Lei Feng System

The chance of performance has been messed up. Lucia was about to go to the living room to comfort Guo's mother. By the way, he had a conversation with her ex-husband and son. However, Thunder rolled in his sleeves, and naturally picked up the apron Guo's mother had worn before and put it around. Body.

Lucia's leg that had just been lifted retracted again, as if washing the fruit seriously.

"What kind of food tonight?" Lei Ting's lips were almost on the young man's earlobes, his gesture of indescribable intimacy.

Han Zhuoyu turned his head and hid, thinking slowly while thinking, "Make red wine stew, chicken matsutake, lime prawns, mixed lettuce, Chinese steak, lotus and seasonal vegetables, cod with sauce, and creamy bean soup. Eight dishes, It should be enough, right?" In order for Lucia to behave well, Guo's mother bought all the ingredients for western food, so he had to come to a fusion of Chinese and Western food.

"Enough, I'm in charge, you are in charge of cooking." Lei Ting nodded, took out a packet of soy flour, added an appropriate amount of water to make a paste, and then cut the cleaned vegetables into silk, or into strips, or slices. In pieces, stacked in different bowls.

Han Zhuoyu marinated the remaining steaks and fried them one by one on the iron rack, stirring the beef stewed in the pot from time to time.

Lei Ting seemed to think of something, and said enthusiastically, "Why don't you teach me the cold lettuce last time?"

"Yes." Han Zhuoyu nodded.

Lei Ting soaked the cleaned lettuce in salt water for later use, and then took a small bowl to adjust the sauce. When he picked up the vinegar bottle, he was stumped. He whispered, "How much is 45 milliliters of vinegar?" There are various kinds of vinegar in the kitchen at home. All kinds of measuring instruments are made as delicate as doing experiments, but there is nothing in the old house.

"For a large spoon like this, one spoon of liquid is about 15 milliliters, and if it's solid, it's about 15 grams; for a small spoon like this, one spoon of liquid is about 5 milliliters and 2 grams of solid. Remember?" Han Zhuoyu Pick up two adjusting spoons, one large and one small.

"Remember, 45 milliliters is three spoons." Lei Ting touched his nose, and continued to add some light soy sauce, sesame oil, sugar, chicken essence, salt, and minced garlic. Stir it evenly; then cut the dried chilli twice. Put in hot oil and saute; then take out the soaked lettuce, and pour the mixed sauce and sauteed dried chilies all over the leaves. The crispy sound of Zrazra is very pleasant to hear. Have an appetite.

"How do you taste it?" Thunder took the tenderest leaf to his lover's mouth.

Han Zhuoyu opened his mouth, sucked into his mouth little by little, chewed, chewed, swallowed, and gave a thumbs up.

The youth's lips were especially rosy and delicious because of the sesame oil. Thunder couldn't hold it, so he licked the corner of his mouth, and finally took a sip that was still inexplicable and made a muffled sound.

Han Zhuoyu's ears were reddish, and he gently elbows the man's abdomen.

"It hurts! Baby, you're so cruel!" Thunder moaned exaggeratedly, hugged his lover's neck and pecks tightly, and laughed triumphantly while kissing.

He clearly didn't want to listen or watch, but Lucia's gaze could not be removed from the man who raised his head and laughed, and his expression was extremely gentle. She originally thought that Thunder only belonged to the army, and Thunder's hands only knew how to hold all kinds of weapons, but she didn't expect him to have such a family side. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she could hardly connect the man in front of her in a fancy apron with the soldier with a sharp uniform.

She had imagined countless times that this man became soft and romantic because she loved her, but after three years of hard work, she finally gave up. Why did Guo Yinghe call her back? If she doesn't come back, she can comfort herself that this man will not change for anyone, this man will always be a machine that doesn't understand emotions! This failed marriage was not my fault at all.

Not reconciled, really reconciled! Just don't love, but why do you want to fall in love with a man?

Fingers convulsed nervously, and the fruit plate held in the palm fell to the ground with a bang, cherry tomatoes and grapes rolled all over the floor, and the light red juice appeared extremely dazzling on the snow-white floor. Lucia hurriedly knelt down to pick it up, and quickly put away all the emotions in her eyes.

"Forget Lucia, come out. Staying inside will only add confusion to them." Guo Yinghe changed a pair of new trousers and went to the study to see his grandson who was concentrating on his homework. As soon as he came downstairs, he heard a noise in the kitchen. The expectations of the ex-daughter-in-law could not help being greatly reduced. It hasn't changed at all for three years. I only speak nicely. I don't know how to do housework, let alone take care of people. Is it really okay to let my son get back with her?

But since it's called back, let's try it. Guo Yinghe shook his head and motioned Lucia to go upstairs to accompany his grandson to do his homework.

"Okay, Mom." Lucia happily agreed. As long as the son can't do without his mother, can Thunder still push her away regardless of his son's wishes? Anyway, it is impossible for him and Han Zhuoyu to get married. She didn't believe that the long time spent together could not save her ex-husband's heart. Only the marriage relationship between a man and a woman is protected by law. What is Han Zhuoyu? He doesn't even have the qualifications to be a junior!

Entering the study with confidence, Lucia pulled a stool and sat next to her son, and asked softly, "Does the baby have any questions? Mom will help you."

Lei Chen hesitated.

"I'm going to eat soon. The baby should do his homework before the meal, and he can play with confidence later. Let mother help you?" Lucia took out her rare patience and coaxed. I used to suspect that my son was mentally retarded, and I felt ashamed to even look at him more, but now I look into his aura of enchanting eyes, and I just feel that no amount of love is enough. This is her son, so cute and so smart.

