Yan Lu suddenly had a feeling that he had been teased, and got into the car with a red face, resolutely refusing to answer this question with rich connotations.

Back at home, Wen Jiu went upstairs with him, put things into the bathroom, and saw that the time was almost up, Wen Jiu sent a text message to Yan Lu: "Come to the kitchen." ”

Yan Lu lingered for five minutes before coming to the kitchen with a straight face.

Wen Jiu was pickling fish, turned his head and smiled at him: "Take off your clothes." ”

Yan Lu's expression changed slightly: "Why are you taking off your clothes?" When Weishenme heard this, he felt a feeling of fever all over his body.

Wen Jiu looked at his crisp coat and said thoughtfully: "How can you work without taking off your clothes, Mr. Yan's clothes seem to be very expensive." ”

Yan Lu put his hands in his pockets and replied, "The kitchen has no air conditioning, it's too cold." ”

"It's okay, I've asked grandma to prepare a grandfather's cotton coat for you." Wen Jiu, who was very thoughtful, took an old man's Chinese cotton coat from the high chair next to him and handed it to him.

Yan Lu frowned, let him wear this festive blue satin padded jacket covered with Wufu patterns, and work in the kitchen like a rich man? Heh, that's ridiculous.

Mr. Yan said two words neatly: "Don't." ”

"If you don't change your clothes, then you can put on an apron." Wen Shu thoughtfully took a pink cherry blossom ruffled apron from the back of the chair behind him.

Yan Lu: ""

She was deliberately angry with him, right? But looking at his expression, he looked very concerned about his clothes.

Yan Lu's brain made up for the appearance of himself wearing this apron, and once again decisively refused, "You don't need to wear it, your clothes will be dirty if they are dirty." ”

Wen Jiu had no choice but to put down his apron, "Okay, be careful, don't stain your clothes, wash the greens first." ”

Yan Lu condescendingly looked at the soil on the roots of the green cabbage, and the hands in his pockets, and suddenly felt a pain of doomsday.

Seeing that he didn't move, Wen Jiu kindly asked, "Will you wash?" Do you want me to teach you? This kind of treatment of kindergarten children immediately burned Mr. Yan's self-esteem.

He snorted, put his hand in the basin, and began to shake off the leaves. This simple work is still used to learn? It's just that he doesn't want to do it.

The greens were washed seven times, and every leaf was covered in scaly wounds, dying, Yan Lu was satisfied, turned his head and wanted to ask Wenjiu where he put the greens, but he forgot to say when the words came to his mouth.

Wenjiu lowered his head and was chopping vegetables.

She took off her coat and wore a pink cherry blossom ruffled apron over her slim black cashmere sweater. The night outside the window has been quietly shrouded, the lights in the kitchen are bright, shining on her beautiful side, slender waist, and her chopping vegetables is also so good-looking, calm and elegant, meticulous.

Yan Lu has seen countless beauties on countless occasions, but for the first time in the kitchen, he saw that a woman could be so beautiful, and it was completely different from the beauty in the bright lights. Elegant and quiet like a glass of wine, slowly refreshing the heart, the whole person seems to be relaxed to an extreme.

Time is quiet and beautiful, and beauty is like jade.

Wen Jiu had a feeling of being stared at, but when he raised his head, he found that Yan Lu was slowly shaking the green vegetables, not squinting, and extremely serious, but those green vegetable leaves were already miserable.

"When you're done, put it in a basket and drain it."

Yan Lu turned around and found a basket of drainage, put the vegetables in, and then opened the kitchen door, she was wearing too little, and with the door open, the air conditioning and heating in the living room could blow in a little.

Grandma was playing with toys with Huanhuan, and when she saw the kitchen door open, she walked to the door curiously to take a look, and was surprised at this look.

Grandma walked to the sofa and said to the old man, "This boy of ours really likes this girl this time." ”

The old man took the remote control and sighed noncommittally.

The grandmother said, "Go and see, he was called around by the little girl." ”

The old man glanced in the direction of the kitchen and hummed: "Yu Qianqian, the third year of junior high school, is here, you can watch it, it will be lively when the time comes." ”

Grandma whispered: "I think this girl is better than Qianqian, what do you say?" ”

The old man didn't say anything.

