As for how to judge whether a girl who doesn't know much about it is really full, Han Jue thinks that he has a little experience.

If you ask the girl directly: "Have you eaten enough?" is a common mistake of straight men.

Whether you're full or not, the answer you'll get will basically be "Well, I'm full", or "I'm almost eight points full". If you don't understand micro-expressions, most of them can't tell if the other person is really full.

The correct way should be to secretly observe whether she has lipstick.

If you make up the lipstick, it means that you are really full or feel that enough is enough, and you don't want to eat it anymore.

[Women can cheat men at will, but they will never waste their cosmetics. This is an ultimatum from Han Jue's girlfriend. The expression was very serious.

At that time, Han Jue secretly wrote it down, and he was deeply impressed for a lifetime, but he didn't have the opportunity to use it.

When Han Jue was cooking the noodles, he cooked a little more to leave room for it, and originally thought that he could use the stupid girl to confirm the effectiveness of this little trick.

However, Han Jue sat opposite Zhang Yiman, watching Zhang Yiman eat red around his mouth and eat all his lipstick, not looking like a delicate girl at all. Han Jue secretly pondered and meditated, recalling whether his girlfriend had clarified the target group and age range when he talked about this experience before.

Zhang Yiman didn't know what Han Jue was thinking, she only snorted and ate very happily.

It doesn't have to be said how delicious this noodle is, and Zhang Yiman has also eaten the delicious pasta. But probably because her expectations for Han Jue's cooking were too low, so when Han Jue brought out the Italian bolognese noodles with full color and flavor, Zhang Yiman tasted it and got an unexpected joy, and the corners of her mouth were raised, like a cartoon character eating with a happy expression.

This expression surprised the director and others. I think that the future plot may be able to make some fuss about cooking.

"Uncle, this," Zhang Yiman stuffed noodles in his mouth, his eyes bent into two bridges, and he gave a thumbs up. "This noodle is delicious, and it's cooked just right. ”

Han Jue also relaxed slightly.

After all, he hadn't been in the kitchen in months, so he was inevitably a little jerky. However, the dignity of being a home chef has been defended.

"Well, I know. Han Jue calmly accepted the praise.

One plate of noodles per person, a glass of soda, and some supermarket-bought canned delicatessen, this lunch is just like that.

"When I cook noodles, they are always undercooked. Zhang Yiman complained softly, worried about his cooking skills.

This means that she has at least a few tips in the Couple's Guide that she can't achieve. Such as [Love Bento], [Surprise Breakfast] and so on.

If Han Jue's cooking skills are also scum, Zhang Yiman can confidently swing the spoon under the slogan of common progress in the name of everyone's sake. However, now Han Jue cooks the dishes so deliciously......

[Do you want Sister Qin to help me do it when the time comes?] Zhang Yiman is unwilling to give up, because people on TV also put these scenes when they fall in love, and the effect is often very good, so she even wants to try it even at the risk of cheating.

Perhaps it was this lunchtime with zero mistakes that gave Han Jue confidence, and this confidence swelled rapidly.

When Han Jue heard Zhang Yiman's complaint, he raised his eyes and looked at Zhang Yiman, silently put down the spoon and fork that were coordinating the work in the noodles, wiped his mouth, and said with a serious look in his eyes:

"I have a little trick on this noodle undercooked, do you want to learn it?"

When Zhang Yiman heard this, his eyes quickly shifted to Han Jue's face, his little face was tense, and he said vigilantly: "It won't be throwing undercooked noodles on the faces of annoying people, right?"

"What do you think?" Han Jue said with a frown, "Of course not!"

Seeing Han Jue's appearance of gambling on the dignity of the chef, Zhang Yiman's expression relaxed when he heard this, and nodded slightly.

Han Jue's cooking skills have been certified by her, and they are unexpectedly good, so it should be reliable to give advice on her cooking skills.

Perhaps, this can make people who are good at cooking first lead people who are not good at cooking.

"What's the trick?" Zhang Yiman asked.

This question is like flipping a switch, and the atmosphere of the scene changes abruptly.

Han Jue's back straightened, took a sip of a drink, rinsed his mouth, wiped his mouth, and then changed his sitting posture to face the camera, imitating the tone of the news broadcast, and said, "Teacher Han's life class has started." Hello audience friends, I am your teacher Han. ”

Zhang Yiman's lips opened slightly, and he wanted to stop Han Jue inexplicably, but he held back and kept watching.

