Chapter 9: Reserved Compliments

"Go, go, and talk nonsense again. ”

Lu Mingyu waved his hand and drove Lu Zhan to the side.

Lu Zhan was still holding a kitchen knife in his hand, with a little satisfied smile in his eyes, "Mom, let me help you." I run a restaurant with you, and you pay me a salary. ”

Lu Mingyu glared at Lu Zhan, "It's nonsense, if the illness is not cured, don't make a mess." ”

Lu Zhan was very calm and said, "Since noon yesterday, I have stopped taking medicine. It's been twenty-four hours now. Mom, you see I'm fine. ”

"You stopped taking the medicine, and you didn't take the medicine the doctor prescribed?"

Lu Mingyu looked frightened, frightened and frightened, very worried that Lu Zhan would be unconscious in the next second.

Lu Zhan nodded, "I didn't eat it!"

Lu Mingyu hurriedly stretched out his hand to touch Lu Zhan's forehead, and asked worriedly, "How are you feeling now?" Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Lu Zhan had a warm smile on his face, as if he had the power to calm people's hearts.

Under the infection of Lu Zhan's smile, Lu Mingyu gradually calmed down.

Lu Zhan said: "I feel good now, I have never been so good. Yesterday that prescription worked, and it cured me. ”

"Really?"

Lu Zhan nodded solemnly. In order to win Lu Mingyu's trust, Lu Zhan jumped a few times. Nothing happened after the jump.

"Don't jump, don't jump! I believe in you! I didn't think that prescription really worked. ”

Lu Mingyu never believed that the prescription was prescribed by Lu Zhan himself. None of that matters, though.

Regardless of whether the prescription was figured out by Lu Zhan himself or a home remedy obtained from the Internet, as long as it can cure Lu Zhan's disease, it is a good prescription.

Lu Mingyu was very excited and wiped the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand.

"How long does that medicine take? Is it expensive? You don't have enough money, do you?"

After speaking, Lu Mingyu unzipped his waist bag and took out a thick stack of money.

Most of them were small change, and there were only seven or eight pieces of 100 yuan denominations.

Lu Mingyu gave Lu Zhan all 100 yuan, a total of 800 yuan.

Lu Zhan is not hypocritical! He has no money now, so he can only take money from Lu Mingyu.

The Qi Nourishing Pill has to be eaten at least ten times, and it is nearly 5,000 yuan here.

When the money in his hand runs out, he will have to ask Lu Mingyu for money at that time.

Lu Zhan collected the money and said, "Mom, let me help you! I'll run this restaurant with you." ”

Lu Mingyu disagreed, "It's dirty and tiring to make a restaurant, you haven't recovered yet, so don't do it." Besides, you are a big boy, nesting in this small shabby restaurant every day, what can you do? ”

Lu Zhan smiled: "It's good to be a restaurant, I'm not tired." You can also see my knife work, and it is just right to do catering. ”

Lu Mingyu frowned, "If you are in good health, go out and find a job." Dining isn't as simple as you think. ”

Lu Zhan shook his head, "I just want to make a restaurant with you." Mom, I am confident that our Lujia noodle restaurant will become stronger and bigger. ”

"You really think about it?" Lu Mingyu stared at Lu Zhan, wanting to see if Lu Zhan was joking.

Lu Zhan nodded firmly, he had already thought about it when he was eating.

He has no education, no work experience, no skills, and has been seriously ill for three years. Even for ordinary jobs, you can only find salesmen or security guards.

As a salesman, with his sullen personality, I am afraid that he will not be able to sell a product for three months. As a security guard, the salary is small and there is no future.

Doing business on your own, one has no capital, and the other has no supply. Coupled with personality limitations, the road of doing business was also denied by Lu Zhan.

After thinking about it, there is only one thing left to do catering.

Knife work, Lu Zhan has verified it, and there must be no problem.

Heat, he is definitely stronger than Lu Mingyu.

Finally, and most crucially, you don't know if your food is good or not.

Lu Zhan simply said to Lu Mingyu: "Mom, I'll scramble you an egg fried rice, you can taste my craftsmanship." ”

"No!"

Lu Mingyu hurriedly refused.

