There are immortals at home [entertainment circle]

After Le Luo went back, no one made trouble, and the filming went smoothly.

At 06:30 in the afternoon, Zhuo Fan saw that there was no room for him on the set, so he greeted Ren Hang and wanted to leave by himself.

So when Xu Yunyang withdrew from the crowd with difficulty, Zhuo Fan was no longer in sight.

For a moment, Xu Yunyang's face showed disappointment.

The sky is getting dark and the lights are on.

Zhuo Fan was driving home. When he passed a supermarket on the road, he remembered that the refrigerator at home seemed to be a bit empty, so he stopped and went in to buy something before leaving.

There were not many people in the supermarket, and Zhuo Fan deliberately avoided the crowd, but he was still watched for a while at the checkout.

Although Zhuo Fan has a bad reputation now, if he sees his face face to face, many people will be amazed or even fascinated, and some people will regret why this face grows on such a person.

Zhuo Fan ignored those gazes, returned to the car after buying something, and went straight home.

When I got home and opened the door, Le Luo was standing inside the door, as if waiting for him specially.

Like a cute cat.

"What are these?" Le Luo stared at the bag in Zhuo Fan's hand.

"It's the ingredients." Zhuo Fan walked in with the bag, sorted the ingredients and put them in the refrigerator, and took some out to the kitchen.

Fresh broccoli looks especially lush green under the washing of water.

"It's different from the one in the morning." Le Luo said suddenly, he originally thought that everyone's meals were the same.

"Now that I have time, let's make it richer." Zhuo Fan skillfully soaked and washed the vegetables, put the oil on the fire and stir-fried them in a pan, and when the dishes were placed, the colors of the vegetables were particularly bright.

In the end, Zhuo Fan also made a fried chicken chop.

The olive oil was poured evenly, and the marinated chicken chops were also put in, and there was a "sizzling" sound.

"Can I try it as a teacher?" Le Luo, who had been staring at the side, said suddenly.

"Why are you interested?" Zhuo Fan pulled back Le Luo, who was too close to the pot to stare, and asked him to stand far away so as not to be splashed by oil or choked by oil smoke.

"The apprentice's food in the past was also prepared for the master." Le Luo was a little confident.

Although the food that Le Luo prepares for the male protagonist in the book is only the jade dew fairy fruit picked from Wuming Peak, Le Luo himself has long since stopped eating, and does not need to cook like ordinary people at all.

Why did he suddenly want to learn to cook?Zhuo Fan turned the chicken chops over again, turned down the heat deliberately, and then handed the shovel to Le Luo.

Of course, he didn't expect Le Luo to learn how to cook.

Le Luo made sure that Zhuo Fan allowed him to do it, and finally took the shovel in Zhuo Fan's hand carefully.

Because I don't know how to do it, I move slowly.

"Turn it over, or the back will be burnt." Zhuo Fan had no choice but to hold Le Luo's hand, and the grip was firm and firm, so he turned the chicken chop with Le Luo's hand.

By this time, the back of the chicken chops has become a little golden.

Zhuo Fan took Le Luo's hand like this and taught him to flip and fry repeatedly.

"In the past... In the past, my disciples didn't know how to use swords, and this is how I held my disciples' hands to teach." Le Luo said suddenly, his voice was very soft, because the two were too close, his voice was almost in Zhuo Fan's mouth. sounded in his arms.

"Really?" Zhuo Fan replied casually, he didn't take Le Luo's words seriously, and he didn't see Le Luo's face, only saw that the chicken chops were finally cooked, so he let go of Le Luo's hand and went to Turn off the fire.

Then cut the chicken chops, and a fried chicken chop is finished.

At this time, the rice is cooked.

Zhuo Fan asked Le Luo to bring the dishes to the dining room, and he followed with the others.

On the dining table, the dinner was full of color, fragrance and taste.

Although Le Luo ate mortal food, he always chewed it slowly, showing his demeanor.

"How does it taste?" Zhuo Fan asked him.

"As long as it's made by the apprentice, the teacher will like it." Le Luo only showed a smile.

After the meal, the two cleaned up the dishes together, and then Zhuo Fan went to take a shower again.

Under the washing of warm water, the tiredness of the day was also washed away. The misty water vapor had not completely dissipated. Zhuo Fan, who was wearing a bathrobe, opened the frosted glass door and saw Le Luo standing outside.

"Being a teacher also needs to be washed." Le Luo said.

"You also need to take a bath?" Zhuo Fan was a little confused. The scene of Le Luo taking a bath was not written in the novel. Zhuo Fan thought that immortals didn't need to take a bath.

"I want to be like Tuer." Le Luo still stared at Zhuo Fan, looking a little stubborn.

Zhuo Fan looked back at the towels hanging in his bathroom. There were still a few sets of pajamas, but he only had one body towel and one hair towel at home, and the body towel was the one he had just used. Even if you go to a convenience store to buy a new one now, you have to wash it before using it.

"Do you mind my used towel?" Zhuo Fan took the towel and asked Le Luo.

"I don't mind." Le Luo replied without any hesitation, and even the smile on his face did not diminish at all.

So Zhuo Fan went to the room to get another set of pajamas and came out, prepared slippers for Le Luo, led him into the bathroom and taught him how to take a bath, from how to use the shower, how to use shampoo to how to use body wash, Zhuo Fan taught him everything Le Luo explained it carefully, and then asked Le Luo: "Do you understand everything?"

"Understood." Le Luo said.

Zhuo Fan retreated after listening. He sat on the sofa, and soon heard the sound of water rushing from the bathroom.

It's a strange feeling, he's never been close to anyone before, let alone bathed in his house.

What's more, Le Luo was a strange unexpected visitor.

Zhuo Fan waited outside for a long time, and when he became sleepy, Le Luo hadn't come out yet.

Inside the frosted glass, Le Luo's vague figure seemed to be researching something.

"What's wrong?" Zhuo Fan closed his eyes and woke up again, so he walked over and knocked on the glass door to ask.

Le Luo seemed to be entangled in it for a long time, and he opened the door after a while, only to see that his long golden hair was now messy and full of bubbles, holding an empty bottle of shampoo in his hand, The bathroom was also full of shampoo bubbles.

This is not an exaggeration to describe it as "a messy room".