After modification, enter the love game

"We deliberately selected some raw materials of poor quality, because choosing vegetables is also part of cooking skills."

"So thoughtful?"

Jiang Mu sighed softly.

As expected of Zhang San, he even considered this.

Li Hua ruthlessly exposed: "It's not thoughtful at all. There are not many students in the student union who can cook, and time is tight. We temporarily booked a few stalls in the vegetable market and packed some food to bring back. It would be strange if we could pick out good food."

"..."

Jiang Mu felt that the value of Zhang San's innate civil servant holy body was still soaring.

Officials were amazed at the method of creating jobs and boosting domestic demand, and exclaimed that it was an expert approach.

Even Jiang Mu was almost convinced by this statement, let alone other clear-headed and stupid middle school students.

Everyone praised President Zhang San for his foresight and comprehensive rules.

Zhang San listened to the praise with a smile on his face for half a minute, then modestly put his hands down to indicate that it was all his, Zhang Yueshan's, job.

"Who is Zhang Yueshan?"

A die-hard fan named Li asked.

"Yes, yes, yes, I only recognize Zhang San as the president. Once he is the president, he will be the president for life. The guy named Zhang Yueshan, get out of here!"

Jiang's die-hard fans loudly expressed their support.

"..."

Zhang San couldn't laugh anymore.

"Game start."

Li Hua nudged Jiang Mu's shoulder with his elbow: "Are we on the same team?"

"Since you have asked sincerely, I will mercifully agree to your request."

"What are you doing? I'm going to get some raw materials."

Although Li Hua is not very good at cooking, he is still very good at choosing dishes.

For example, xx belongs to cold, xx is suitable, xx is taboo, xx method is suitable, etc., he can explain it clearly.

The nature of these people is similar to that of the group of fishermen who never catch any fish and who understand the habits of fish best.

Jiang Mu thought for a moment and said, "Whatever. Meat, vegetables, rice or noodles. As long as the quality is acceptable."

Li Hua raised his eyebrows: "Wow, you are very confident in your cooking skills?"

"I am very confident in Lu Ling'er's appetite."

"...makes sense."

"One more thing, take as much as you can."

"Okay, what about you? Go find the judges to get a backdoor?"

"How do you talk like that? Am I that kind of person?"

Jiang Mu said confidently, "I just went to get in touch with my deskmate, and my deskmate just happened to be a judge."

"roll roll roll."

As soon as Jiang Mu arrived backstage, he saw that Zhang San had already stopped two classmates who seemed to want to get close to the judges.

The girl looked at him disdainfully: "How dare you stop me? Do you know who I am?"

"do not know."

Zhang San took out paper and pen.

"Tell me, which class are you from?"

"It's good that you don't know. President, I just came to see you. Bye!"

The girl turned and left.

Zhang San: "..."

He looked at the other boy.

"What about you? Are you leaving too?"

"That's not the case. I'm not a contestant. I just came to meet my cousin."

"Who is your cousin?"

"Lin Yida."

Zhang San was stunned: "Who is that?"

"Oh, he wasn't very satisfied with this name, thinking it was too plain, so he was called Lin Tian in school... That's not right, I heard from my uncle that he was a judge?"

Lin Tian, ​​who just walked out the door: "..."

His face darkened and he quickly pulled the boy aside.

Seeing this, Jiang Mu walked over with a swagger.

And because his walking posture was too arrogant, he was stopped by Zhang San.

"What are you doing?"

Zhang San squinted his eyes and asked, "Are you saying that you are not a contestant either?"

“It doesn’t have to be that.”

"...Guess whether I believe it or not."

Zhang San felt that he was crazy to believe Jiang Mu’s lies.

Jiang Mu: "What if I report your views on the old society?"

Zhang San thinks it's okay for people to go crazy occasionally.

Jiang Mu arrived at the backstage smoothly. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Lu Linger eating happily.

……Um?

He thought carefully about why he came to see her.

Oh, because she's a judge on a cooking competition.

Are you sure you can eat later?

Jiang Mu had a strange look on his face. He walked lightly and moved closer to her.

From this perspective, she is truly a beautiful girl.

With her perky breasts, proud ponytail, plump cheeks, and cheerful mood while eating, she looks like a sunflower smiling towards the sun.

The most eye-catching thing is actually the lips, which are pink and tender with a jelly texture.

Mixed with a little glossy color, it appears more real and moist.

No wonder Lu Ling'er said that when her parents were eating at home, they would suddenly stuff food into her mouth for no reason.

Because feeding her is something that can easily make people feel better.

In fact, Jiang Mu often does this.

When I have some spare money, I buy some konjac noodles, instant noodles, spicy strips, sausages, etc. from the convenience store.

One day when he was feeling down, he would smile and take out a bag of snacks from under the desk and wave it in front of the foodie girl.

When she looks at me with pitiful eyes, I hand it to her and enjoy the vivid pantomime of "from sadness to joy".

After a month, Lu Ling'er had even developed a certain habit with him.

As long as Jiang Mu puts his hand into the desk.

Whether you are taking books or stationery.

No matter what Lu Ling'er was doing at the time.

She would immediately put down what she was doing, turn her head and lower her eyebrows.

His eyes were drawn to it like a magnet.

And with the anticipation and concentration of finding one's name on a report card, he stared at someone's hand that was reaching deep into the desk.

No detail is missed.

If Jiang Mu took out snacks.

The girl will be visibly happy.

I no longer do my homework, attend classes, or show up in chat groups.

Smilingly, she stretched out her white and tender hands and spread them out.

And he showed a slightly flattering expression that made people think of "begging for food".

Although it's a bit rude.

But that expression really looks like a golden retriever with its tongue sticking out and panting.

The type that keeps wagging its tail.

What if what you take out is not a snack?

Lu Ling'er wouldn't be too disappointed either.

A girl like her will never be disappointed for too long no matter what happens.

At most you will feel depressed for a few seconds and then turn your attention back to what you were doing before.

And sincerely looking forward to the next time Jiang Mu reaches into the desk...

Pavlov called him an expert.

Because the positive feedback is too strong and too pleasing to the eye.

In the past two weeks, Jiang Mu would reach into the desk when he had nothing to do... and then Lu Ling'er would cast a look at him.

Then, because the teacher suspected that the two of them were playing with their phones during class, they were both punished to stand outside the door...

Occasionally, you would run into the principal who was punished to sweep the floor for littering melon seed shells.

It's a joyful occasion.

Backstage.

Jiang Mu looked at Lu Linger who was eating happily and smiled silently.

About five seconds later... the girl seemed to realize something.

She held the spoon in her mouth like a large golden retriever that was suddenly kicked on the butt while eating food.

Turn your head left and right.

He saw one of his owners at a glance.

"Yo."

Jiang Mu smiled and waved.

"Yeah." Lu Ling'er nodded.

She thought for two seconds, then pulled the spoon, which she had licked clean, out of her lips.

Scoop another full spoonful of rice.

Pass it over.

"Are you going to eat?"

"…No, thank you."

Jiang Mu always felt that when it came to eating, this girl's limited intelligence would be spent on appreciating the food.

It has a sense of comedy similar to the skit "Eating Noodles" where the lines "Don't just eat, say the lines." "Lines!" "Lines!" "Lines!"