Poor boy and Bai Fumei

Lin Qiao wanted to think about everything, but the only thing he didn't think of was that his aunt suddenly called this morning to say that she couldn't come because of something, and the sumptuous dinner that Lin Qiao had planned was in vain.

Auntie doesn't come to cook, so he...how about trying to cook?

Lin Qiao had never cooked, and even went into the kitchen to fetch things from the refrigerator. He could recognize the pots and pans, but he couldn't tell the difference between the seasonings and so on.

From noon to afternoon, Lin Qiao spent the whole day in the kitchen studying how to cook.

When Lu Juan knocked on the door in the evening, Lin Qiao failed to come up with a decent dish.

Lu Juan frowned and looked at Lin Qiao who opened the door for him. He was wearing an apron, but the belt was loosely tied, and he was holding a spatula in his hand. His face was black and white, and he didn't know what he had rubbed against. He was looking blankly and aggrieved. Landing home safe.

"What are you doing?" Lu Juan really didn't understand how Lin Qiao made himself into such a state.

Before Lin Qiao could answer, there was a burning smell coming from the room. Lin Qiao ran to the kitchen in a hurry, wailing as he ran, "What should I do, my tomato scrambled eggs are mushy again!"

Lu Juan didn't know why, so he followed Lin Qiao into the kitchen. The kitchen was even worse than Lin Qiao's face, as if it had been bombed by an atomic bomb. Didn't come back with tomato scrambled eggs.

Lu Juan sneezed as soon as he walked into the kitchen, and the kitchen was surprisingly choked with smoke: "Why don't you turn on the range hood?"

"Ah? What range hood?" Lin Qiao looked confused.

When he went to school, his aunt came to clean the apartment and cook. When he came home from school, there was only delicious food on the table. Lin Qiao had never seen his aunt cooking, let alone turning on the range hood. .

Lu Ju'an stepped forward and turned on the range hood, staring at the black lump in the pot: "Are you cooking?"

Lin Qiao nodded embarrassedly: "Mmm..."

Lu Juan asked again: "Have you eaten?"

Lin Qiao spent the whole day in the kitchen, and never thought about being hungry at all. Hearing Lu Juan's question, he subconsciously replied that he had eaten. As soon as he said the words, his stomach growled.

Looking at his posture, Lu Juan knew that Lin Qiao must not have eaten, as expected...

Lu Juan sighed, took the black pot from Lin Qiao's hand, put the tomato scrambled eggs that Lin Qiao failed to make into the trash can, and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Lin Qiao stood aside blankly watching Lu Juan wash the pot: "Anything is fine..."

Lu Juan didn't know how to cook this dish, he asked a little helplessly: "Is there any other dish at home?"

Lin Qiao bought a lot of things in the supermarket yesterday, and he followed those aunts to see and learn what to buy. He didn't even know what he bought. I bought a lot of vegetables and put them in the refrigerator.

"It's all in the fridge."

Lu Juan rummaged through the refrigerator, ready to make something simple, and served a bowl of small noodles, he asked Lin Qiao, "Where are the taboos?"

Lin Qiao counted with his fingers: "Don't eat coriander, bean sprouts, ginger, green leafy vegetables and..."

Listening to Lin Qiao talking about what he doesn't eat, Lu Juan felt a little headache: "Then what do you usually eat?"

"Auntie can eat whatever she wants."

He sweetly added: "I will eat whatever you do."