Chapter 101 The Goddess Cooks

  Result, the second night. Lang Sheng really carried a bag and stood outside the house in the district in the center of Quan Yi, waiting.

  When Quan Yi went home, he was a little confused, but he woke up after thinking of what he said yesterday.

  "Not going back?" Quan Yi looked at someone like the door **** amused.

   "Aunt Lu is not at home, let me climb the window?" Lang Sheng explained helplessly, her legs were sore.

   Quan Yi took out the key, inserted it into the keyhole, and turned it around.

  The sluggish atmosphere is uncomfortable, and Lang Sheng said: "Have you eaten yet?"

   "No, no appetite." Quan Yi flipped through her math book and answered casually, not even raising his eyelids.

  Lang Sheng took her book away, "Let’s talk about it, do you want pasta or meat."

   Quan Yi raised his eyebrows, smiled wickedly, and Lang Sheng's bewitching eyes were a little dazed.

   "Aunt Lu is not so bold."

   Is he saying she is bold? It doesn't seem to be wrong.

  Lang Sheng did not respond when he saw that he threw the textbook on the sofa unhappy, his eyes gradually covered with ice. Quan Yi's mood was inexplicably good, and he didn't know why.

   "Isn't it about cooking? Eating noodles." Quan Yi's smiling eyes made her heart tremble.

   "Huh, I want the deluxe version with eggs. Don't want to eat it!" Lang Sheng stood up proudly and sneaked into the kitchen.

  Neither of them realized that they really look like a newlywed couple now, sweet and boring.

  Aunt Lu often lives here, so the ingredients are much less.

  Lang Sheng found two green vegetables, skillfully pulled them down one by one, and washed a little muddy sand with splashing water.

  After washing, put the emerald green vegetables in place, add oil to the salt in an orderly manner, grab three handfuls of noodles and put them in the boiling hot water, boil them, and put down the vegetables.

   After basically cooking for a certain period of time, she beat two eggs down, the yellow and white egg yolk and white egg white were poured into the water, and the egg white became a "bubble" and generally floated on the surface. Lang Sheng held the iron spoon in his hand, carefully controlling the egg yolk not to be dissolved.

  After adjusting the low heat, Lang Sheng opened the refrigerator and took out a pack of glutinous rice **** packed with crushed ice flowers.

  Turn off the noodles and replace them with glutinous rice balls. It is better to cook the glutinous rice balls, boil the water, put them down, and prevent them from sticking to the pot and surface.

  啧, she really went to the kitchen under the hall, and beat the dead gangster.

   "All right?" Quan Yi stood behind her, looking at the young man dangling in front of her like an uncle.

  "Not yet, boil the glutinous rice balls. I'm afraid you won't eat noodles later." Lang Sheng explained, gently scooping up the fat white **** and scooping them into a small porcelain bowl. "Taste it."

   Quan Yi was disgusted, but took the bowl in her hand and smiled.

good to eat.

   Sesame in the mouth, sweet and fragrant.

   "Oh, I originally came for a make-up lesson. It's the same as replacing Aunt Lu." Lang Sheng carried a pot of noodles and put it on the table.

   Quan Yi ate the glutinous rice balls, bit his chopsticks, and rubbed her hands on her head. "You're fine, I'll help you get it up."

  嘁, die Tsundere.

  Lang Sheng patted his hand away, sandwiched the noodles into the bowl, and warned him: "You don't want to eat if you don't raise my grades."

   "You value your cooking skills." Quan Dutong went online.

  Lang Sheng is annoyed, you still dare to be dissatisfied with it!

  In fact, it's pretty good. Quan Yi didn't want to say, eating noodles elegantly.

  A full meal, business matters.

   "Are you all not good at it?" Quan Yi picked up the math book, and the white one was the same as the new one.

   "No, it's roughly lost on a comprehensive issue." Lang Sheng objected, she was not that stupid yet.

   Quan Yi nodded and asked: "How many points do you usually do?"

   "...on the pass."

  Lang Sheng replied with difficulty. The one sitting in front of her was Zhen Xueba. She called her the Goddess of Xueba again, that would be a slap in the face.

   "Well, not bad. Needs to be improved."

   "..."! He seems to be in a good mood.

  (End of this chapter)