After modification, enter the love game

He really wanted to complain about "Are you sure you want me to use this spoon?"

But consider that this girl is very likely to say, "I am like this at home."

So let’s stop doing it.

Lu Ling'er took three mouthfuls of rice and while chewing, she suddenly reacted.

"Hey? Jiang Mu, why are you here?"

Jiang Mu looked normal.

"I came to see you eat."

"Oh, then take your time to read it."

Another two mouthfuls of rice.

"…No, that doesn't explain why you came here."

Jiang Mu praised: "Congratulations, it only took you ten seconds to react this time, which is more than one percent of the members in the country. Keep it up."

...Although she didn't quite understand the joke, Lu Ling'er subconsciously felt that it was not a good thing to say.

She rolled her eyes coquettishly.

"If you say another insult, I'll get angry and show you."

Jiang Mu took out a sausage from his pocket.

Lu Ling'er accepted it without hesitation.

He peeled off the outer skin and took a bite.

Slurred speech.

"If you say anything bad again, I will definitely get angry and show you."

Jiang Mu: "..."

Here.

That's why he likes to feed.

In other words, the average person in this world is pretty good looking.

If it were Jiang Mu's previous place, Lu Ling'er would have become a little fat girl sooner or later.

He always suspected that when this girl got married, even if her husband wanted to have an affair, as long as he was willing to spend some money to treat him to a luxurious dinner, it would not be impossible for her to negotiate...

"That's actually true."

Jiang Mu said, "I heard that you are a judge for this competition, so I wanted to come over and feel out what you like to eat."

He actually knew what Lu Ling'er liked to eat the most.

After all, this girl’s ID is “Favorite Xiaolongbao”.

But this thing is difficult to make, and two hours is not enough.

Lu Ling'er put down the spoon, and showed some hesitation.

She shook her head.

"I'm a judge and can't reveal this."

Jiang Mu thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll treat you to dinner tonight. What do you want to eat? Besides steamed dumplings."

"thank you so much!"

Lu Linger's smile is as bright as a sunflower.

"Then I want to eat the noodles with soybean paste from Jufuzhai!"

"Okay, that's it."

Jiang Mu achieved his goal and left leisurely.

When I returned to the venue, I saw someone walking towards me carrying two big carrots.

Li Hua said proudly: "You don't know how powerful I was just now."

"tell me the story."

“It’s like this, I just arrived at the vegetable area, and I saw a girl holding two of the best radishes in the area, and she seemed to be hesitating.

She saw me coming and made room for me. I saw that she had two good-looking carrots in her hand, so I said to her, "Although it's very rude, I want to borrow something that's very important to you, is that okay?"

"Then?"

"Then, probably because I was handsome, the girl blushed and put the carrot back immediately."

Li Hua chuckled, "Then I took the carrot away... but for some reason, she showed me her QQ interface. Maybe she wanted to share her Penguin level of one sun with me."

Jiang Mu: "..."

Are you sure she wants to give you a carrot?

"By the way, did you go backstage to get close to them? Did you find out what the judges like to eat?"

"I found out. Have you ever been to Jufuzhai? What are the characteristics of the noodles with soybean paste there?"

Li Hua recalled: "The taste is salty, followed by sour and spicy, and the meat cubes are very large."

"Okay, this is it."

Jiang Mu picked up the frying pan.

"But...if you want to ensure victory, you have to use your brain."

NO.9 Jiang Mu always knows everything【6k】

Lu Linger rushed to the venue and saw Jiang Mu kneading dough at first sight.

Without thinking, she ran over and put her face close to it, like a golden retriever smelling meat.

Zhang San had a good idea. He asked the judges to stay backstage to minimize the possibility of anyone entering through the back door.

In fact, he is not really pursuing fairness and justice.

But as the president, at least during his term, he must appear fair and just...

He understood without any instruction that fairness has always been a fantasy of the lower class and a lie of those in power.

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But Zhang San obviously didn't know Lu Ling'er very well, let alone Jinmao.

You can't expect a golden retriever to sit in its nest and not run to the kitchen until it's full. That's impossible...

Some articles often use "fragrant breezes" to describe some girls, because this word is really beautiful, with a graceful figure and a lingering fragrance, which has a hazy beauty.

It seems that before the arrival of every late autumn, it is always accompanied by the lingering fragrance of osmanthus.

But absolutely no one is more suitable for this word than Lu Ling'er.

Because she really smells like rice.

It’s still Yangzhou fried rice.

As fresh as if just eaten.

Jiang Mu glanced at her sideways and pushed the girl's face away with his flour-covered hands.

"Further."

"Oh."

Lu Linger stepped back obediently.

She subconsciously touched the white on her face, looked at the white flour on her fingertips, thought for a moment, put it in her mouth and sucked it clean.

No taste.

But there is a faint aroma of wheat.

The foodie girl savored the taste and asked casually:

"Why don't you let me come over?"

Jiang Mu thought for two seconds: "The kitchen is a restricted area, canines are not allowed to enter."

"..."

Lu Ling'er suddenly wanted to show her fangs and let someone know that all canines can bite.

Fortunately, the foodie girl’s anger was like a turbulent tide, which came quickly and went away even faster.

She soon found something more interesting.

"What are you doing?"

"meal."

"What's the meal?"

"Lunch."

"What did you have for lunch?"

"The lunch we had was for the judges."

Lu Linger: “…”

She suddenly recalled some very bad memories.

As far as I can remember, it was not long ago, so long ago that she didn’t even know Jiang Mu was called “Jiang Mu”.

That's how this guy treated her.

At that time, the sky was clear and it was midsummer. The two of them were crowded in a hot and dry ramen shop, listening to the squeaking noise of the old electric fan and staring in a daze at the white mist above the big pot.

At that time, they were not very familiar with each other, and Jiang Mu just thought of herself as a girl who was like a canine.

Now that I am familiar with it, I just treat it as a canine creature.

Thinking about it, I miss it quite a bit.

Lu Ling'er asked again and again and finally got the answer she wanted.

"Ah, it's actually noodles with soybean paste."

She was quite happy, like a golden retriever wagging its tail.

"How do you know I want to eat this today?"

Jiang Mu almost broke the noodles.

He glanced at Lu Ling'er quietly.

His expression was like that of an air conditioner repairman who was asked, "Master, what do you do?"

He thought for half a second: "We are in tune with each other."

Lu Ling'er exclaimed politely.

She also thought for half a second.

"Then considering our mutual understanding, could you make two more bowls?"

"...Okay, help me out."

If you make the noodle sauce for jajangmyeon from scratch, two hours is definitely not enough.

Fortunately, Li Hua could solve this problem. He knew where to get the semi-finished sauce, so he ran out just now.

The two fathers cooperated very well. Once the sauce was ready, Jiang Mu would take care of the rest.

The Beijing's fried noodles with soybean sauce is probably the second most popular specialty food after roast duck. It is famous and widely available. Any restaurant will sell fried noodles with soybean sauce. The sauces are varied, the ingredients are different, and even the types of noodles are different.

This kind of food was, of course, the focus of Jiang Mu's cooking studies a while ago.

He learned from Jingyun Private Kitchen, which was opened by Ji Guochang's brother-in-law. The chef in the restaurant was an old-fashioned person who did everything in the most traditional way, so what he taught Jiang Mu was the most traditional stretched noodles.

Stretching noodles is a test of the chef's skills and is not suitable for newcomers to learn. It is not easy for a normal person to make it delicious, let alone taste good, without three to five years of practice, so it is relatively rare.

So Jiang Mu learned it in a week.