Chapter 1112 1112. Cooking
As soon as he said this, Song Tan calmed down immediately.
After all, her father is indeed quite unreliable sometimes.
Looking from a distance, an unreliable middle-aged man was vibrating his voice, trying to let the whole world hear it——
【Look at this, this car is for all men...】
She looked away silently.
Upstairs, Lu Chuan thought for a moment, and then the mechanical keyboard made a rapid sound. The irregular keyboard sounds of "click, click, click" were heard, and the scenes in his mind turned into words one by one.
He is always focused when working, but between paragraphs, his mind can't help but wander away, thinking of 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 food, there are also enthusiastic hosts, and... 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.
He just felt that Song Tan gave people a very strange feeling.
She looks very similar to Qiaoqiao.
But Qiao Qiao is an uncut jade, her whole person is like a gurgling stream in the mountains, quiet and clear, and can illuminate the noisy hearts of adults.
But Song Tan is different. She has bright facial features, but her particularly heroic eyebrows are thick and dark, and they are vibrant enough without modification.
And those eyes.
Her outward personality seemed cunning and lively, but her eyes clearly showed control—every plant and tree in the countryside seemed to be in the palm of her hand with every breath she took.
Lu Chuan himself has never had this kind of confident sense of control.
Furthermore, she is clearly attached to her hometown and does not hesitate to go to any lengths, but when she looks at the elders in her hometown and the countryside and fields, most of the time she seems not to notice anything.
It’s very contradictory and interesting at the same time.
Thinking back to the girl who was dragged out of the car by him, he couldn't remember that face for a long time. He only remembered that paleness and fragility were written on her face, and her eyes were full of shock and survival.
There is still an unwilling struggle.
Just like when I was young, I followed Lu Jing to work from side to side, and I was so poor that I couldn't withstand any wind and rain.
It is said that there is great terror between life and death, enough to cause a person to undergo earth-shaking transformation...
is that so?
When he came back to his senses, he found that the suffix of the chapter and paragraph on the screen was actually the word "Song Tan". He was stunned for a moment, and then he paused with his fingers and quickly deleted it.
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Wulan and Lu Jing gathered together, listening to the fashionable peers from this big city introducing cosmetics to them. The seventh cousin counted that there were far fewer people eating today, and couldn't help but feel happy.
Song Tan also invited Mrs. Tang: "Teacher Tang, would you like to go shopping together?"
The old lady asked reservedly: "Are you coming back for lunch?"
“I probably won’t come back.”
Song Tan thought for a while: "We will set off at nine o'clock and arrive in the city at ten o'clock. It will be almost noon to buy clothes. I will take my dad to see the car in the afternoon..."
The old lady did not hesitate: "Then I won't go, I want to eat pork."
Next to him is Professor Song’s sigh: “You used to say you should eat less carbohydrates and less fat…”
The chopsticks made the stew last night so neatly! Without any hesitation!
Teacher Tang has his own logic: "I am already so old, what can I do if I indulge occasionally?"
Unexpectedly, as soon as he left the kitchen, he bumped into Lu Chuan who was coming downstairs. He glanced at the zip-keeping bag in Song Tan's hand, was stunned, and then realized: "Want something for lunch?"
Song Tan nodded sadly.
She knew the Princess and the Pea could understand.
Lu Chuan raised his wrist and looked at the time: "There are still twenty minutes left, is it okay to be five minutes later? I'll do some simple things to take away."
Very good! Song Tan had seen Lu Chuan's craftsmanship before, and nodded at this moment: "It's enough for two people. My mother and the others want to eat hot pot, and Qiao Qiao wants to eat Bobo Chicken."
As for why you eat Bobo Chicken, it probably all depends on Douyin [Bobo Chicken, Bobo Chicken for one yuan per skewer].
Lu Chuan was a little speechless, but still nodded: "Okay."
I thought for a while and then asked: "Is it okay to make two rice **** with tea egg whites, vegetable leaves and pickles with sauce? The rest may not taste good if they are cold."
Song Tan nodded and said seriously: "Pinch two more, one for each person is not enough."
Lu Chuan smiled and said "two" without saying anything. Then he nodded and started to collect the vegetable leaves while cooking the rice.
When he saw the fried rice left over from this morning, he hesitated for a moment and then asked: "Would you like to eat it if you put the fried rice in the rice ball?"
The fried rice with fried eggs, chopped green onion and oil residue is then continued to be baked over low heat until it becomes dry, hard, chewy and slightly chewy fried rice. When combined with rice balls, it will not become greasy when it is cold and will be more fragrant.
How can Song Tan not eat it?
Her eyes were full of trust: "You just do it! I'll eat it all!" Then she put the plastic bag in her hand on the stove and said enthusiastically: "I'll light the fire for you!"
Cousin Seventh, who was eating and drinking well next to him, looked at the two of them with an expression that was hard to describe.
Qiaoqiao was happy: "Brother is so kind. He even made lunch for my sister!"
The seventh cousin was furious: "Why, haven't I made this before?" He boiled tea eggs and steamed sweet potatoes, wasn't it just for lunch? I also made vegetarian steamed buns and pancakes that are convenient for takeout when the weather was warm before!
Qiaoqiao hesitated: "But...but what my brother did...is different..."
He hasn’t even eaten that fried rice ball!
But whether he should eat Bobo Chicken for lunch... He was in a dilemma.
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Lu Chuan's timing was very accurate. He said it would be five minutes late. In fact, it was exactly nine o'clock when the rice **** were ready. After tidying up and washing hands, Song Tan, who knew the time, was speechless.
When we got in the car, everyone had another disagreement.
Song Sancheng wanted to take Lu Chuan's car without hesitation. After all, sadly, Lu Chuan was the only one in the family who was willing to talk to him about cars.
Qiaoqiao has never ridden in his car and is equally eager to try it.
But Wulan wanted to take a car with Lu Chuan so that they could chat more. Of course, Lu Jing followed Wulan and wanted to show off...
Song Tan couldn't help but be speechless: "My little pickup truck isn't that big of a deal, right?"
How come no one cares about it?
Is it possible that another car is full and I can drive alone?
That’s not impossible…
This was not something Lu Chuan had the right to say, and he was helpless. However, Lu Jing thought about it and weighed it up, so she simply said:
“I haven’t ridden in a pickup truck yet, let me try it out!”
It is really difficult for the future daughter-in-law’s mother and the daughter-in-law to make a choice.
But I worked hard for Ulan all day yesterday, so today I want to talk more with Tantan...
It should also be right?
Update 1. It's daytime!
(End of this chapter)