Green Tea Characters Must Not Collapse [Transmigration Book]

When I was living alone, I learned a lot of cooking skills. Although I didn't cook many times later, the taste is definitely good.

Lu Huai closed the bedroom door, took two steps forward, and said to Li Chengyi, "Please take me to the kitchen."

"How can this be..." Li Chengyi hesitated to speak.

How could this Lu Huai know how to cook?

Li Chengyi has always been dissatisfied with Lu Huai, but he never showed it.

The relationship between Lu Huai and Fu Shiyu before was clear to them, and Li Chengyi watched Fu Shiyu grow up, so he felt like he was his own child. Naturally, he didn't have a good impression of Lu Huai, and even hated him from the bottom of his heart.

In the first few days when Lu Huai first came to the villa, because the meals were not to his taste, he fiddled with the juicer a few times in his free time, and the wires of the machine were inexplicably stuck. Fortunately, Lu Huai was picking fruits at that time, but he was scared one jump.

Li Chengyi thought of the juicer that had returned to the factory after being used for the first time, and cast a worried look.

"Why not." Lu Huai felt that he was very annoying, so he frowned impatiently: "Does Fu Shiyu have any taboos?"

"He can't eat too spicy food, the taste is bland." Li Chengyi looked at Lu Huai's already irritable expression, knew that he shouldn't say more, so he walked a step ahead of him and began to guide him, answering his questions along the way.

There were still two chefs in the kitchen, Lu Huai sent them all out, closed the door, and began to put an apron on himself in a decent manner.

The ingredients in the refrigerator are complete. Seasonal vegetables, meat and seafood are all sorted together. Lu Huai picked out a few dishes that he is confident that he is good at, and began to tinker with them in full swing.

The clear and tender Longjing shrimp, the bright color of the tomato in the beef brisket in the crock pot, and the sweet and sour aroma that comes out after opening the lid is very tempting.

Lu Huai also used the heavy soup pot that he could only lift with his hands to cook a bowl of raw crab porridge, but it took a little longer to cook the porridge. He took out the plate and chopsticks from the disinfection cabinet, and served the two dishes first. Up to the third floor.

"Can I come in?" Because there was no hand to open the door, Lu Huai bent his knees and tapped on the door of the study room twice.

Afraid of spilling the food, he was extra careful, so only he, the client, could hear the soft knock on the door. He had no choice but to hold his head up and take a breath, then slightly raised his voice, and yelled into the study.

There was no response from the room, Lu Huai asked again, but still didn't hear anything.

"Could it be that, as Butler Li said, he fainted from a stomachache without eating?" Lu Huai bent down, ready to put the dinner plate in his hand on the ground, and then reached out to open the door.

Unexpectedly, just as he bent over to let go of the food from his hands, the door of the study was opened from the inside.

In his current posture, he could only see the long legs of the person in front of him wearing black suit pants and the meticulous black clean leather shoes on his feet.

"It's not too late for you to open the door." The food in his hand was not light, Lu Huai carried them from the kitchen on the first floor all the way to the third floor, and waited at the door for a while, feeling a little out of breath.

He didn't have time to look at Fu Shiyu's expression and reaction now, so he squeezed in from the small gap between the study door and Fu Shiyu's side, glanced around, worried about the pile of documents on the desk, and put the dinner plate on the table. On the small table next to the sofa.

"Come and have dinner." Lu Huai moved his sore arm, and smiled harmlessly at Fu Shiyu, "But don't eat too much, there will be porridge later, and I haven't had time to serve it yet."

"I told the housekeeper not to eat at night." Fu Shiyu said in a blunt tone, he closed the door of the study, turned around and looked at Lu Huai's busy movements, this was a look he had never seen on Lu Huai before.

Fu Shiyu's face was a little pale, but it's not easy to see if you don't observe carefully.

"What is this?" From the corner of Lu Huai's eyes, he saw only half a glass of water left on Fu Shiyu's desk, and a blue box next to the water. Judging from the size and packaging, it should be medicine.

He got it in his hand one step ahead of Fu Shiyu's quick steps, and immediately shook the medicine box in his hand as if he had got some handle: "Stomach medicine? You don't want to eat dinner because you have a stomachache, why are you angry with me?" Well, you can't live with yourself."

Lu Huai slapped the medicine box on the table, walked over and stretched out his hand to hold Fu Shiyu's forearm, forcing him to sit on the sofa, and said in an uncompromising tone, "Eat."

"What's the smell on you?" When Lu Huai went to pull him just now, his body was very close to him. Fu Shiyu smelled a smell that shouldn't be emanating from Lu Huai's body. frown.

Lu Huai reached out to touch his clothes, and when he went to bed in the afternoon, he changed into a set of soft home clothes, a linen-colored thick-knit sweater, which was worn loosely on him, and the fair skin on his body could still be vaguely seen.

"This." Lu Huai picked up his collar, sniffed it close to the tip of his nose, and said clearly, "Maybe it's the smell of oily smoke from cooking for you just now."

When he pulled up his collar, the thin curve of his waist was leaking out, Lu Huai didn't feel it, and naturally he didn't see Fu Shiyu's eyes lingering on his bare skin for a moment.

"Cooking? You?" As soon as Fu Shiyu came out with three short words of doubt, Lu Huai deeply felt his contempt. He approached Fu Shiyu: "Don't believe it? Then feel it again."

Lu Huai lifted up the hem of his clothes and was about to cover Fu Shiyu's face, but his big hand swiped at the right time, blocking him about an arm's length away: "Nonsense."

"Well, I won't tease you anymore, you should eat well." Lu Huai took two steps back with a smile in his eyes, looked at the time, calculated that the porridge in the kitchen was about to be ready by now, and said to Fu Shiyu, without waiting He reacted, turned and went downstairs to the kitchen.

The food that came from the Luhuai end in front of us was still steaming upwards under the light.

Fu Shiyu was silent for a while, and finally picked up a piece of shrimp with porcelain chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

The fragrance of Longjing and the taste of fresh, sweet and springy shrimp permeate the mouth at the same time.Lu Huai's cooking skills are indeed top-notch, not inferior to the exquisite dishes prepared by ordinary chefs at home.

But he remembered that Lu Huai, let alone cooking, had never even set foot in the kitchen.

In the past, when he was filming, he would let his assistant do what he ate. If the assistant was not free, he would rather starve than eat takeaway.

This picky problem also made Zheng Shu feel very headache.

Later, after she and Fu Shiyu Zhuangruo unintentionally mentioned it euphemistically, Fu Shiyu directly sent a nutritionist to follow him, and went back and forth with them between various crews every day.

He is really not at all like the cold and arrogant person before, who has never been contaminated by fireworks.

Fu Shiyu put down his chopsticks, and his eyes stopped on an ink painting on the wall, and the sense of unreality gradually emerged at some point.

The author has something to say: Gratitude: Five landmines of the krypton gold boss Mufeng, and one landmine of Naked Ben (￣ˇ￣)/. *^o^*//Kiss and hug and circle around~