Yan Lu's grandfather Gu Yingjie is a fiery temper, and no one dares to provoke him in his life, so Old Man Yan is not afraid of him. Old man Gu followed his grandson's wishes in everything, and he was alone in Yu Qianqian's matter, because this was Yan Lu's mother's dying wish.

Yan Lu brought back the warm wine just to get his grandfather's approval and let his grandfather come forward to compete with his grandfather. Of course, Old Man Yan understands his grandson's little abacus. The third day of junior high school is his birthday, Yu Qianqian comes to congratulate him on his birthday every year, according to Yu Qianqian's temper, when he sees Yan Lu bringing a girlfriend home, it is going to make a big fuss in the heavenly palace. When I thought of this, the old man's head was big.

Grandma said again: "Ah Lu doesn't like Qianqian, and we can't force the child, this is a lifelong thing."

The old man snorted: "I didn't interfere with the child's marriage, you go and tell Old Man Gu about this." ”

Grandma was so choked that she couldn't speak.

Yan Lu's father, Yan Mingbo, remarried three months after his wife's death, and gave birth to Huanhuan not long after, and the old man Gu was so angry that he ran to Yan's house and was furious, and almost beat Yan Mingbo up.

Old man Yan has been tall and arrogant all his life, clean and self-conscious, but he was a little unable to raise his head in front of his in-laws because of his son's affairs, and in private, he scolded Yan Mingbo a lot. The relationship between the Yan and Gu families has also faded since then.

Grandma pondered in her heart, although Wenjiu is a good child, but Yu Qianqian is the girl that Gu Yingjie has a crush on, and Yan Lu's mother left a message before she died, wanting her to be her daughter-in-law, so it is not so easy for Yan Lu to flop.

"Grandma, it's time to eat." Warm sake came out of the kitchen with a steaming plate of chicken soup in his hand and placed it on the table.

Grandma got up with a smile, "It's so fragrant, you can tell that the taste is absolutely wrong when you smell it." ”

The old man also put down the remote control, walked over, and watched the warm wine serve dishes one by one, and couldn't help but secretly compare it in his heart, this kid is indeed better than Yu Qianqian. Yu Qianqian, like Yan Lu, is a pampered child at home, not to mention cooking, I'm afraid the kitchen has never been in the kitchen.

Broccoli, purple cabbage, green and red peppers make a brightly colored salad, hot dishes are fried black fungus with daylily, steamed sea bass, oyster sauce, shiitake mushrooms, crispy tea shrimp, bacon enoki mushrooms, and then stewed a local chicken yam soup.

Grandma couldn't stop praising these dishes. The old man didn't say anything, but his face was full of satisfaction.

Yan Lu couldn't help but be proud, the person he picked was really right, although he was angry with him, teased him, and called him at every turn, but for the sake of her being so capable, just forgive her, anyway, doing a little work didn't tire him, it was quite fresh.

He looked sideways at Wen Jiu sitting next to him, she was really pleasing to the eye and good-looking.

Grandma took out a bottle of Jian Nanchun and a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet on the side and put them on the table, and said to Yan Lu: "You accompany grandpa to drink white wine, and Xiao Wen and I drink some red wine." ”

Wen Jiu smiled and shook his head: "Grandma, I don't know how to drink." ”

Grandma smiled and said, "Just come a little, today is Chinese New Year's Eve, a lively and festive picture." ”

Five people gathered around the table to start the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, and during the banquet, they drank half a glass of red wine with warm wine.

Yan Lu accompanied the old man to drink six glasses of liquor, Wen Jiu looked at him sideways, and found that he looked as usual, it seems that Mr. Yan has a good amount of wine. After the old man drank the wine, he talked a little more than usual, and he was also very kind to the warm wine.

The "girlfriend" was recognized by the old man, and it was no longer a problem, Yan Lu was very satisfied.

Wen Jiu saw that the food was almost finished, so he got up and went to the kitchen to prepare the main food. The sausage claypot rice is ready and stewed in a casserole. Wenjiu specially prepared a bowl of egg custard for Yan Huan, mixed sesame oil, put it in the steamer, and turned on a high fire.

