The heroine's brother is salted fish online

"Brother, why did you come back? Uncle He is already hungry." Lu Shuanghua smiled like a flower, and walked past Lu Xiaolei to pick up the vegetable bag in Chu Xiao's hand.

The movements are flowing and flowing, so smooth that people can't see anything wrong.

The sound of brother was so intimate that Lu Xiaolei began to suspect that he and her were real siblings.

Big sister, you are really an experienced actress.

The beauty looked down at the vegetables in her pocket, and whispered: "Oh, there are fish, Mr. He, we will have a good time tonight."

But no, I killed the freshest fish that I got for a half-day price.

After Lu Shuanghua finished speaking, he didn't even look at Lu Xiaolei, he smiled softly at Chu Xiao, and led him into the room sideways.

Only Lu Xiaolei was left standing at the entrance, staring blankly at his own appearance in the mirror of the entrance, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that the word "stupid" was written on it.

Young Master Chu's doom, she still came.

It's really hard to guard against.

Why is she here?It stands to reason that since Lu Yuanzhi entrusted this matter to him, he would not let other people take responsibility again, Lu Xiaolei couldn't figure out the key point for a moment.

I don't have any power or money in my hands, and I use my own money to buy workers a drink. Is it necessary for Old Man Lu to be so afraid of him?

But people are here, so they can't be kicked out. Besides, on the surface, brothers and sisters are also brothers and sisters, and Lu Xiaolei can't do such things as talking about each other's heads.

After entering the house, I saw that Old Man Lu's house had obviously been tidied up hastily. Lu Shuanghua didn't know what kind of ecstasy soup he had poured into the old man. .

Sure enough, no matter what age a man is, he still has no resistance to young girls.

Lu Xiaolei expressed that he was not as good as this level of specificity.

With the participation of women, old man He's house quickly appeared to be in order. Such a delicate beauty is actually wearing a plain dress to help people clean up the house in a dilapidated old building. This Lu Shuanghua is really the same A ruthless person who is willing to put down his figure.

Lu Xiaolei himself still remembered the battle strategy he and Lu Xiaomiao made before, and seeing Lu Shuanghua try not to die, but he couldn't be cowardly when he came to him.

So the brave and wise Comrade Lu Xiaolei turned around and entered the kitchen with his vegetable bag in hand.

Heh, use the best posture to run the most cowardly path, if you can't provoke this young lady, you can always hide from her.

"Do you need help?" Chu Xiao took off his suit and stood at the kitchen door wearing only a simple white shirt, leaning against the door frame still looking graceful.

Lu Xiaolei looked at the other party's snow-white shirt, rolled his eyes, and said with a smirk, "Okay, what are you going to do?"

Chu Xiao replied honestly: "Most of them don't know how to do it, but you can learn it."

Lu Xiaolei raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Then I won't be soft-hearted when I teach people a lesson."

Chu Xiao also smiled back: "Then please master you."

In fact, Lu Xiaolei's cooking skills can only be called okay. The main reason is that he has lived with his father since his parents divorced when he was a teenager. That father is a man who never returns home. Every weekend Lu Xiaomiao wants to visit his father When I visit my brother at home, I have to eat a meal. In order to prevent Lu Xiaomiao from growing into a pimple-faced fat man under the torment of the takeaway, he had to roll up his sleeves and go to the kitchen.

Speaking of which, many of his skills were learned for Lu Xiaomiao.

Chu Xiao slowly picked up a handful of vegetables, and asked Lu Xiaolei with a smile: "Are the vegetables directly cooked in the pot?"

Very good, feel free to ask.

Lu Xiaolei smiled and sarcastically said: "If you want to eat boiled vegetables with spring mud, I have no objection."

"..." The other party's attitude was modest, without feeling ashamed at all: "Please teach me, Master Lu."

Damn, the face is thicker than the city wall.

"Should the roots of the cabbage be removed?"

"Is the elbow going into the water?"

"Should the meatballs be chopped directly with a knife?"

"How do you get the knife?"

"..."

He actually asked him for advice on cooking seriously. Is this person serious?

Lu Xiaolei was questioned so much that one head was two big, but he couldn't directly throw people out, so he could only hatefully chop off a fish in front of him.

It's over, the body of the fish is incomplete, now we can only make boiled fish fillets.

"Your sister is pretty." After the guidance just now, Chu Xiao picked out the rotten leaves from the vegetables bit by bit, while chatting with Lu Xiaolei ramblingly.

"Which sister?" Lu Xiaolei put the processed elbow into the pressure cooker, poured cooking wine and soy sauce, added spices, and finally covered the pot and set it on high heat.

"...Both of them are beautiful." Chu Xiao raised his head, and said a word without leaking.

"Hmph." Lu Xiaolei rolled his eyes at him: "Nonsense."

"You're pretty too." Few ordinary people could resist the sincere and gentle tone.

But Lu Xiaolei didn't. He put ginger, five-spice powder, water chestnuts, cooking wine, and starch into the minced pork belly, and began to stir vigorously with his hands, while replying emotionlessly: "It's even more nonsense."

"She didn't come with you, did she? Why did she come?" Chu Xiao poured the picked vegetables into the sink, rinsed them with water, and finally got to the point.

"Ask Lu Yuanzhi, maybe she came here for you." Lu Xiaolei said, quickly rolling the starched meat into balls.

