The black ash on Murong Chong's face and hands was quickly wiped clean, looking at the black handkerchief, Murong Chong thought about it, dipped it in water with his cleaned hands, and then carefully used his fingertips to help Lin Ruo erase the traces of the prank he left on her face.

The cold water, warm fingertips, rubbing on his face, Lin Ruo's eyes began to flutter. After three back and forth, the black ash was finally wiped away. I don't know if it was because he rubbed the ground too hard, or because of other reasons, Lin Ruo's cheeks were extremely red.

Murong Chong looked at Lin Ruo's appearance, couldn't help but lower his head, his lips lightly touched her cheek, feeling that her whole body stiffened slightly, he tilted his head slightly, leaned into Lin Ruo's ear, and whispered, "Didn't you say that your face is good?" Let's go, it's not enough if it's late. ”

Lin Ruo let out an "oh", lowered his head, and walked quickly to the wooden basin.

The corners of Murong Chong's mouth were hooked, and his heart was full of joy.

Applying oil, continuing to knead the dough, twisting it into a dough agent, ramen, even though the red clouds on his face have not faded, the movements of Lin Ruo's hands have not been affected at all.

I don't know what the reason is, the small dough was divided into five dough pieces by her, and each dough was finally pulled into a different thickness - not because of her poor skills, but obviously on purpose. There are two finger-wide trouser belt surfaces, and there are also silver silk surfaces as thin as hair, some round and some flat.

But Murong Chong's case is more miserable, how to smoothly pull a ball of dough into noodles has become the latest problem that plagues him - every time it is pulled and broken, why is it!

Lin Ruo didn't make fun of him this time, and gave a little pointer to the essentials, helping Murong Chong turn his big ball of dough into noodles.

Coming back to the stove with the finished product, Lin Ruo asked, "Do you want someone to come and light the fire?" ”

Murong Chong shook his head and sat down in the position where the fire was burning: "I'll come." ”

Such a rare opportunity, I don't want someone to destroy it! It's a big deal to have his hands full of black ash again, and he can ask Ah Ruo to help him scrub it again!

"But your ...... hurt"

"It's out of the way," the corners of Murong Chong's mouth rose slightly, and he looked at Lin Ruo with burning eyes, "My lady is a disciple of the 'ghost doctor', no matter how seriously she is injured, she can rejuvenate her hands!" ”

Lin Ruo's face was red again, this guy was addicted to teasing her!

"The knife technique that Master Mo taught me, I used to chop vegetables."

The implication is that the medical skills are not very good.

But Murong Chong didn't mind, he sat upright, and didn't plan to move his position, so Lin Ruo stopped persuading. While waiting for the water to boil, she quickly minced the green onions, ginger and garlic used as seasonings, and stacked them neatly on the board, the knife work dazzled Murong Chong - the ghost doctor's knife technique really deserves its name! Just used to chop vegetables...... Hehe!

When the water boiled, he first poured the hair-thin silver noodles into the boiling water, but after ten breaths, he immediately scooped them up and put them in a bowl filled with cold water—not a bowl, to be exact, but a strangely shaped plate, with five bowls inside and out, all filled with cold water.

Lin Ruo turned the noodles she made from thin to wide, boiled them in boiling water, and then dialed them into a bowl in turn. If you look closely, you can see that the thicker the noodles, the longer they will be boiled in water.

In the end, Lin Ruo poured the batch of uneven noodles pulled by Murong Chong into the cauldron of boiling water, covered the pot, and then took the strange five-groove bowl in her hand, scooped up the noodles in the cold water one by one, poured all the cold water used to cool the noodles, and then put the noodles back into the bowl.

Murong Chong watched curiously as Lin Ruo came over with a small blackened copper stove, watched her pull out a few pieces of red-burned and still sparkling wooden strips from the stove, and then watched her move to the other side, stuffed the reddened wooden strips into the two small furnaces, and then added a few pieces of black charcoal to them, and completed these, put a casserole on one of the small stoves, and then put a small iron pot on the other small stove, poured oil into it, picked up the pu fan in the gap next to it, and fanned it leisurely and gently to the lower vent of the small stove where the iron pot was resting.

During the whole process, Murong Chong's heart was pounding, for fear that Lin Ruo would be burned by the scorching wooden bars!

The fire of the small stove seemed to be starting to bubble, Lin Ruo put down the fan, returned to the stove, lifted the lid of the pot, accurately copied two long chopsticks from the rising white mist, stirred the noodles, reminded Murong Chong not to add any more fire, scooped up all the noodles, put them in an iron basin filled with half of the cold water on the side, and then rushed to the table, took a clean small bowl very skillfully, poured sauce, salt and other seasonings into it, and then put the green onions, ginger, and minced garlic that had just been prepared into it, and finally added a large spoonful of beef sauce to it.

After doing this, the oil in the iron pan began to smoke and make a noise.

Lin Ruo picked up the oil pot and poured all the hot oil into the freshly mixed sauce bowl, and after the sound of "zilala", the fragrance of the sauce was completely exploded, and it made people's thumbs move.

Lin Ruo carried the iron pot in one hand, and took the plate of green leafy vegetables from the table with the other, put the iron pot back on the small stove, and quickly oiled the green vegetable leaves, and then put the iron pot aside, but never extinguished the fire.

Murong Chong's eyes watched Lin Ruo in the kitchen with ease and calmness without blinking, this was the first time he had seen Lin Ruo cook, to be exact, it was also the first time to watch someone cook.

It was also because this person who was busy in the kitchen was Lin Ruo that he was even more fascinated.

Watching Lin Ruo's ten fingers fly, he put the corn, pine nuts, diced carrots, and diced asparagus that had just been fried on the oily, extremely soft green vegetable leaves, folded left and right, and became a small dumpling-like vegetable leaf bag in the blink of an eye.

Murong Chong opened his mouth, his face full of surprise.

Lin Ruo's skillful cooking skills are good, he knows it, but seeing Lin Ruo cooking with his own eyes, he has to be surprised by this.

Time passed like this, and Murong Chong, who was watching Lin Ruo busy in the kitchen, didn't have much sense of time passing, and only then did he come back to his senses when he heard Lin Ruo's "Okay".

In front of him, there were five small bowls of different noodles: silver noodles hung in chicken broth, trouser noodles drizzled with seasoned sauce, round noodles mixed with sesame oil and sesame seeds and wrapped with vegetable leaves, thin noodles with bright soup and neatly stacked thin beef slices, and a bowl of scallion oil noodles with only chives and minced meat mixed with hot oil. But this bowl of scallion oil noodles is the simplest of the most famous - there is only one noodle in the whole small bowl.

Lin Ruo said that this is called "five blessings", which means longevity, well-being, wealth, virtue, and good death.

This is her birthday instruction to him.

A thousand words are all in these five bowls of noodles.

Murong Chong's heart was moved, thinking that Lin Ruo hadn't eaten yet, so he pulled her to eat with him. Lin Ruo couldn't help it, and she also moved a few chopsticks, but she didn't move the bowl of continuous single noodles that meant "longevity", and left it all to Murong Chong.