent a house alone, I don’t feel that deeply.
Sitting around the dining table at this time, several people of the same age are eating together, without the feeling of adults being present at all. It is indeed very strange and a little beautiful.
It’s as if you are secretly wearing your father’s suit or your mother’s high heels, giving you a fresh feeling of imitating the mature posture of an adult.
It’s just as fun as playing house when I was a kid, but now it’s like the teenage version of playing house.
“It’s delicious.” Xu Youyu took a bite of Mapo Tofu and his eyes lit up instantly. This is her favorite dish. When Li Luo made it, it tasted very similar to what her mother made. It was extremely delicious.
Li Luo suddenly smiled silently when he heard Xu Youyu's praise.
Tonight’s six dishes and one soup, Coke chicken wings and tomato scrambled eggs are all Ying Chanxi’s favorites.
The two dishes closest to Xu Youyu, Mapo tofu and green pepper shredded pork, in Li Luo's impression, should be her favorite dishes.
As for the remaining two dishes, they are beef brisket stewed with potatoes and fried vermicelli with bean sprouts. They are Zhao Rongjun's favorite dishes.
He has been exposed to both rain and dew.
Zhao Rongjun was a little confused at first, wondering if Xu Youyu had such a big reaction, could it really be so delicious?
After taking a bite of Li Luo's cooking, I was stunned.
"It tastes very similar to the fried food in restaurants outside." Zhao Rongjun couldn't help but said, "Where did you learn that?"
Haha.
Li Luo laughed twice in his heart, thinking that the chef certificate he obtained after two and a half years of studying in a college was for nothing?
But there was no truth in what he said: "Self-taught without a teacher, self-taught."
"You are the only one who believes in you." Zhao Rongjun was speechless.
But after thinking about it, Zhao Rongjun thought of Li Luo’s high school entrance examination results and the hard work this guy might have put in behind the scenes, and felt that learning to cook would not be that difficult for Li Luo. Something happened.
"Senior, haven't you cooked here before?" Ying Chanxi asked curiously while eating.
"How can I not be at this level?" Xu Youyu shook his head repeatedly, "Don't you usually eat at school? On weekends, you either go home to eat, or you find a small restaurant downstairs."
< br>"Is senior's home very close to the school?" Ying Chanxi blinked and asked again.
"It's close." Xu Youyu nodded and pointed to the northwest, "It's in the family building of Qianjiang University."
"Huh?" Ying Chanxi was stunned for a moment, " Then why are you renting a house? Isn't Qianjiang University very close to the No. 1 Middle School? "Oh, it's so annoying to live at home." Xu Youyu waved his hands, "Why don't your parents care about this?" Renting a house to live alone is just to keep your ears clean!"
Li Luo glanced at Xu Youyu and knew what she was thinking.
On the one hand, it was because he didn’t want to be quarreled by his parents, but on the other hand, Li Luo knew very well that Xu Youyu just didn’t want his family to know that he was writing online articles.
In particular, Xu Youyu's father is a well-known professor in the Literature Department of Qianjiang University, and his mother also comes from a scholarly family.
Xu Youyu, who has been surrounded by books since she was a child, was afraid that her parents would take care of her if her family found her writing online articles when she was in high school.
Unlike Li Luo, after a little deception, her mother Lin Xiuhong thought that writing online articles was a very qualified novelist's behavior.
Thinking of this, Li Luo couldn't help but smile.
Xu Youyu caught a glimpse of his smile and couldn't help but ask: "What about you? Why did you move here?"
"Because it's closer to the No. 1 Middle School." Yingchanxi Said, "But someone probably did it because it is more convenient to play with the computer."
As he said that, Ying Chanxi turned to look at Li Luo, smiled slightly and reminded, "I will reset the computer in a while. Password, I have to supervise you every day, and you must go to bed on time, otherwise I will not be able to explain it to my uncle and aunt."
"Do you want to be so strict?" Li Luo was speechless, "I have good self-control. "
"Since I have good self-control, I don't need this password, so what if I set one?" Ying Chanxi tilted his head and said with a smile, "How about I call my aunt?"
"That's unnecessary." Li Luo waved his hand and said very generously, "You can set the password as you like. Anyway, I don't usually play much."
Xu Youyu General I had a panoramic view of this scene, and I laughed in my heart, thinking, are you playing on the computer?
Aren’t you secretly coding every day?
(End of this chapter)