At this time, the pressure cooker had been spraying steam for a while, and thick, hot white steam was sprayed out from the valve. Chu Xiao, who saw this spectacle for the first time, stepped forward to check curiously: "Mr. Lu, when will this pressure cooker be turned on?"

"I set the time, and it will be ready in 10 minutes." Lu Xiaolei fried the meatballs one by one in the oil pan until the skin was golden, and the smell of meat was overflowing in the kitchen.

Chu Xiao was a little bored after washing the dishes, so he had to lean on the refrigerator to watch Lu Xiaolei operate, and continue the topic just now.

"Master Lu...don't trust you?"

"It's none of your business." Lu Xiaolei picked up the meatballs, ready to stir-fry them with a sauce and then stew them. After speaking, he frowned and turned to look at Chu Xiao: "If you really have nothing to do, go serve me the dishes and chopsticks. Don't you see that the kitchen is small?"

Chu Xiao froze for a moment, touched his nose, just at the moment when Lu Xiaolei's alarm rang, Chu Xiao said, "Master Lu, is your elbow healed..."

After speaking, he stepped forward to check.

At this moment, Lu Shuanghua leaned out half of his body from the outside, and said with a smile: "Master Chu, brother, I made tea, do you want to drink it?"

Lu Xiaolei turned his head subconsciously, and just about to speak, he heard a sound of "Puff——" behind him.

He suddenly felt something was wrong, and turned around quickly, and sure enough, he saw that Chu Xiao had already removed the valve on the pressure cooker, and was about to unscrew the lid of the pot.

"Fuck! Stop! Lie down!" Lu Xiaoleikang stretched out his hand.

"what?"

In the next second, the lid of the pot elbow bounced off like a bullet, rushed up the kitchen wall, and made a deep hole in the old wall. Because of the rebound, it rushed out of the window and hit the downstairs. blocked by a fence.

And Chu Xiao, because of Lu Xiaolei's reminder, immediately lay down with the pot in his hand, and his movements were so quick that Lu Xiaolei suspected how he had been training all year round to avoid assassination, so he successfully avoided the injury and kept the pot of elbows by the way.

Lu Shuanghua was dumbfounded: "...tea, do you still drink?"

Lu Xiaolei looked at the soup splashed out of his body with the high pressure when the lid was lifted up by the pot, looked indifferently at the spotless Chu Xiao, and Chen Ken said sincerely: "Mr. Chu, I suggest you still It's better to drink tea."

Obviously disliked.

Chu Xiao could only touch his nose, and smiled wryly: "It's good to boil the vegetables in vain."

Fuck you, I want to burn you now.

Without Chu Xiao bothering him in the kitchen, Lu Xiaolei suddenly felt that the whole space was much cleaner, but suddenly felt that something was missing.

But how can those who drive them out with their own hands call them back?

Lu Xiaolei shook his head, only then did he notice the wall that had just been hit by the pressure cooker. Because of the impact, the paint on it had fallen off, exposing the original cement wall.

A deep crack could be vaguely seen inside, judging from the width and depth, it was definitely not formed all at once.

Lu Xiaolei shook his head, the quality of this kind of old house is like this, when you get older, a little shock will reveal its original shape.

But anyway, it doesn't matter if it's going to be dismantled.

Thinking of this, he no longer cared about it, and turned around to pick up the meatballs that were almost stewed, and finally thickened the soup with sauce, and decorated the small rapeseed.

As soon as he put the ingredients of the last dish of boiled fish, he heard a burst of laughter from the living room. Lu Xiaolei turned his head to look, and suddenly felt that he was going to be amazed by the picture in front of him.

In the living room, Lu Shuanghua was sitting in front of the old man's coffee table, making tea for the two of them intently. Her slender hands reflected the light blue ice-cracked Ge Kiln porcelain, which made her skin as creamy and delicate. Li's eyebrows are picturesque.

Looking at Chu Xiao again, the white shirt was washed in the kitchen just now, and it was not stained with oil at all, and he still looked like a gentleman in troubled times.

The scene of the two sitting together, in the words of a straight man Lu Xiaolei, is pleasing to the eye.

While making tea, Lu Shuanghua told the old man some knowledge about health care, which made the old man feel elated, and his old face smiled like a chrysanthemum in the wind.

Looking back at myself, with the smell of oily smoke and fish all over his body, he looked like a canteen cook.

Elegance is theirs, and they only have the cutting board in front of them.

Lu Xiaolei stared at the unrepentant fish head in his basin, thinking silently whether he should just cook pickled fish.

Sour and vegetable and redundant.

Thinking of this, Lu Xiaolei walked into the living room aggressively carrying the basin and the fish head with the standard dead fish eyes, and looked at Mr. Chu who was smiling all over his face.

At this moment, he is not fighting alone.

When Lu Shuanghua saw his whole body covered in oily smoke and the bloody basin in his hand, he turned sideways indistinctly, and elegantly covered his mouth and nose.

Chu Xiao looked indifferent, and asked gently: "What, do you need help?"

Lu Xiaolei had a dark face: "Come to the kitchen and serve the dishes on the table, ready to eat!"

After speaking, with the momentum and confidence of a chef, he turned and left.

The author has something to say: Mr. Chu, who was led by Lu Xiaolei to deviate from his style of painting, bought and cooked vegetables, and wrote three chapters abruptly. He deserves to be me.

The dangerous operation of the old-fashioned pressure cooker is still easy to use now.