Food and laughter are enough to open one's heart and warm one's heart.

Gu Qingzhou had a good meal, and in Cheng Yu's gag again, his mood completely improved.

With half a plate of phoenix tail shrimp left, Cheng Yu brought it back.

Zhuo Mozhi was able to go out.

He is very enterprising and needs to go to the school to teach, for fear that his coursework will be replaced by other teachers. He also often has to go back to Peiping to do his filial piety and rest without flaws.

However, he no longer went back to the small attic at night, but stayed here with Cheng Yu.

After Gu Qingzhou's mood returned to normal, he also liked to talk about gossip.

She asked Si Xingpei, "Do you believe in dissociation?"

"I don't believe it." Si Xingpei said.

"I believe it a little bit." Gu Qingzhou said.

Si Xingpei said: "There are two personality souls in a person's body. Think about this carefully, does it sound like nonsense?"

Gu Qingzhou smiled.

She said: "It's hard to figure out the soul of a person. Even in the legend of our ancestors, people have three souls and seven souls. If they are separated from each other, can't there be a lot of them?"

Si Xingpei still didn't believe it.

However, if Gu Qingzhou is shaken, he can be shaken too.

He is unprincipled in front of his wife.

What the wife believes, Si Xingpei believes. If one day, the wife believes that people can fly and escape, Si Xingpei is also willing to believe it.

"Cheng Yu took a big advantage." Si Xingpei said.

"Ugh?"

"She found a little white face, but it turned out to be two people, doesn't she take advantage of it?" Si Xingpei said.

Gu Qingzhou beat him: "she was scared to death, and you made her happy."

"What's there to be afraid of? Zhuo Mozhi's soles are worn out, so bring her back." Si Xingpei said, "On this point alone, even if this person is a devil, he has a share of goodwill to Cheng Yu."

Gu Qingzhou was quite moved.

"I didn't expect that he really fell in love with Cheng Yu." Gu Qingzhou said, "I wish I could mix in and make a marriage for them."

Si Xingpei pinched her nose: "There are so many things, why don't you knit another sweater for me."

The old sweater from before was brought over by Si Xingpei.

Gu Qingzhou plans to repair his sleeves again.

However, looking at it, it was really unsightly, and she was a little embarrassed.

"Okay, I'll study again." Gu Qingzhou said.

She likes to learn this little craft.

On the afternoon of early winter, sitting on the sofa in the living room, letting the sunlight coming in from the window bask on the back of her feet, she was warm all over, and knitting wool needle by needle was the best life.

Her mood is charming.

Gu Qingzhou and Si Xingpei resumed their previous lives, but Cheng Yu was in chaos again.

Every time Zhuo Mozhi came back, he had to get close to her, which made Cheng Yu conflicted.

She wanted to be angry with Zhuo Mozhi, but she was really embarrassed, after all, they tried so hard to save her; but it was a bit difficult to make her emotional.

When she was sulking, Zhuo Mozhi asked her, "Would you like to go out to eat something good?"

This is repeated over and over.

Every time he made such a proposal, Cheng Yu's stomach would not live up to his expectations, he fantasized about various delicacies, and compromised without principle: "Yes."

Zhuo Mozhi took her to the restaurant.

She hadn't eaten enough of the phoenix-tailed shrimp, so she asked the restaurant people to make it.

In Northwestern cuisine, there is no Su-style anchovy shrimp, and the little guy is also in a dilemma.

The chef came over in person and asked about the appearance and taste of the dish: "Miss, tell me carefully, I'll try it."

Cheng Yu described the appearance and taste.

She doesn't know the essence of this dish. The chef has never done it, so she can only try other methods of cooking shrimp.

The anchovy prawns made are not very similar in appearance.

Cheng Yu took a sip and left it angrily.

Zhuo Mozhi asked, "Isn't it delicious?"

"No." Cheng Yu said, "It's not that taste."

Zhuo Mo stopped one by himself.

"It's crispy on the outside and the shrimp is tender, isn't that delicious?" Zhuo Mozhi asked her.

Cheng Yu shook his head.

She put her elbows on the table, sighed and said to Zhuo Mozhi, "I really envy Gu Qingzhou, her **** husband can cook anything."

Zhuo Mozhi's expression froze slightly.

"Hello, it's good, but you don't know how to cook." Cheng Yu said again.

The disappointment in her words stimulated Zhuo Mozhi.

How can a man let a woman down?

"Isn't it just cooking?" he said, "I'm here to learn."

Cheng Yu looked at him in astonishment: "Can you learn it?"

"Try it." Zhuo Mozhi said, "Isn't the master teacher too?"

Cheng Yu said: "Look at you compared to this person! You compare favorably!"

Zhuomozhi's lips curved slightly.

Cheng Yu and Gu Qingzhou have a very good relationship. They are not the kind of friendship that compliments each other, but they dislike each other but are loyal to each other.

Zhuo Mozhi was very disdainful of interacting with people.

But the sincere friendship also moved him.

"I'll go back and learn," he said.

Sure enough, from this day on, every time he went to the school to teach two shooting lessons, he would go to a restaurant to learn other people's craftsmanship.

He entrusted the relationship and gave enough money.

The one who taught him was an imperial chef who had served in the palace and specialized in Yunnan cuisine. He belonged to the Yunnan cuisine chef.

Zhuo Mozhi didn't want to learn to cook, he just wanted to please Cheng Yu.

He chose the dishes from Cheng Yu's hometown.

The royal chef told him: "Dian cuisine is mainly based on fresh water and mountain delicacies. Cloud legs, chicken brown, pine mushrooms, and prawns. If you can master these, even if you can become a teacher."

Zhuo Mozhi said, "It's quite simple."

The chef almost hit him in the face with a spoon!

In front of a chef who is blindly studying and intensive, his evaluation of Yunnan cuisine with "very simple" words is a humiliation to the chef and Yunnan cuisine.

"Where are you from?" the chef asked him coldly.

Zhuo Mozhi said, "Anhui."

"Oh, your Anhui cuisine is quite simple to make." The chef said.

Only then did Zhuo Mozhi understand that he had angered the chef.

So, the next royal chef made things difficult for him, and he understood the reason.

After studying for several days, I was so tired that I didn't learn anything.

Cheng Yu asked him, "Are you really going to learn how to cook?"

"Ok."

"How's the grade?" Cheng Yu smiled, "Can you make phoenix shrimp?"

Zhuo Mozhi was embarrassed to say that he annoyed other chefs as soon as he opened his mouth, and now he is still starting to pick vegetables and cut vegetables, etc., without touching the stove at all.

"I learned a little bit of fur," he said.

Cheng Yu was ignorant and deliberately asked, "How much is the fur? You can make one for me."

Zhuo Mozhi glanced at her.

Cheng Yu looked full of anticipation.

Zhuo Mozhi had no choice but to take it hard. He had seen the chef make money prawns, so he said, "I'll make money prawns for you, right?"

Cheng Yu was shocked: "Our Yunnan's money prawns? Come, come, try!"

Zhuo Mozhi's craftsmanship is not very high, but he is very courageous.

He didn't understand anything, so he was busy in the kitchen, got all the oil stains all over his body, and made a pot of black prawns.

He said solemnly: "It doesn't look good, but the taste is authentic."

Cheng Yu endured the twitching of the corners of his lips, and reached out to grab one and peel it off.

I peeled one open, took half a bite, spat it out on the spot, and threw the remaining half into Zhuo Mozhi's face!

"I'm not familiar, it's killing me!" Cheng Yu scolded with jumping feet.