After modification, enter the love game

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"Be careful! I'm ticklish."

The raised arms are like a swan spreading its wings.

"……Um."

Jiang Mu always felt that his whole body was stiff.

It was so stiff that even a simple double slipknot could not be tied properly.

He was slow, but Ella didn't rush him. She just waited patiently for him to try once and twice, until he was sweating profusely.

About a minute later.

"All right."

Came the young man's voice.

Ella let her hair down and tugged at the edge of her apron.

"It's OK. It's quite sturdy... Um, Jiang Mu?"

She looked at the young man facing her strangely.

"exist."

Jiang Mu frowned.

Look serious.

"Cook, cook, food is the first necessity of the people."

"Well...okay, then you chop this material."

Eighteen years old.

The young man said to himself.

Four years, no, three and a half years...

Three and a half years.

Do I really have to wait until I’m eighteen?

The world here is different from the one I was in before.

Should I adapt to the local customs?

Like seventeen?

Just chasing a girlfriend, seventeen years old, quite reasonable.

Reasonable, huh?

The young man fell into deep confusion.

NO.25 Indirect Kiss

Jiang Mu is cooking.

The huge spatula and the even bigger iron pot look more like weapons than kitchen utensils.

Fireworks swirled around, spitting out dangerous red tongues.

To be honest, cooking Chinese food, especially stir-frying, is not a very cool process.

The most typical example is Li Hua, who just found a small pot to try out his cooking skills and looked as miserable as a dog (Jiang Mu’s original words).

So is there anyone who can look handsome even when cooking?

Have.

Jiang Mu is that.

Broad shoulders, sleeves rolled down to the elbows, revealing firm and graceful forearms, and a serious and focused face.

Even the ugly white cloth covering the hair didn't seem so ugly anymore.

He casually tossed the big iron pot, making people wonder if the pot was not as heavy as it looked.

Lu Long'er looked at the young man timidly, lost in thought.

Lu Ling'er stared blatantly at the young man...who was stir-frying the dishes.

She looked even more absorbed in it than her sister.

"Ask a question!" She raised her hand.

"explain."

Jiang Mu didn't even raise his head.

The tone was like a cook whose legs were being pulled by a dog while cooking.

Lu Ling'er asked excitedly:

"What is this doing?"

"meal."

"What kind of food?"

"Lunch."

"What did you have for lunch?"

"The lunch we eat is for everyone to eat together."

Lu Linger: “…”

She always felt that this kind of perfunctory conversation seemed to have happened more than once.

"You're perfunctory with me!"

The foodie girl protested loudly.

"Yes." Jiang Mu said, "What do you want to do?"

"I'm very angry." Lu Ling'er continued to protest loudly, "I won't forgive you this time!"

Jiang Mu finally raised his head.

His look of disdain made him look like an uncle serving food in the cafeteria.

Lu Ling'er was not willing to be outdone.

stare!

"Miss Chef No. 2." Jiang Mu called.

"Ah? Yes."

"Give her an uncut cucumber."

Ella did as she was told.

Lu Ling'er took the cucumber happily.

The cucumbers harvested in autumn have plenty of rain and suitable temperatures. After peeling off the ugly skin, they are crispy and tender when you take a bite.

Lu Ling'er chewed the cucumber with a "crunch crunch" sound, but her eyes remained stubborn.

"I still won't forgive you!"

"Give her another one."

"Really? Then I forgive you."

Ella nearly cut her hand with laughter.

She understood why Jiang Mu liked to feed Lu Ling'er so much.

Suddenly I envied the boy who would live with this girl in the future.

Just get married, and you will have a wife, a girlfriend, a daughter, and a pet dog.

It's still the same person.

The curry for lunch was delicious.

Jiang Mu had brought the curry cubes from Liu Bujun in advance. The old man was very talented, well-versed in both Chinese and Western cuisine, and was good at cooking foreign dishes, which had rich layers of flavor.

It’s just that Liu Bujun himself is quite arrogant.

When he heard about making a big pot dish, he snorted coldly, "You're going to make this with my fucking curry?"

Jiang Mu took out two love poems as prepared.

It was created specifically for the old lady in the movie, and also borrowed some of the text that Mr. Lu Xun wrote to Mr. Xu, which has a very contemporary feel.

The writing is elegant and the passion is extraordinary.

The next day, Liu Bujun came up and started to scold:

"You only carry one fucking pot!?"

If others see this, they would think that I, Liu Bujun, am unable to do it!

Hurry up and get the pot, one pot for each person!

According to her son, Chef Liu, the old lady was so happy after listening to the poem that evening that she beat two eggs herself and stewed a bowl of egg custard.

Although the egg custard was not formed, too much salt was added and the seasoning was not even.

But the old man enjoyed the meal very much.

…It seems that love poems have a pretty good effect.

So the curry tastes even better.

The classmates brought their meals and gathered in groups of three or four, talking and laughing.

Lu Ling'er has the most positive attitude.

Others took one at a time, but she took two at a time and said she wanted to get one for her sister as well.

Jiang Mu was changing clothes in the kitchen. The second chef was in charge of distribution and had no idea of the foodie girl's sinister intentions.

So when Jiang Mu changed his clothes and came out, he saw the slug girl huddled outside the door with tears in her eyes.

Pinch the corner of his clothes.

Just give it a gentle tug.

"No place for me?"