Then, the warm wine cut some chives and chopped coriander, uncovered the claypot rice, poured the soup on it, and sprinkled the chives and coriander on top, and suddenly a fragrant aroma came to the nose.

Wen Jiu took out the rice, brought out two bowls and gave it to his grandparents first, and when he entered the kitchen, Yan Lu had already taken the initiative to walk in, obviously to help serve the rice.

Wen Jiu was a little surprised, she didn't expect Yan Lu to make such rapid progress, from passive to active service, she smiled approvingly at Yan Lu, and said casually while serving rice: "You turn off the fire, and bring out the egg custard in the pot." ”

After drinking half a glass of warm red wine, his face was red and pink, like cherry blossoms in early spring, under the lamp, delicate and blooming, and his eyes were bright and moving.

Yan Lu was a little in a trance, absentmindedly went to serve the bowl in the steamer, but as soon as he picked it up, he slammed the bowl back into the pot, and then frowned and hissed.

Wenjiu is really angry and funny, this is really a boy who has never worked, such a hot bowl is served empty-handed.

She hurriedly took Yan Lu's hand and put it under the water pipe, "Flush it with cold water, I'll go get the toothpaste." ”

The thin stream of water rushed through the hot fingers, Yan Lu frowned, and secretly annoyed: It's not that she hasn't seen a woman laugh, even if she smiles better than others, she won't make such a low-level ridiculous mistake.

Wen Jiu took the toothpaste and turned Yan Lu's palm over and looked at it. Her fingers were a little red, but it didn't hurt much, she squeezed out the toothpaste and smeared it one by one.

The cool toothpaste touched his skin, Yan Lu lowered his head, looked at Wen Jiu's face, and suddenly had a feeling that he couldn't take his eyes off.

Wen Jiu lowered his head, carefully smeared him with toothpaste, soft fingers, slowly stroked from his fingers, he suddenly felt as if his whole body was on electricity, a strange itch of numbness, and what was even more bizarre was that he actually had some kind of reaction.

Wen Jiu was concentrating on applying toothpaste to him, when suddenly Yan Lu pulled his fingers out of her hand, and his face was a little strange.

"What's wrong? Hurt? ”

Yan Lu didn't speak, and walked out of the kitchen quickly.

The warm wine was a little inexplicable, and he took the egg custard out of the kitchen and put it in front of Yan Huan. Unexpectedly, Yan Huan pursed his mouth when he saw it, "I don't like egg custard." ”

Yan Lu said with a straight face: "Don't be rude, my sister made it for you." ”

Wenjiu was not angry, smiled and took a tube of tomato sauce, squeezed it onto the egg custard, and drew a Pooh the head on the golden egg custard like a cake.

Huanhuan clapped his hands happily: "I like Winnie the Pooh." ”

Grandma couldn't help but praise: "The hands are so skillful." ”

The old man also secretly praised that this girl is smart and can coax children.

Huanhuan eats a bowl of egg custard because of Winnie the Pooh.

Wen Jiu looked at Yan Huan with a smile, paused for a while and turned his face, and found that the claypot rice in front of Yan Lu was motionless.

She said softly, "Why don't you eat it?" ”

Yan Lu said with a cold face: "My hand hurts." ”

Does it hurt so much that you can't even hold a spoon? Wenjiu wanted to laugh at him for being squeamish, but when he thought that he was burned and had something to do with him, he said sorry apologetically.

Yan Lu looked at her dissatisfied, I'm sorry?

Huanhuan asked curiously, "Brother, what's wrong with your hand?" ”

"It's hot."

When the grandparents heard this, they asked, "What's the matter?"

Only then did Yan Lu bring the hand under the table to the table, and the two old men were relieved to see that there was no major problem.

Only Huanhuan looked at the eldest brother's hand that wiped the toothpaste and felt that the problem was very serious.

"Let my sister feed you."

The child's words caused the grandmother to laugh, and even the old man, who has always been serious, hooked the corners of his lips.

Rao is warm wine has always been generous, and his embarrassed face is a little hot, but Yan Lu looks like a calm one, slender hands, ten fingers crossed, reserved on the table, a pair of jiashi who doesn't feed you look at.