Celestial masters don't count

It took more than an hour to tidy up the guest room back and forth. Mao Jiu and Xiao Shan didn't have many things, so they just put them away.Another point is that the guest room is quite clean, and the apartment is cleaned regularly.Bed sheets and the like are also cleaned regularly, and they are quite clean.

By the time everything was done, it was completely dark.In summer, there are long days and short nights, and it is almost after dinner time when it gets dark, so both of them are very hungry.

Mao Jiu stretched her waist and said, "Let's go, Xiao Shan. Brother Jiu will cook for you."

Xiao Shan felt a little reluctant to go downstairs, and the thoughts in his heart showed on his face.

Mao Jiu asked: "What's wrong? Are you... afraid of dogs?"

Although it was embarrassing, Xiaoshan still acquiesced.

He was scared by dogs when he was a child, and now he has psychological shadows.

Mao Jiu patted him on the shoulder and laughed loudly: "What's so scary about a dog? It's still a dog that looks so stupid. Brother Jiu tells you that as long as you are fearless in your heart, you are not afraid of anything!"

Xiao Shan asked curiously: "Is Brother Jiu also like this when he sees a big goose?"

Mao Jiu's smile froze on his face, and he said with some embarrassment: "Yes, yes."

"Brother Jiu is so amazing! I, I'll give it a try." Xiao Shan clenched his fists and puffed out his chest, and said with a serious face.

Mao Jiu followed behind Xiao Shan, and for some reason seemed to hear the rough and triumphant cry of the big goose, and suddenly turned her head.After a long silence, "Tsk, I scare myself."

That's what he said on his mouth, but he unconsciously quickened his pace.It is enough to show how important the terrifying creature like the big goose was in the shadow of Mao Jiu's childhood.

Fortunately, the two didn't meet the husky after they went downstairs, so it was probably locked up.Xiao Shan breathed a sigh of relief, while Mao Jiu walked past Lu Xiujue who was reading a book on the fabric sofa in the living room without looking sideways, and walked towards the kitchen.

When I opened the refrigerator, I found that there were plenty of meat and vegetables inside.Mao Jiu frowned and pondered which dish to cook, but in fact he didn't know much, they were all home-cooked.And I don’t do it often, only once in a while when I’m in a good mood.

Master is in charge of cooking at home, and every time he cooks in a good mood, master will cry and eat up all the dishes, leaving him not even a bite.

Lu Xiujue suddenly appeared behind him and asked, "Do you want to cook?"

Mao Jiu looked back and couldn't help being surprised again.

I saw that Lu Xiujue had already changed his attire. He was wearing a light gray polo T-shirt, which outlined his good figure.According to Mao Jiu's sharp eyes, he can be sure that the abdominal muscles under the clothes are absolutely evenly distributed and covered by a thin layer of muscles, without knots or distortions, full of strength and beauty.The lower body is a pair of loose cropped slacks, revealing the ankles, making the legs look very long.With drooping blue slippers, she leaned against the door.

Wearing gold-rimmed glasses on the face, it is less sharp and aggressive, and more elegant and gentle.The facial features are extremely standard, and the eyes are like lacquer spots. When you look over, you seem to be looking at your lover, full of inexhaustible feelings.

Mao Jiu shook her arms, almost startled by her own imagination.He looked away, his ears burning.Fortunately, he has controlled his facial expressions to the point of proficiency, even if the volcanic lava erupts in his heart, the surface is as calm and stable as a dog watching meat.

He responded softly, only to find that his voice was a little twisted, almost revealing his heart.

Lu Xiujue looked at Mao Jiu with a smile in his eyes, and said after a while: "Gas, electricity, pots, pans, shovels and ingredients are all mine."

Mao Jiu accidentally squeezed the tomato in his hand, and the red juice spread down the white palm between his fingers and dripped onto the floor.Suddenly, I felt a scorching gaze staring at my hand, but when I turned around, I only saw Lu Xiujue's complacent look with downcast eyes and a faint smile.

Putting the crushed tomato on the cutting board, Mao Jiu turned on the tap and rinsed it slowly.

"The water...is mine too."

Suffocate the action of rinsing, then turn off the tap.Mao Jiu asked, "How much?"

"Ok?"

Mao Jiu smiled ferociously: "I'll pay."

"It's mine, and whether I sell it or not depends on my mood—" Seeing that Mao Jiu was on the verge of breaking out, Lu Xiujue changed his words and said, "Of course, I heard that you are the lifesaver of the third child. I won't be so stingy... Press The market price is calculated. I will give you a discount, and you will be free of ingredients, pots and pans, etc. But you have to pay for water and electricity.”

Mao Jiu smiled: "It should."

Lu Xiujue nodded, and stopped to persuade him who was about to leave: "Actually, you don't have to be angry, after all, you are the lifesaver of the third child... Although I don't know what moisture is in it... But my old Lu family is I won’t treat you badly. Why don’t you move out? Hey, have you ever lived in the presidential suite? There are all kinds of high-end facilities in it, which are enjoyed by the emperor, and I will pay for it. You——go live with the kid outside.”

Mao Jiu turned around, picked up the knife and slashed at the cutting board.The tone was indifferent: "No."

Lu Xiujue's heart beat faster, and he said, "If you don't like staying in a hotel, I'll arrange another high-end apartment with free water and electricity. You can stay as long as you like."