Thinking of assemble the Transformers with his fathers after dinner, Lei Chen nodded and pointed to one of the arithmetic problems, "This won't be possible."

"Okay, let me see." Lucia pulled the workbook and looked intently, her face slowly turning green.

Like the title: There are three numbers that can form three different three-digit numbers. The sum of these six three-digit numbers is 2886. Find the smallest three-digit number among all such six three-digit numbers.

Nima, is this a problem that children in the first grade of elementary school will do? My son has just turned seven. He should be in the first grade of elementary school, right? Did the teacher send the wrong workbook? She learned fashion design, not mathematics, so she couldn't even understand the topic, okay? Lucia wanted to scratch the wall.

"What should I do?" Lei Chen blinked and asked with big eyes when she hadn't spoken for a long time.

"Uh, let mom think about it." Lucia wiped the sweat from her head and picked up the pen to write and paint pretentiously.

"Are you writing the formula? But I don't understand any of them." The cunning in Lei Chen's eyes flashed away.

"This question is too difficult for you, at least for high school students. Did your teacher make a mistake?" Lucia put down the pen and asked embarrassedly.

"No, the teacher said that these questions are based on my level, as long as you think carefully, you should be able to do it." Lei Chen waved his hand, "Forget it, I'll go and ask Dad, he can do all the questions."

The little guy took the exercise book and ran downstairs, shouting, "Dad, I don't know this question, you can help me see it!"

Lucia quickly followed.

"What question? Your mother can't?" Guo Yinghe stopped the grandson who was passing by the living room.

"She can't even understand the topic." Lei Chen also inherited Han Zhuoyu's habit of talking directly, and didn't save face at all.

Lucia wanted to find a hole to drill down.

"Grandma will help you to see." Guo Yinghe took the workbook and looked at it for a while, his expression seemed to be constipated.

"Call your father, and grandma won't." Guo Yinghe felt much better with his former daughter-in-law at the bottom.

"Dad, Dad, this question won't work, you can help me see it." Lei Chen ran to the kitchen door.

"Okay, here we are." Han Zhuoyu took off his apron, and told Lei Ting to be optimistic about the fire, and went to the coffee table in the living room to do the question.

I thought the grandson was shouting as a son, but it was Han Zhuoyu who walked out, and the expressions of the two seemed so familiar and natural, which shows that they usually yell like this. Guo Yinghe only felt that his chest was congested, two fathers and one son, what is such a family of three? Speaking out must make people laugh to death!

"This question should be solved like this. Look," Han Zhuoyu said as he wrote down the process on the paper, "because the three numbers appear twice in the hundreds, tens, and ones respectively, so divide 2886 by 222 to get three. The sum of three digits. Suppose the three digits are a, b, c, then the sum of 6 different three-digit numbers is = (a+b+c)×100×2+(a+b+c)×10 ×2+(a+b+c)×1×2=(a+b+c)×222=2886 that is, a+b+c=2886÷222=13 among all such 6 three-digit numbers, the smallest The three-digit number is 139."

"It turned out to be so, I understand." Lei Chen nodded, holding the exercise book and went up again.

Lucia's face turned pale and red, red and white, so wonderful. There is a genius son. If he doesn't have the same high IQ, he really can't handle it. He can't even handle such small tasks as tutoring. What should he do in the future? She raised her forehead, her confidence was severely frustrated again.

Guo Yinghe is also considering this issue. She didn't want to waste her grandson's talent, but it was obvious that only by staying with Han Zhuoyu could he inspire his talent 100%, and lead him to see higher and go further. If her grandson can achieve Han Zhuoyu's achievements in the future, she will of course be happy, no, maybe it is more appropriate to say that she is ecstatic.

If you separate your son and Han Zhuoyu, will your grandson hate yourself? Will it be autistic again because of unbearable stimulation? The more Guo Yinghe thought about it, the more headache he got.

After an hour and a half, the Lei family came back one after another, sitting around the table full of dishes.

"Tonight's food is very rich, right? Xiaoya made it? The combination of Chinese and Western, good! It is worthy of training abroad for so many years." Old man Lei laughed and praised, and then put a piece of fragrant red wine beef stew into his mouth. Chewing, eyes brightened instantly.

The beef is stewed soft and waxy. Put it into your mouth and melt directly. The rich meat taste is mixed with the sweetness of red wine, the spicyness of basil leaves, the freshness of carrots, and the scent of onions. It spreads layer by layer on the taste buds. Bring endless taste enjoyment. Elder Lei ate one piece and immediately ate the second piece, and he couldn't stop.

"Dad, these dishes are all made by Xiaoyu." Guo Yinghe glanced at Lucia, who had an ugly face, and couldn't count the credit for her in front of her son and grandson.

The smile on Elder Lei's face solidified, and suddenly he felt that the food in his mouth was not so delicious.

Lei Xingbang was about to pick up the vegetables, and he didn't close his hands when he stopped in the air.

The atmosphere in the restaurant became awkward in an instant.

[Host, it seems that you are very unpopular in Lei's house. They didn't cry and beg you to be with Thunder. ] 9527 is very dissatisfied with the negative energy radiated by Lei's family.

‘With the power of the Lei family, I only need them to separate us hard without using any means. Why bother about other people's views? I only care about the people I care about. Han Zhuoyu picked up a chopsticks dish for Lei Ting, who was stern, and Lei Chen, who was equally upset.