Food and laughter are enough to open a person's heart and warm it.

Gu Qingzhou ate a good meal, and in Cheng Yu's gags, his mood completely improved.

The remaining half of the anchovy shrimp was brought back by Cheng Yu.

Zhuo Mozhi was already able to go out.

He was very ambitious, and he had to go to the academy to teach, for fear that his homework would be replaced by other teachers. I often have to go back to Beiping to fulfill my filial piety and rest flawlessly.

However, he no longer went back to the small attic at night, but relied on Cheng Yu.

After Gu Qingzhou's mood returned to the same state, he also liked to talk about some gossip.

She asked Si Xingpei, "Do you believe in dissociative disorder?" ”

"I don't believe it." The priest said.

"I'm kind of convinced." Gu Qingzhou said.

Si Xingpei said: "In a person's body, there are two personalities and souls, if you think about it carefully, does it look like a ghost is talking nonsense?" ”

Gu Qingzhou smiled.

She said: "It is difficult to figure out the soul of a person, even in the legend of our ancestors, people have three souls and seven spirits. If the two are separated, won't a lot be obtained? ”

Si Xingpei still didn't believe it.

However, if Gu Qingzhou is shaken, he can also be shaken.

He was unprincipled in front of his wife.

What the wife believes, Si Xingpei believes. If one day, Mrs. believes that people can fly to the sky, and Si Xingpei is also willing to believe it.

"Cheng Yu took a big advantage." The priest said.

"Huh?"

"She found a little white face, but it turned out to be two people, didn't she take advantage?" The priest said.

Gu Qingzhou slapped him: "She's scared to death, you still make her happy." ”

"What's there to be afraid of? Zhuo Mozhi wore through the soles of his feet and carried her back. Si Xingpei said, "This alone, even if this person is a devil, he also has a kindness to Cheng Yu." ”

Gu Qingzhou was quite moved.

"Unexpectedly, he really fell in love with Cheng Yu." Gu Qingzhou said, "I can't wait to get in and make a marriage for them." ”

Si Xingpei pinched her nose: "There are so many things, it's better to knit another sweater for me." ”

The old sweater before was brought over by Si Xingpei.

Gu Qingzhou planned to repair his sleeves again.

However, when it was unfolded, it was really unsightly, and she was a little embarrassed.

"Okay, I'll learn again." Gu Qingzhou said.

She loves to learn this little craft.

In the early winter afternoon, sitting on the sofa in the living room, letting the sunlight from the window shine on her instep, her whole body is warm, knitting wool one by one, is the best life.

Her mood was beautiful.

Gu Qingzhou and Si Xingpei returned to their former lives, but Cheng Yu was in a mess again.

Every time Zhuo Mozhi came back, he had to be close to her, which made Cheng Yu resist.

She wanted to be angry with Zhuo Mozhi, but she was really embarrassed, after all, people were so desperate to save her; But it can make her emotional, and it's a little difficult.

When she sulked, Zhuo Mozhi asked her, "Do you want to go out and eat something good?" ”

This has been unpleasant many times.

Every time he proposed like this, Cheng Yu's stomach was not angry, he fantasized about all kinds of delicacies, and compromised without principle: "Yes." ”

Zhuo Mozhi took her down to the restaurant.

She hadn't eaten enough of the anchovy shrimp, so she asked the people in the restaurant to do it.

In Northwest cuisine, there is no Soviet-style anchovy shrimp, and the young man is also in a dilemma.

The chef came over in person and asked about the appearance and taste of the dish: "Miss tell me carefully, I'll try it." ”

Cheng Yu described the appearance and taste.

She didn't know the essence of this dish, the chef had never done it, and she had to try other ways to cook shrimp.

The anchovy shrimp made are not very similar in appearance.

Cheng Yu tasted it and threw it away.

Zhuo Mozhi asked, "Isn't it delicious?" ”

"Not really." Cheng Yu said, "It's not that taste. ”

Zhuo Mozhi clipped one himself.