"Presumably, some viewers occasionally encounter the situation that rice or noodles are undercooked, and half-cooked things cannot be eaten, and it is a pity to lose them, what should I do at this time?

Han Jue's tone was categorical, and he waved his hand.

"First, get a plastic bag. Han Jue held up a finger.

Then, while the half-cooked rice or noodles are still hot, quickly fill them in. "Erect the second one.

"The third step is sealing. "Make a gesture of [three], and then make a knot with your hand, "You can tie the knot, or you can use tape or rope, in short, you can seal it." ”

"Hmm!" Zhang Yiman nodded and wrote it down carefully.

And then. Han Jue raised his hands and simulated that he was holding a sealed fresh-keeping bag at the moment.

Then, Han Jue threw his hands down.

"Throw them in the bin for food waste. ”

It's like throwing something in the trash.

Zhang Yiman's shoulders fell suddenly, and the hand holding the fork was put down weakly, and the fork hit the edge of the plate, making a "bang" sound. Just like her sanity at the moment.

Han Juemian raised his index finger without changing his face, and said seriously to the camera: "Finally, pick up your mobile phone and order a takeout." ”

"Smack. Clapping his hands and then spreading them to the left and right, like a magician waiting for applause and exclamations after performing a wonderful magic performance.

"The problem is solved. Han Jue said with a smile.

Concave for a few seconds, then return to a straight posture.

"This section of Mr. Han's life class is up to this point, I hope this skill can help everyone, and we will see you next time. ”

Han Jue nodded at the camera.

The cameraman cooperated and slowly pulled the camera back.

Han Jue turned to face the plate, continued to pick up the cutlery with both hands, and ate the noodles.

When I raised my head, I saw Zhang Yiman muttering something to herself, looking very auspicious.

Han Jue couldn't hear clearly, and he didn't care, so he asked with emotion: "How about it?" You teach me to sing, and I teach you these life experiences, right?"

When Zhang Yiman heard this, he bit his lower lip and glared at Han Jue. didn't answer, just gulped down the noodles, as if chewing Han Jue's meat. He looked directly at Han Jue the whole time, as if he wanted to tell Han Jue his thoughts through his eyes.

Han Jue didn't hear the reply, but he saw Zhang Yiman frowning and staring at him all the time, and sighed in his heart [I don't listen to my predecessors, my stomach is in front of me], so he shook his head and ate noodles seriously.

He was pretty sure that his little trick would help beginners who couldn't cook noodles and rice. For those who can cook noodles and rice half-cooked, in his opinion, it is better not to work cooking, the times have progressed, so order takeout obediently.

The two people who don't care about the camera eat noodles seriously and don't speak, which is very different from other couples.

Other couples are eager to talk and express themselves every minute, but Han Jue and Zhang Yiman, in the eyes of the director, are very interesting just when they are silent.

Just eating and not talking, the speed is very fast. The food was not wasted, unlike Han Jue, who ate slowly, I don't know if there was an emotional bonus, Zhang Yiman ate quickly, and she didn't need Han Jue to ask politely, she added food to herself.

After eating, the two of them sat dry, and neither of them took the initiative to clean up the table.

Han Jue didn't move because the next step was a link that every earthling hated - washing dishes.

But what kind of attitude the world has towards washing dishes, Han Jue, who has lived alone for several months, does not know.

[Can't it be that the Chinese people here like to rush to wash the dishes?] Han Jue guessed.

In his previous life, Han Jue's habit at home had always been that the work of cooking vegetables and the work of washing dishes were separated.

In this world, Han Jue didn't plan to change his habits just because he was in front of the camera, anyway, he didn't need to create any characters.

Han Jue decided to test the local indigenous people of this world.

Han Jue, who was leaning on the back of the chair, tilted his head to look at Zhang Yiman opposite, and greeted, "Teacher Zhang?"

Seeing Zhang Yiman roll his eyes, Han Jue knew that the other party had heard.

Since he finished eating just now, Zhang Yiman has propped his elbows on the table, holding his chin in the shape of a lotus flower with his two hands, and his posture is very cute. It's just that his eyes are very fierce, and he doesn't speak angrily, just keeps looking at Han Jue.

This level of eye attack was a drizzle for Han Jue.

Han Jue continued: "Since it's cohabitation, not marriage, then we have to make a cohabitation agreement or something like that, right?"

Zhang Yiman blinked when he heard Han Jue's question, and his heart became interested. So, he still pursed his mouth and didn't speak, but his eyes were motioning for Han Jue to continue.

