These two people have a fight for cooking.

One was holding a knife to cut vegetables, swaying around, and Song Guangfu was frightened. He has never seen a person holding a knife in his hand and wiping sweat with the back of his hand, what if he is afraid that one will not pay attention to the broken phase? In that case, he was afraid that this kitchen would bleed.

The other put the dishes that were not cut very neatly into the bowl, and did not wipe the pot that had just been copied and poured the oil directly. The whole kitchen crackled, and the two girls screamed loudly in fright, hugging each other, one of them still holding a knife in his hand.

Song Guangfu is really afraid, if it goes on like this, I'm afraid that the two of them haven't cooked yet, and the kitchen is going to be killed!

"Are you two girls too?" Song Guangfu really felt that he didn't see it.

"Get out of here!" Song Guangfu really didn't have anything extra to say to the two of them.

"You're going to do it?" Hu Yaru tilted her head and stuck out her tongue, really embarrassed.

"Get out, get out, I'll cook." Song Guangfu urged, "There are cookies in the living room and soda in the refrigerator, you two can rest on the sofa." ”

"We'll do it ourselves." Hu Yaru said weakly.

"Two ancestors, you can rest, if you continue like this, I'm afraid the kitchen will explode!" Song Guangfu folded his hands and asked.

"We both know how to cook, and I just didn't expect water in this pot." Wu Lanyu grabbed the lid of the pot to block the spilled oil.

"I know, go, go to the living room!" Song Guangfu was a little impatient.

"Okay, let him do it." Wu Lanyu dragged Hu Yaru to the living room.

Hu Yaru was still holding a knife in her hand, "Alas, wait a minute." Hu Yaru was suddenly dragged in by her, "Give you a knife!" As he spoke, he directly rushed at Song Guangfu, and Song Guangfu instinctively dodged back.

Only then did he raise his hand and carefully pinch the back of the knife, "Rest." ”

In this wave of operations, Song Guangfu looked at his kitchen, and it was messy for a moment, and nothing was done. He couldn't help but speak, in this era, girls don't look like girls anymore.

Not long after, the sound of the pressure cooker frightened the two girls from the living room to the kitchen.

"What's wrong? Listen, is the gas tank leaking? Hu Yaru was frightened enough to hear this voice. She asked, leaning over to the doorframe.

"This one is jetting." Song Guangfu pointed to the pressure cooker that was stewing meat, "This pot is used for stewing meat." ”

This kind of pot Hu Yaru has really never seen before, she is a little afraid to approach, this pot is a little scary no matter how it looks, it is bubbling and bubbling, and it feels like it is about to explode at any time.

"This pot is very easy to use, and the stewed meat bones can be stewed directly into crispy." Song Guangfu talked while chopping vegetables.

Hu Yaru and Wu Lanyu looked left and right, this pot is indeed quite novel.

The meal was all done, saying that he wanted to do it himself, and in the end it was all done by Song Guangfu.

When Hu Yaru and Wu Lanyu entered the kitchen again, the dishes had already been put into the lunch box. Song Guangfu is putting lunch boxes into the bag one by one.

"Let's go! Go to the hospital! Song Guangfu looked at the two girls.

"You didn't pack those two lunch boxes!" Hu Yaru pointed to the lunch box on the board.

"It's for the two of you, and when you come back after delivering the meal, you take it back to eat."

"So sweet." Hu Yaru said this, but looked at Wu Lanyu.

Wu Lanyu received Hu Yaru's gaze, she stared back with round eyes, "What are you looking at me?" When the meal is ready, you can go, I'll go back. ”

"Well, let's go together!"

"No, no, no!" Wu Lanyu strode out the door.

Song Guangfu looked at her back, somewhat disappointed, he was selfish about this meal, but now it seems that Wu Lanyu is a little unappreciative!

"Then I'll go to the hospital myself." Hu Yaru lifted the bag on the board.

"I'll send you there, it's getting dark." Song Guangfu relieved himself, but still enthusiastically sent Hu Yaru to the hospital.

Sitting on the back seat of the bicycle, Hu Yaru quietly hugged the bag.

"Do you like Wu Lanyu?"

Now a fool can see that he is interested in Wu Lanyu, but Song Guangfu, a rotten wood, has not yet spoken clearly.

"Well, sort of."

"Just a little?" Hu Yaru was not very satisfied with this answer.