"It's crispy on the outside, and the shrimp meat is tender, isn't that delicious enough?" Zhuo Mozhi asked her.

Cheng Yu shook his head.

She propped her elbows on the table, sighed and said to Zhuo Mozhi: "I really envy Gu Qingzhou, her bastard husband, who can cook anything." ”

Zhuo Mozhi's expression paused slightly.

"It's good to be nice, but you don't know how to cook." Cheng Yu said again.

The disappointment in her words stimulated Zhuo Mozhi.

How can a man let a woman down?

"Isn't it just cooking?" He said, "I'll learn." ”

Cheng Yu looked at him in astonishment: "Can you learn?" ”

"Try it." Zhuo Mo said, "Isn't the division seat also the same?" ”

Cheng Yu said: "Look at you compared to this person!" You're going to do the good! ”

The corners of Zhuo Mozhi's lips are slightly curved.

Cheng Yu and Gu Qingzhou have a good relationship, they are not the kind of friendship that compliments each other, but dislike each other but are loyal to each other.

Zhuo Mozhi originally disdained to associate with people.

But the sincere friendship also moved him.

"I'll go back and learn." He said.

Sure enough, from that day on, every time he went to the academy to teach two shooting lessons, he would go to a restaurant and learn other people's crafts.

He trusted the relationship, and he gave enough money.

What taught him was an imperial chef who had served in the palace and specialized in Yunnan cuisine, and belonged to the chef of Yunnan cuisine.

Zhuo Mozhi is not to learn to cook, he is just to please Cheng Yu.

He picked the dishes from Cheng Yu's hometown.

The imperial chef told him: "Yunnan cuisine is mainly fresh water and mountain delicacies, cloud legs, chicken palm, matsutake mushrooms, prawns, these things can be mastered, even if you can be a teacher." ”

Zhuo Mozhi said: "It's quite simple. ”

Chef almost hit him in the face with a spoonful!

In front of the chef who blindly studied hard and cultivated, he used the four words "quite simple" to evaluate Yunnan cuisine, which is an insult to the chef and Yunnan cuisine.

"Where are you from?" The chef asked him coldly.

Zhuo Mozhi said: "Anhui." ”

"Oh, your Hui dishes are pretty easy to make." Chef said.

Zhuo Mozhi realized that he had angered the chef.

So, the next imperial chef made it difficult in every possible way, and he understood the reason.

After studying for several days, I was half exhausted and didn't learn anything.

Cheng Yu asked him: "Did you really learn to cook?" ”

"Hmm."

"How's the result?" Cheng Yu smiled, "Do you know how to make anchovy shrimp?" ”

Zhuo Mozhi was embarrassed to say that he annoyed other chefs as soon as he opened his mouth, and now he is still doing it, picking vegetables and cutting vegetables, etc., and he has not touched the stove at all.

"Learned a little bit of fur." He said.

Cheng Yu was not interested, and deliberately asked: "How much is the fur?" You can make one for me. ”

Zhuo Mozhi glanced at her.

Cheng Yu looked expectant.

Zhuo Mozhi had no choice but to be tough, he had seen the chef make money prawns, so he said, "I'll make you money prawns, right?" ”

Cheng Yu was shocked: "Our Yunnan money prawns? Come on, come on, you try! ”

Zhuo Mozhi's craftsmanship is not very high, and his courage is really big.

He didn't understand anything, so he busied himself in the kitchen, got oily all over his body, and made a pot of black prawns.

He said seriously: "The appearance is not good, but the taste is authentic." ”

Cheng Yu endured the twitching of the corners of his lips and reached out to grab one to peel off.

Peel one off, bite off half of it, spit it out on the spot, and throw the remaining half on Zhuo Mozhi's face!

"It's not cooked, it's killing me!" Cheng Yu jumped to his feet and scolded.