"First of all, we must pay attention to the division of labor and cooperation. For example, today, I cook the dishes, then you wash the dishes. This is the division of labor and cooperation. Han Jue pointed to the plate.

Zhang Yiman was stunned for a moment, tilted his head to look at Han Jue, and asked in an uncertain tone, "You cook the dishes, and I wash the dishes?"

Han Jue nodded expressionlessly and said:

"Yes. Let me tell you first, I am an egalitarian, and men and women are equal. So, if there is a situation where I cook in the future, you will be responsible for washing the dishes, is there a problem?"

Han Jue looked tough on the surface, but in his heart he was worried about what he would do if the stupid girl was coquettish and even cried.

As a result, before he could come up with a solution, Zhang Yiman nodded and agreed without any burden.

"Okay~"

And Zhang Yiman was still angry before, and suddenly became smiling like the ice and snow melting.

And what do you say, "Then forgive you." ”

[Sure enough, the Chinese people in this world really like to wash dishes?!] Han Jue was shocked.

[No!Calm down, there's fraud in it!Could it be that she thinks that if I wash a plate, I will break a plate, which will force me to have to wash it myself?]

Han Jue looked at the silly girl smiling without any scheming, neither like a mockery nor a sarcasm, so he rejected the conspiracy theory. Besides, when it comes to actually washing the dishes, he puts the dishes a little lower in the sink, and he thinks that if he does this, he can break the bowl, which is really difficult.

But Zhang Yiman agreed really happily, but resolutely made Han Jue think that something was wrong.

[Or is it good that I'm a good person to let her experience the life of ordinary people washing dishes?]

Han Jue clasped his hands in front of his chest, rubbed his chin with one hand, and lowered his gaze to guess wildly.

Zhang Yiman didn't know what Han Jue was thinking, and began to clean up the dinner plate happily.

Han Jue couldn't think of a reasonable explanation, so he decided to stare at Zhang Yiman to see what her plans were.

Zhang Yiman was stared at by Han Jue's scrutinizing gaze, and he didn't care.

Humming a song, she stacked up her plate and walked to the sink not far from the table.

[Very good, the plates were safe all the way, and there were no casualties. Han Jue squinted and observed.

Zhang Yiman put down the dishes.

The cutlery makes a "clanging" sound, but it's not fatal either.

[So good so far.] 】

Han Jue was eyeing the tiger.

The photographer patted Han Jue strangely, thinking that Han Jue was sick.

Zhang Yiman took out supermarket-bought rubber gloves and dish soap from the bag to clean the sponge.

[Well, normal.] 】

Then, Zhang Yiman bent down and pulled open the disinfection cabinet under the stove.

[What is she going to do?] Han Jue noticed that something was wrong, and immediately straightened his back.

Then he watched Zhang Yiman put the unwashed dinner plate in!

"Ah, you ......" Han Jue stood up.

Zhang Yiman was unmoved, and pressed a few buttons above the cabinet.

[Didi, drip. 】

Han Jue listened to the sound of mechanical movement, and suddenly five thunderbolts were stunned on the spot!

"This is a dishwasher?!" Han Jue said in shock.

"yes. Zhang Yiman turned to look at Han Jue, looking strange Han Jue making a fuss.

"Can't use the dishwasher...... The dishwasher lacks a spirit!" Han Jue stumbled.

"Uncle, are you being funny now?" Zhang Yiman was surprised by Han Jue's metaphysics, and looked dazed, thinking that Han Jue was pompously stealing the camera.

She shook her head, turned around, and washed the silver cutlery with a quick motion.

Zhang Yiman is not a person who does not touch the spring water with his fingers. When I was a trainee in the company, I went to eat the noodles cooked by my friends in the practice room, and she didn't eat the noodles in vain, and she would help them clean them after eating.

However, at this time, Han Jue couldn't care about lamenting Zhang Yiman's very homely side.

"The dishwasher makes you weak!" Han Jue said in a panic, pointing to the working dishwasher.

Looking at a dishwasher is like watching a devil who is ready to make a deal with humans.

"What is he doing?" the director said as he looked at the screen, puzzled by the screenwriters around him.

"I don't know. A screenwriter replied.

"It feels like I'm playing a hillbilly who sees a dishwasher for the first time, but it's too delicate. He shouldn't be able to act. Another screenwriter's answer was unanimously agreed.

"If that's true, does he wash the dishes by hand at home?"

"Maybe it's just his personal fetish. It's like someone who likes to wash clothes by hand. ”

"Possibly, possibly. ”

"Hey, this kid is pretty retro. The director said with a smile.