Xue Xia sighed helplessly, Xiao Chen asked Lu Chen to take care of herself, although she was not interesting to others, but she couldn't hurt people's hearts too much, people were stupid and didn't know what to say, and they had to find a topic, otherwise it would be even more embarrassing between the two of them, and they didn't know who was taking care of whom. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

After a while, Lu Chen ran up with a box of gruel and said, "Manager Xue drink it while it's hot?"

"Well, give me that ointment first, the doctor said to drink it before eating. Xue Xia pointed to a white ointment on the table and said.

Lu Chen picked up the ointment and looked at it, it was all in English, obviously imported medicine, he twisted the lid of the ointment and handed it to Xue Xia and asked, "This is a medicine for the stomach?"

"Yes. Xue Xia took the ointment, asked Lu Chen to shake the hospital bed towards the side of her head, and squeezed it into her mouth, and immediately Xue Xia's face changed, the taste was too bitter, barely swallowed, Xue Xia asked Lu Chen to take two sips of water, stuck out her tongue and said, "It's too bitter." ”

"Drink porridge, right?" Lu Chen wanted to say in the second half of his sentence that I would feed you, but he was too embarrassed to speak.

Xue Xia didn't hear Lu Chen's voice, and commanded Lu Chen to open the folding table on the hospital bed, so that he could scoop and drink porridge with one hand......

Although the porridge in the hospital cafeteria is not unpleasant, it is far worse than Liting's porridge, and the ointment was too unpleasant to drink before, Xue Xia lost her appetite after two sips, she sighed: "Forget it, I really can't drink it." ”

"Aren't you hungry?" Lu Chen remembered that Xue Xia had drunk some porridge he made in the morning.

"Hungry, but no appetite, it's all the porridge you made in the morning that is too delicious......" Xue Xia paused suddenly when she said this, did her tone and sentence not fit inappropriately?

Lu Chen is now a man who can master eighteen kinds of cooking. At the moment, he said confidently: "Manager Xue, if you still want to drink, I'll do it for you now." ”

"No need, this is not a hotel ......" Before Xue Xia finished speaking, she saw Lu Chen walking out of the ward quickly, and that firm back made Xue Xia's entire body freeze, and the familiar picture suddenly went up from the depths of memory.

Coming to the restaurant again, he glanced left and right at the window where the least number of people went, and the aunt who sold rice at the window walked over and asked with a dialect version of Mandarin: "Young man, have a rice bowl?"

"Well, can I cook my own cooking? I'll pay. Lu Chen spoke.

"There is no such rule in the restaurant, outsiders are not allowed to enter. Auntie refused.

"Smack. An old man's head pressed against the window, and Lu Chen said, "Is it enough?"

Auntie's eyes lit up, and she suddenly said enthusiastically: "Eldest nephew, you can come to see your aunt, hurry in and let's catch up." ”

Lu Chen: "......" He knelt down for his aunt's acting skills, and the restaurant has rules that will die after all.

Lu Chen walked in from the side, and the aunt dragged him over and whispered: "You hurry up, if someone comes to ask you, they will say that I am your aunt." ”

"Understood. Lu Chen nodded and entered the small kitchen at the back, although the kitchen is small, the basic ingredients for stir-frying are also complete, and the utensils will be available, it is definitely not comparable to Liting, but it is much stronger than Lu Chen's family.

"You're a cook too?" asked a young man in the kitchen, raising an eyebrow.

Lu Chen glanced at the guy who stir-fried the vegetables, eighty percent of them were the aunt's son, so he nodded and said, "Well, it's barely one." ”

"Don't you think we fry it delicious?" the guy said in a heavy tone.

When the aunt heard this, she turned her head and glared at her son, and said in a low voice: "Shut up, it's not that people don't give money." ”

The young man stopped talking when he heard this, and moved his body to the side to make way of the cooking place, but his eyes were provocative, as if he was waiting to see Lu Chen make a fool of himself.

Lu Chen didn't bother to pay attention to him, pulled an apron from the shelf next to him and sent it, washed his hands and rolled up his cuffs, and familiarized himself with the feel of the utensils again, and the fusion began!

Fill the water, turn on the fire, wash the vegetables, chop the vegetables, and you're done!

The guy watching the battle next to him was already stupid, Lu Chen's knife work really scared him to pee, and he heard the sound of the knife cutting the panel, the knife fell too fast, a carrot will become a filament in less than half a minute, what is the hand speed of this Nima?

After the vegetables were cut, they were put into the pot to boil the porridge, and boiled over medium heat, there was still plenty of time, and the consistency of the porridge this time was also thinner than in the morning, so Lu Chen did not use the ripening technique again.

"Gollum!" Lu Chen's stomach was also hungry, so he also solved his dinner by the way, and when he was thinking about what to eat, the guy on the side stammered: "Big, great god, how do you practice your knife skills?"

"Knife work?" Lu Chen made up a lie and said, "I started cutting vegetables when I was three years old, you should work hard." ”

"Good, that's amazing. "The guy really believed it, and he couldn't help but believe it in the face of absolute facts.

"Son, a rice bowl with oily meat, a rice bowl with shredded potatoes, and a rice bowl with stir-fried pork with sharp peppers. "Auntie's voice came from outside.

"That great god, why don't you fry a plate?" said the young man.

"It's better for you to come. Lu Chen said and disintegrated and stood aside, it would take a few minutes for a cook to fry a rice bowl, and it would take a few minutes for the three rice bowls to be fried.

"Then the great god, you give me more pointers. The humility on the young man's face is absolutely inverse with his arrogant appearance before.

"Done. Lu Chen agreed, anyway, pointing and pointing, you can't do it.

"Great god, how is this dish cut?"

"The thickness is inconsistent, you have to practice. ”

"Great god, how is this dish fried?"

"If you put too much oil, you have to practice. ”

"Great God, is it right that I put this material?"

"There's a lot of soy sauce, so you have to practice. ”

"Great God ......"

"...... have to practice. ”

The young man asked happily, and Lu Chen also replied on the side, fortunately, there were two stoves, and he just turned on the fire to boil the porridge here, and estimated that after the young man finished copying the rice bowl, his porridge was almost the same.

"God, you just let him boil the porridge slowly, why do you keep tinkering with it. The guy asked strangely.

"I'm turning on the fire a little too much, I'm afraid it will stick to the bottom of the pan. Lu Chen said.

"Oh, it turns out that there is such a university question about porridge. "The guy seems to have learned valuable knowledge.

Lu Chen was speechless, this is common sense, okay, the main guy was brainwashed by Lu Chen's knife work just now, and felt that what Lu Chen said was right, so he just humbly agreed to ask for advice.

The three donburi of the guy were ready, Lu Chen turned down the heat of the porridge, and then fused the little master again, he had decided that his dinner today would be egg fried rice, which was also one of the best dishes of the little master--- golden fried rice.