Mao Jiu took out the carrot from the refrigerator, chopped it off one by one, and stared at Lu Xiujue... a certain part.

Lu Liushao felt inexplicably painful, shrugged and left bored.

Mao Jiu stared at the carrot on the cutting board, grinning grimly, chopped it into small pieces.

Listening to the fast and rhythmic sound of chopping chopping boards coming from the kitchen, Lu Xiujue smiled unconsciously.A little smug, a little fun, a little happy and a little pain.

No one knew, but when facing Mao Jiu, Lu Xiujue's heartbeat was messed up for a moment.In particular, that one-thousand-thousand-turned response was almost embarrassingly stiff.

After finally calming down, his eyes were fixed on the white hand stained with red tomato juice.The red and white complement each other, which is extremely charming.

Lu Xiujue uncontrollably imagined the scene of licking that hand in his mind - fortunately he stopped in time, otherwise he would really be embarrassed.

Thinking of this, Lu Liushao felt a little sad again. It was rare to meet such a person who fit his heart, but...he was not gentle at all.

Mao Jiu, who is not gentle at all, chops and stir-fries vegetables like he would deal with an enemy who destroys his family, and he cooks with a murderous look.After tossing and tossing for a while, he brought a plate of fried carrots with lean meat and scrambled eggs with tomatoes to the table, and went out of the kitchen to call Xiao Shan to eat.

After Xiaoshan heard this, he followed into the kitchen, and Lu Xiujue was curious about what kind of dishes Mao Jiu could cook, so he followed him in.I was quite surprised to see two beautiful dishes on the white wooden table.

But thinking about Mao Jiu's country attire, I can understand it. Rural children are already in charge of their families.

It looks good and smells good too.

Mao Jiu came over with two bowls and chopsticks, and when he saw Lu Xiujue there, he asked, "Mr. Lu, have you eaten?"

Lu Xiujue raised his eyebrows, and replied in a very well-bred manner: "No."

"Together?"

"No. I'm afraid of being poisoned to death."

Mao Jiu sneered: "What are you talking about, Mr. Lu, no matter how poisonous the poison meets your tongue, it will die down."

Lu Xiujue smiled lightly and sat down, just watching.

Xiao Shan does not participate in the fight between the two, and acts silently as a mute.There are two bowls of rice...is it porridge?It seems that there is no rice soup, so... probably rice?

Mao Jiu and Lu Xiujue looked at each other coldly, and took the bowl from Xiao Shan without raising their eyes.

Lu Xiujue glanced at what was in the bowl, whether it was porridge or rice, and showed a slight interest.

Xiao Shan was so hungry that he said first, "Ninth brother, I ate it." Then he put down his chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat, put it in his mouth, chewed it twice, and spit it out with a wow.

Mao Jiu widened her normally serious round eyes and asked Xiao Shan, "What's wrong?"

With a bitter face, Xiao Shan said in a hoarse voice, "Xian, 彁."

How can it be?He bet the same amount as usual.

Mao Jiu pushed the tomato scrambled eggs in front of Xiao Shan, and said, "Then try this, it tastes great."

Xiao Shan stuffed a handful of tomato scrambled eggs into his mouth, and spat it out again with a wow.

Mao Jiu stared like a frightened cat, and asked, "So, what's wrong?"

Xiao Shan was about to cry: "Sweet."

Mao Jiu opened his mouth wide, not believing it.Tasting both, he was so uncomfortable that he wondered if he was still alive.Looking down at the rice in the bowl, uh...porridge?

He murmured, "What I cook is rice..."

Lu Xiujue couldn't believe it. After all, the dishes looked good and smelled delicious. The most important thing was that Mao Jiu had the confidence of a five-star chef when cooking...

He tasted it twice, then ate it calmly, and took out a tissue to wipe his mouth calmly.

Mao Jiu looked at him expectantly.

Lu Xiujue suddenly slapped the table and laughed so hard that his gold-rimmed glasses almost fell off the bridge of his nose.

"It's the first time I've seen hahaha... the first time! Hahahaha, the person who can make the dishes so beautifully, so confidently and yet so unpalatable... is amazing!"

Lu Xiujue gave a thumbs up, laughing wildly while praising.

Mao Jiu was expressionless, and beeped inwardly.

Obviously, from childhood to adulthood, every time the master cooks, he will scramble to finish the food!Every time he eats, he will be moved to tears. Doesn't this prove that he already has the strength of a five-star chef?

Mao Jiu thought with a heavy heart: Is it because of the unacceptable climate?

At this moment, Mao Lao, who was resting on the way to climb the Himalayas, sighed, and once again lit up the aura of his loving father in front of his old friends.

"When our family was nine or five years old, they were fat and obedient. They were soft buns. Once I went out to do errands, and when I came back, I saw Xiaotuanzi wrapped around the little apron I bought for him, holding Cooking with a big spatula. With big round eyes open, he said he felt sorry for Master and wanted to cook for Master...I was so moved that I almost burst into tears—of course tears fell while I was eating."

The old friends were very envious and asked curiously: "Is it too touched?"

Mao Lao had a heavy face: "It's too unpalatable."

The author has something to say: 2333 Mao Jiu doesn't know how to cook, it doesn't matter.Anyway, Liu Shao will light up the five-star culinary skills.