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"What do you want for lunch? I'll make it." Fang Yiran asked Lu Ren in a good-tempered manner, and Fang Mo in his arms glared at Lu Ren when he heard this sentence, as if dissatisfied that Lu Ren asked Fang Yiran to cook.

"Just do whatever you want at noon. I think all the materials I ordered will arrive in a while. You can figure it out." Lu Ren spread out on the sofa like a boneless man, not caring about Fang Mo's eyes, teasingly arching on his body. Come and shake the little hairball.

"You really have planned it for a long time." Fang Yiran smiled, even the ingredients had been ordered and delivered, it must be asked him to make a good New Year's Eve dinner. "Don't hold back, go and wake Ren Feng up, anyway, he is a guest, don't starve him."

"If you eat one less meal and you won't die from starvation, you should lose weight." Lu Ren said indifferently.

This time it's Fang Yiran's turn to stare at him. I've never seen someone treat him like this. Even if he didn't enter the door, he has let you fuck him anyway. Is there anyone who treats someone like this?

"Okay, okay, I'll call him." Under Fang Yiran's gaze, Lu Ren raised his hand in a gesture of surrender, when the doorbell rang.

"The delivery man is here." It seemed that the food delivery man had arrived, Lu Ren said, but he remained motionless, still nestling on the single sofa, showing no intention of moving.

Fang Yiran patted Fang Mo who was sitting on his body, and signaled him to get up. He hoped that Lu Ren would open the door.Fang Mo reluctantly got up from Fang Yiran's arms, since he no longer had to lie in his master's arms, he naturally wouldn't let Fang Yiran open the door, and ran to open the door by himself.

As soon as the door opened, it was indeed the person who came to deliver the ingredients.

Fang Yiran also walked to the door, looked out, stroked his forehead, and looked at the posture of the big truck outside the door. Could it be that Lu Ren bought all the things he could know... Some boxes even had the stamps on them when they were transported by air. The labels haven't even been torn off yet, Fang Yiran is really speechless, just a New Year's Eve dinner, don't need to be so exaggerated, watching the delivery people busy moving things to the kitchen, Fang Yiran can only go up to help, What else can I say, I can't go back.

Fortunately, the villa's kitchen is big enough, and there is even a special refrigerator and fresh-keeping room behind the kitchen, so as not to fill up the kitchen. Fang Yiran ordered all the things to be put away, and they were busy for nearly an hour. It was over, again Looking at those alive and kicking fish, shrimp, seafood, birds and beasts, they can still only get black lines, even if the four of them have enough food for a week.

He looked at the living room with his head, and there was no sign of Lu Ren. He probably went to wake Ren Feng up, but he hoped that he wouldn't make himself sleep on the bed.Fang Yiran turned around and put his arms around Fang Mo's waist who was following him step by step, squeezed the flesh around his waist, and asked with a smile, "What do you want to eat?" This time, there is really everything that one can eat, as long as Fang Mo can name it, he can eat it. Make it for him.

Fang Mo glanced at the things in the kitchen, some of which he didn't even know what they were called, especially those seafood, each of which looked strange, for example, the box in front of him was full of things with thorns like hedgehogs, spherical. Fang Mo wondered how to eat this thing, let alone these things, even if it was a fish that he could name, he didn't see one, it was all weird, and there was a fish that looked really ugly, like a fish. Like a loach, the whole body is still red. Fang Mo doubts that this thing is not poisonous.

Fang Mo looked around, and finally looked down at his master who was leaning on him, and said loudly: "Can I eat meat..." Meat is the safest...

Fang Yiran's black hair gave Fang Mo a supercilious look, and finally couldn't help biting Fang Mo's lips with a smile, "You, you know how to eat meat, and sooner or later you will be stewed."

It's too late for Fang Mo to chase after Fang Yiran's backed mouth. How could he care that Fang Yiran said that he would stew him to eat, let alone a joke, even if it was true, Fang Mo would wash himself clean and flatten himself Let Fang also eat it.

Fang Yiran smiled and pinched his nose, "Then eat meat, keep it simple, I haven't taught you how to cook Western food yet." Turning around, he was about to make lunch, but Fang Mo still didn't let go behind him, sticking to it like a ghost behind the scenes. The same goes for Fang.

Fang Yiran got used to it, and didn't drive him away. From time to time, he ordered him to take this and that, hand this to that, and teach him what to do here and what tricks there are. The two of them nestled in the kitchen and made lunch together. It's not fun.

The two of them took four set meals and just put them on the table, when Lu Ren and Ren Feng came down from the second floor on time as if pinching points, which made Fang Mo wonder if he deliberately waited for them to come down before they were ready to eat.

Here Fang Yiran is still teaching Fang Mo how to put those tableware. There are so many forks of all kinds, Fang Mo is dazzled by seeing them.

"It's very simple, you see, put the main plate first, then the three forks on the left, for eating fish, the largest one for eating meat, and the one for eating salad, which is shorter; then on the right is the common main table knife, The fish-eating knife is matched with the fish-eating fork just now, then the soup spoon, and the last one is the fork for digging shellfish. The fork on the head is different from the others, yes, it is the smallest one. "Fang Yiran taught Fang Mo with a smile, and greeted Lu Ren and the others during the process.