Lu Zhan's hands moved quickly, and he had already taken the eggs and was ready to start work.

Lu Mingyu was very helpless when he saw Lu Zhan being so active, "You kid, you have been stubborn since you were a child." Okay, you don't have to make me egg fried rice, I promise you. ”

Lu Zhan was stirring eggs in his hands. He smiled and said to Lu Mingyu: "Mom, I'm done here." You might as well try my craft and see if you can do it. ”

Lu Mingyu sighed helplessly, and then said with a straight face: "Whatever you want." If it doesn't taste good, you wash the dishes for me every day, and I won't give you a penny's salary. ”

Lu Zhan raised his eyebrows and smiled, his eyes flashing with confidence.

Lu Zhan is confident that the egg fried rice he makes will be better than Lu Mingyu's.

Turn on the heat, add the oil, and put the stirred egg sauce in the pan.

Lu Zhan cooked for the first time and mastered the heat very carefully.

The eggs are fried until they are golden brown, and the smell of eggs comes to your nose.

Then mash the eggs, put in a bowl of rice and start stir-frying.

Egg fried rice is very simple to say, it is nothing more than eggs and rice. But it's not easy to make it delicious.

There are eggs in the rice, there is rice in the eggs, rice and eggs, the grains are distinct, but they can be perfectly blended together, which is a great test of cooking skills.

Lu Zhan fried the rice and adjusted the heat from time to time. If someone stood next to him and used a timer to time Lu Zhan, they would find that every time Lu Zhan adjusted the heat, he almost pinched the seconds to calculate.

Lu Zhan didn't deliberately calculate the time. Compared with the hurry when he fried the medicine last night, Lu Zhan, who was scrambling egg fried rice, already looked very calm.

Smelling the aroma of the food and watching the color change of the food, Lu Zhan knew that he had to adjust the size of the heat. Every time, just the right thing.

Lu Zhan felt that his control of the heat was gradually becoming proficient.

A bowl of egg fried rice is stir-fried, put on a plate and sprinkle with a little chopped green onion.

The fragrant egg fried rice is out of the oven.

If it is accompanied by a plate of kimchi, it is perfect!

Lu Zhan put the egg fried rice in front of Lu Mingyu, "Mom, you taste it and see if I make it delicious." ”

Lu Mingyu didn't rush to eat, and first commented, "It looks good and smells good." I just don't know if it tastes good or not. ”

Lu Zhan said confidently: "The taste should not be bad." ”

"Whether it tastes good or not, you have to eat it to know. ”

Lu Mingyu took a bite with chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

Hey!

An expression called surprise appeared on Lu Mingyu's face.

Lu Mingyu sandwiched another chopsticks and egg fried rice.

Lu Zhan looked at Lu Mingyu with some concern, and asked carefully, "How does it taste?"

Lu Mingyu's eyes lit up, startling Lu Zhan.

Lu Mingyu has fried countless bowls of egg fried rice, but he never thought that egg fried rice was delicious, and he didn't understand why so many people liked to eat egg fried rice. This is the first time, Lu Mingyu feels that the egg fried rice is actually quite delicious.

Lu Mingyu stared at Lu Zhan, "I haven't seen you cook, how can you cook." ”

Lu Zhan laughed, "I have a talent for cooking, I can watch it once." ”

This answer is barely acceptable.

Lu Mingyu no longer asked why Lu Zhan suddenly opened his mind, not only was his knife skills so good that he could fly, but he could also cook delicious meals.

Lu Mingyu simply picked up the plate and ate it.

This egg fried rice is delicious, how delicious it is, Lu Mingyu's limited culture can't describe it. Anyway, even she, who doesn't like egg fried rice, thinks it's delicious, so it must be extremely delicious.

Lu Zhan asked, "Mom, you haven't told me if it tastes good?"

Lu Mingyu nodded, "Yes, keep it up." ”

"Can I do a restaurant with you, then?"

Lu Mingyu said: "Just talking about egg fried rice, it's not a big problem. I just don't know if you can cook other dishes. ”

Yes, surely!

"Boss, let's have a casserole beef ball. ”

Here comes the guests.

Lu Zhan said to Lu Mingyu: "Mom, you eat slowly." I'll make the casserole beef balls. ”