After modification, enter the love game

However, people can cleverly use their memories to give themselves the illusion of traveling back in time.

This is what human beings are like, traveling freely through the passing time, adding a touch of slightly sweet sugar to their bitter life.

Of course Lu Ling'er couldn't understand. Among the girls Jiang Mu knew, probably only Ji Suyi could understand Jiang Mu's emotions at that time.

Because there is a kind of experience that can only be brought by suffering.

——However, Lu Linger has her own method.

"But I feel like you probably like cake, at least the cake that night."

she says.

"I searched a lot of shops before I found a ready-made cake that was similar in shape to that one... To be honest, I'm quite hungry now because I didn't have time to eat breakfast and I used the money for breakfast to buy the cake..."

She blushed a little: "I originally wanted to buy a big cake, but my pocket money was a little insufficient. In fact, I could afford this because I am a regular customer of that cake shop. I especially like to eat their egg tarts. The manager gave me a discount because he saw that I looked familiar..."

The girl looked at Jiang Mu who was eating the cake silently.

Eyes hopeful.

"what about the taste?"

Jiang Mu was silent.

Silence is like clouds in the sky.

For a long time, he said.

"good to eat."

pause.

“This is the most delicious thing I have ever eaten.”

"You're lying again." Lu Ling'er didn't believe it. "You clearly said that when you were eating the cake."

"That was a matter of the previous life, and this is a matter of this life. There is no conflict."

Lu Linger blinked.

“…So it’s possible?”

"Of course you can do that."

Jiang Mu stood up, took a fruit knife from the chopping board, and sat down again.

split into two.

"Cake is good to eat together."

He smiled and spoke softly.

The sound was very far away, so far that it seemed to transcend time.

It was another smile that Lu Linger couldn't understand.

As warm as a spring that moistens the dry desert.

He always seemed to have this expression that she couldn't understand, Lu Ling'er thought.

But still quite handsome.

The girl blushed a little.

But she quickly put this strange feeling behind her.

Lu Ling'er picked up the fork and picked up a huge piece of cake with cream, candy, bread and fruit.

Ouch.

Swallow it whole.

This was the cake she bought, so she ate it with a clear conscience.

It feels more comfortable than eating the potato chips from my sister's room.

Jiang Mu watched Lu Ling'er finish the cake with a smile, and then licked the cream off the plate and fork bit by bit.

"Are you full?" he asked.

"Well……"

Lu Ling'er said pitifully, "Can I say no?"

"of course can."

Jiang Mu said.

Of course I know.

Jiang Muxin said.

The young man was in a very good mood, as good as the cloudless sky today.

He casually took off his apron and threw it on the sofa, as casually as a knight shaking off the bloodstains of the enemy on his sword.

"Eating pancakes so early in the morning is too boring. It doesn't fit my image of a wealthy person at all."

He waved his hand and said, "Come on, I'll take you to a good place!"

Lu Ling'er muttered: "Actually, I think the pancakes are pretty good..."

"They also sell pancakes for breakfast there, and the chef is my teacher."

"Let's go!"

Lu Ling'er immediately became more anxious than Jiang Mu.

Like a golden retriever dragging a rope and forcing a person to move forward.

Jiang Mu didn't care either.

He locked the door with a big smile and led the way.

That brilliant smile made all the neighbors agree that he might be in love.

Because Jiang Mu was in a very good mood at the moment, so good that he couldn't express it in words. Not to mention just treating her to a meal, even if Lu Linger asked him to treat her to a whole year's meal, he would agree.

This smile continued until he brought Lu Ling'er to Jingyun Private Kitchen.

Breakfast is not sold here. It is a treatment only for internal staff. Jiang Mu can be considered half an internal staff and he is very good at talking, so it is not a problem for him to get a free meal.

The staffing in the store remains the same as always, with the boss, the chef, the waiters, and a cute little waitress.

She was indeed a cute little waitress with a slender waist, an ordinary uniform, and long hair mixed with tiny strands of gold.

This kind of girl looks very suitable for standing on the stage in performance costumes, especially those in medieval European style.

—Ella Stuart.

NO.12 Jiang·Death Crisis·Mu

Jiang Mu hasn't seen the Black Swan girl for a while.

This is normal. They are in different classes, and Ella is not the eldest daughter of the Xuanyuan family, who is so wealthy that she can just sit by the window and live a peaceful life.

She had to study, cook every day, copy Jiang Mu's homework, participate in club activities, and seemed to be working somewhere. She was as busy as an industrious little bee, managing her life as neatly as a regular hexagonal beehive.