"This little plate is a butter plate with a butter knife on it. It's on the top left of the main plate. On the top right is the wine glass."

At this time, Lu Ren just came over, lit four wine glasses of different sizes, and said in a brisk tone: "water, redwine, white, andsherry~" After speaking, Fang Mo and Ren Feng looked like they were listening to an alien. He had no choice but to say again, "Water glasses, red, white, Shirley."

After all, he did not forget to bury Fang Yiran, "Today is the New Year's Eve, you actually cook western food, tsk tsk." Lu Ren had an expression of worshiping foreigners, but he had already flashed into the kitchen to see what Fang Yiran had cooked. of.

Ren Feng also wanted to follow up and help, but was stopped by Fang Yiran, and said with a smile: "Sit down, let Xiaolu get it, and eat at noon, there are not many dishes, don't mind the poor hospitality." Then he asked, "Aperitif What do you want to drink?"

Ren Feng swallowed his saliva, and called me to be good, such a big scene, and said that the hospitality was not good. He went to those so-called high-end restaurants to eat, and he had never seen so many tableware. What's the use of Fang Yiran talking to Fang Mo, he doesn't know the difference, if he takes the wrong one at that time, he will be ashamed in front of Lu Ren.

"Red bar." Ren Feng looked at the row of wines in various foreign languages ​​on the wine cabinet, and didn't know which one to drink. He was afraid of making a joke, so he had to find a familiar one.

Fang Yiran paused, and wanted to explain to Ren Feng that the bottle of red wine he opened was astringent and full-bodied, and it was a dinner wine, not suitable as an aperitif, and it is not common to drink red wine as an aperitif on formal occasions , but then I thought about it anyway, it’s not a formal banquet anyway, and now more and more people use red wine as an aperitif. If he wants to drink red wine, he can go to the red bar. He wanted to pour red wine for him, but Lu Ren who was coming out with appetizers grabbed his hand.

"Don't spoil my wine." It sounds like you're saying Fang Yiyan, but it's hard to say who to say...

"Then drink some champagne, it's refreshing." Fang Yiran put down the red wine in his hand and poured champagne for Ren Feng, and then another bottle, "Try the taste of the martini, do you like it?" , I like this one better." Pour it for Fang Mo and himself, and then said to Lu Ren, "You are still the same, Shirley, right?"

Lu Ren nodded with satisfaction, as if he was satisfied that Fang Yiran remembered his preferences. After all four of them were seated, they began to eat quietly.

During this period, Ren Feng's soup spoon kept making noise when it touched the bottom of the bowl, but he didn't care, but Lu Ren who was sitting next to him couldn't help frowning, and finally couldn't help saying: "Are you polite?"

Ren Feng was taken aback for a moment, and after realizing that he was talking about him, he suddenly dared not make any sound, and cursed in his heart: really particular.But after a closer look, Lu Ren and Fang Yiran did not make any sound when they ate, not to mention that the spoon touched the bottom of the bowl, and there was not even a sound when they cut the meat. They ate slowly, gracefully, and indescribably beautiful , is really a feast for the eyes.

Of course, this beauty is limited to Lu Ren in Ren Feng's eyes. Fang Yiran is an eyesore no matter how he looks at it. Whoever told him that he and Lu Ren are so good-looking makes Ren Feng feel a sense of crisis. If it weren't for Fang Yiran and Fang Mo, Ren Feng Will definitely be his number one rival in love.

Fang Yiran promised Fang Mo to eat meat, and sure enough, there was meat to eat. One person, one steak, Fang Mo's eyes were full of light, that is, the knife and fork were changed from his left hand to his right hand, and then from his right hand to his left hand, and he forked and poked again. Yes, they couldn't get the steak into their mouths anyway, looking at the owner and at Lu Ren, how could they dismember the steak into small pieces without making a fuss.

Fang Yiran saw Fang Mo's anxious look, it was funny, put down his tableware, wiped his mouth, and reached out to bring Fang Mo's dinner plate over, Fang Mo looked at Fang Yiran helplessly, with a pitiful look, he thought He kept making tinkling noises, much louder than Ren Feng's. Even Ren Feng was scolded by Lu Ren. His master must have been angry for making such a big noise, and then he was angry and refused to let him eat.

Unexpectedly, after Fang Yiran brought it over, he quickly divided Fang Mo's steak into small pieces, and then put it in front of him, saving him the effort to forcefully fork the meat, and said with a smile: "What are you looking at, what are you eating?" Bar."

Fang Mo was overjoyed immediately, and happily put down the knife. He still knew how to use only a fork, and happily started to eat the steak carefully cooked by the master, and finally got it.

Ren Feng, who was standing next to him, was suddenly lost. Why was he not so considerate, but looking at Lu Ren's charming appearance holding a knife and fork as if holding a scalpel, he remembered that it was the infinity that his hands carried on his body. Passionate, he forgot what happened just now, and concentrated on drooling at Lu Ren.