Li Luo was busy preparing food in the kitchen alone.
As a result, just 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 the salt, Zhao Rongjun took the opportunity to stay in the kitchen and give Li Luo a blow.
"When will you change your character of not being able to talk to girls much?"
"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."
"Suppose." Li Luo asked, "You have a girlfriend, and when it comes time to talk about marriage, the other party's family requires you to give a gift of 300,000 yuan in order 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, so I'll give her 300,000." Zhao Rongjun shook his head repeatedly, "Why doesn't she rob a 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."
"Yeah." Li Luo rolled his eyes, "It's indeed quite baffling. It's good that you know. Pass me the soy sauce."
"oh oh."
"Light soy sauce, not dark soy sauce, you got it wrong."
"Is there a difference?"
"One for seasoning and one for coloring. Learn more."
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At half past six 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.
Apart from instant noodles, she has never cooked by herself.
But Ying Chanxi is already used to this.
After all, ever 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 gave them to Xu Youyu and Zhao Rongjun. Then he sat down next to Li Luo and said, "Let's eat."
The four of us sat down to eat together, and I have to say, it felt quite amazing.
After all, they are all fifteen or sixteen year olds, and three of them are still freshmen in high school this year.
Even the oldest Xu Youyu is just a girl in her second year of high school, and her character has not yet fully matured.
Usually when I rent an apartment alone, I don't feel that deeply.
At this time, sitting around the dining table with several peers eating together, there is no sense of adults being present at all. It is indeed very strange and a bit beautiful.
It's as if I'm secretly wearing my father's suit or my mother's high heels, giving me a fresh feeling of imitating the mature posture of an adult.
It's very fun like playing house when you were 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 shredded pork with green pepper, are probably her favorite dishes in Li Luo's mind.
As for the remaining two dishes, they are beef brisket stewed with potatoes and fried vermicelli with bean sprouts, both of which are Zhao Rongjun's favorite dishes.
He has been exposed to both rain and dew.
Zhao Rongjun was still 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, everyone was stunned.
"It tastes very similar to the ones cooked in restaurants outside." Zhao Rongjun couldn't help but said, "Where did you learn that?"
hehe.
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."
"I believe you are the only one who has ghosts." Zhao Rongjun was speechless.
But then he thought about it, Zhao Rongjun thought of Li Luo's high school entrance examination results, and thought of the efforts this guy might have put in behind the scenes, and felt that learning to cook didn't seem to be that difficult for Li Luo.
"Senior, haven't you cooked here before?" Ying Chanxi asked curiously while eating.
"How can I not be of this level?" Xu Youyu shook his head repeatedly, "Don't you usually eat at school? On weekends, you can either go home to eat, or you can find a small restaurant downstairs."
"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."
"Ah?" 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, living at home is so boring." Xu Youyu waved his hands repeatedly, "My parents don't care about this, why not rent a house and live alone, just to keep my 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 grew up surrounded by books, 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, my 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." Ying Chanxi said, "But maybe someone is here because it's easier to play on the computer."
After saying that, Ying Chanxi turned to look at Li Luo, smiled slightly and reminded, "I will reset the password for the computer later. I have to supervise you every day and go to bed on time, otherwise I will not be able to explain to my uncle and aunt."
"Do you want to be so strict?" Li Luo was speechless, "I have very good self-control."
"Since you have good self-control, you don't need this password. What if you set one?" Ying Chanxi tilted his head and smiled, "How about I call my aunt and ask her?"
"That's unnecessary." Li Luo waved his hand and said very generously, "You can set the password as you like. I don't usually play much anyway."
Xu Youyu took in all this scene and laughed in his heart, thinking, are you playing on the computer?
I'm afraid you're not coding secretly every day, right?
Chapter completed!