Of course, Qin Lu didn't have such a high level of consciousness, his main purpose was to find a suitable place to put Gu Ji and Zhong Ruicheng together. The party hall is opened in a residential area, just like going to the house as a guest, you can cook and play cards. After it's over, pat your ass and leave, no need to clean up.

When everyone arrived, Qin Lu took out a handful of small written notes and proposed to draw lots to divide the work, and everyone did it themselves and made lunch.

As soon as Gu Ji was about to stretch out his hand, Qin Lu couldn't stop glaring at her and told her to pull back. When Zhong Ruicheng finished pumping, he quietly pushed under his thumb and forced a piece for Gu Ji. As a result, Gu Ji and Zhong Ruicheng were divided into two people, and the rest went to order takeout, carry drinks, and set dishes and chopsticks.

There is a small cubicle in the party hall, and all kinds of baking tools are readily available, and even the ingredients are prepared by the store.

Qin Lu's intentions were good, he felt that washing his hands and making soup, how warm and warm this noodles should be, he himself liked that kind of small-looking girl, and felt that as long as he showed his hand in virtue a little, Zhong Ruicheng could not be unmoved.

But he was really thinking about himself.

As a girl who was selected into the Olympiad training team in the third grade, she has never said "housework" in her life. In the year of the graduate school entrance examination, I learned to make egg fried rice and showed off all summer.

In the cubicle, Zhong Ruicheng swept around and raised his eyebrows at Gu Jiyi: "Let's divide the labor?" What will you do? ”

Gu Ji used to participate in the kind of baking activities organized by the company, the noodles were prepared in advance, wrapped around an apron, buckled out with molds to different shapes, and handed over to the staff to bake, and everything was fine. She knew that she was handicapped in this regard, but she didn't want to admit it in front of Zhong Ruicheng, so she thought that she had used a very understated and light-hearted word: "Make cookies, I'll be in charge of pressing the mold." ”

Zhong Ruicheng laughed "sneering", rolled up the sleeves of his shirt layer by layer, revealing a large cyan tattoo on his arm, and directly skillfully stirred flour and beat eggs.

His movements were too smooth, and he directly seemed to care about his words just now, which was particularly pale and weak. She wanted to step forward to do something to add water and hand things, but she also seemed to be involved, as soon as she got closer, Zhong Ruicheng turned around suddenly, this compartment was too small, but it directly forced her into a corner.

When Gu Ji felt embarrassed, he just smiled, and his eyes narrowed with laughter: "I'll see if there is anything I can do to help." ”

Looking closely, Zhong Ruicheng's nose has a particularly beautiful arc, and the lips under the tip of his nose are gently opened and closed: "Miss, you still sit, there is one foot left, and you can still jump." If you twist both feet, are you going to get out later? ”

Gu Ji couldn't laugh all of a sudden, the oven beeped, and she pushed it: "Then you go away, this makes you thin the air." ”

Zhong Ruicheng turned around to beat the cream, Gu Ji was still standing in place and pinching his wrist, the feeling just now seemed to be the legendary pectoral muscles?

The finished product is a basic soft cake, probably with enough ingredients, it smells very fragrant, smeared with a layer of cream, and then pulled with some simple flowers, which looks comparable to the style in the photos of those Internet celebrity baking experts.

There were still a few small round pieces of dough on the tray, and Gu Ji purely wanted to prove that he was not useless in the kitchen, so he reached out and wanted to pick them off: "How many of these pieces have spilled......"

I don't know how Zhong Ruicheng came around from a pile of debris, as soon as she moved, her whole hand was held by Zhong Ruicheng, although the movement was fast enough, the tips of her fingers were still red.

Zhong Ruicheng looked at the little fool's expression: "That's the biscuit you want, don't you know that the freshly baked biscuit is hot?" Go into the mountain, get a set of sound-absorbing glass from me, and this time you will see something, just say it, don't be so desperate. ”

Gu Ji watched him press his fingers into the cold water: "I haven't seen a freshly baked biscuit, didn't I think it was hot for a while?" How can the biscuits bought in the supermarket be hot. ”

She just casually lied to her, and Zhong Ruicheng got up with her: "Then have you ever seen a cow?" Do you think that the row of chocolate milk in the supermarket is squeezed out by the cow that feeds it chocolate? Craving milk ice cream and putting the cow in the fridge? ”

Gu Ji couldn't laugh for the second time in a day, she has been well-behaved since she was a child, and there are a lot of courteous boys, but anyone who is a little interested in her should not be this performance.

When the cake was served, the rest of the dishes were ready, and a large table was full. Qin Lu exaggeratedly shouted: "I touched my conscience and said, this cake is the best today, this is called slow work and careful work." ”

Gu himself was in a bad mood, so he gave him a roll of his eyes across the table: "Come on, can you touch your conscience by touching your chest?" You've got to touch your thighs. ”

Qin Lu replied with a hippie smile: "Whose thigh do I have to touch?" Yours? ”

Song Zixiao stood up immediately, and when he turned his head, he found that Zhong Ruicheng also stood up, but it was far away, and no one paid attention to him. Song Zixiao's movements paused, and then he opened the bottle of two pots and poured it into Qin Lu's mouth: "What are you talking about, don't look at whose sister this is, borrow your guts, you dare to touch it?" ”

Chen Jiaxing once joked that he was the reincarnation of a white-faced scholar, but no one expected him to turn his face for a joke.

Qin Lu was choked half to death, and crawled to the corner.

During the meal, Song Zixiao couldn't help but tease Qin Lu again and asked him if he had started to earn money.