The unique charm of this girl is that she seems to have so many things to do, but she can still squeeze out some free time to do what she wants when necessary.

For example, she would watch some interesting videos and laugh until she was out of breath, or she would patiently look in front of the mirror and comb her long golden hair little by little until it was as smooth as silk straightened by a woman.

For example, she rehearses and performs the leading role in a play, and then flirts with the poor, weak leading actor who has just escaped from a fire on stage.

Of course, the last item obviously took up a lot of time.

So Ella was extremely busy for half a month after the performance.

Jiang Mu asked Lu Ling'er to sit down first, and then he walked past Ella who obviously didn't see him and went to the back kitchen.

When I walked in, I saw an old man in his sixties, with white hair and beard. He was calm and composed, like a surgeon performing a nerve resection, with hands as steady as Hannibal Lecter.

As the saying goes, "Eating fish in the last ten days of dog days will keep you from feeling uncomfortable in autumn and winter."

It is a good time to eat carp. The old man scraped clean the internal organs and aimed the knife at the rib layer on the inner wall of the abdominal cavity. Without seeing what he was doing, the fat carp was dismembered into two pieces of tender fish meat.

Clean and tidy.

After doing all this casually, the old man turned his head and looked at Jiang Mu, smiling:

"Come and have a meal?"

"Of course, of course." Jiang Mu said with a smile, "I'm entertaining a good friend. She's a foodie and very picky. We went around the whole capital and went hungry for three days, but we couldn't find a restaurant that would eat well. After thinking about it, I think your place is suitable."

The old man was so angry at this obvious lie that he laughed: "Stop talking nonsense."

After a slight pause, he asked, "What to eat?"

The old man’s surname is Liu, his given name is Bujun, and his courtesy name is Paochu. Everyone generally respectfully calls him Liu Zuchu.

As for why he is called Zuchu - because he is the biological father of the chef of this restaurant.

We can probably tell two things from this weird and uncultured courtesy name "Pao Chu".

First, his elder is most likely a cook.

Second, his elders would definitely want him to be a cook…

As for the name, it is also very simple. As the saying goes, a gentleman stays away from the kitchen. Since you are going to be a cook in the future, you should be called Bujun.

Liu Bujun had cursed this name many times and had developed a way of using it in daily language that was full of slander.

He said that when his parents named him, they certainly did not consider that the word "jun" can mean more than just "gentleman", but also "the ruler of a country".

If the times were a bit feudal, executing the entire fucking family would have been the lightest punishment.

He is Jiang Mu’s “teacher”.

At the beginning, Liu Bujun didn't like this cheap apprentice introduced by Ji Guochang.

He knew that Jiang Mu was a child from a wealthy family, and he was probably learning cooking just for the sake of novelty.

Who is Liu Bujun? He is the uncrowned king of Beijing's chef world.

He is not bragging, among his friends in the whole capital, every one of them is good at cooking.

No one could scold him.

So of course Liu Bujun looked down on Jiang Mu.

It's just like the head teacher of the top class looking after the transfer students whose family has a mine.

Your family already has a mine, so why are you planning to get into a good university?

If you can keep up with the course, I will write my name backwards!

Now, Jun Buliu feels that he has been reckless.

He looked at Jiang Mu with disappointment, his eyes probably saying "Why the hell did I meet you only today?"

And also, “How the hell is your family so rich?”

It would be great if I could go bankrupt.

If you go bankrupt, you can concentrate on learning how to cook from me.

Jiang Mu had no idea what kind of beautiful wishes the old man had in his heart.

He said, "My friend is a big eater... If you have time, serve some pancakes first, with lots of green onions and sesame seeds. Oh, and do you have any big dishes you're cooking?"

Jiang Mu knew that in a private kitchen like this, many dishes had to be prepared long in advance, especially dishes like Buddha Jumps Over the Wall. If they were cooked upon order, they might not be served hot until dark.

"Have."

"Okay, if there's any dish that hasn't been reserved, please help whet my friend's appetite." Jiang Mu waved his hand generously, "Money is not a problem!"

"Stop talking nonsense." Liu Bujun blew his beard and glared, "Do I need this little money from your kid?"

Jiang Mu: "..."

He knew this would happen.

Under normal circumstances, Jiang Mu would certainly not mention money.

There are many ways to pay for a meal. There is no need to explain it to the guest in person. Just put some effort into the raw materials. No chef will resist the best ingredients.