Su Qingluan's meal was just dawn in the morning, and when it was time to reach Shen, the sky outside was dark.

Although it is not yet sunset at this time, it can be regarded as sunset.

Rao is a very experienced chef for Su Qingluan, but she hasn't been so busy from morning to night for a long time, and she is a little uncomfortable.

But fortunately, although Su Qingluan is in charge of the kitchen this time, she is not simply a cook, but can sit down and enjoy the food together.

So you don't have to be busy in the back kitchen for most of the day, as you did in the previous life, and you have to stand next to everyone to introduce which dish uses what kind of ingredients and what kind of taste it tastes like.

When almost all the dishes were ready to be served, Su Qingluan still went to the front to call Song Bo for help—there were a few dishes that could be regarded as "heavyweight"—they were actually very "heavy", and with her current dry and thin physique, she couldn't hold it.

"Huh, what is this big market?" Somber held up a plate the size of a basin cross-section, with a rounded lid on it, and was dumbfounded, "It's hard to believe that you can find such a big plate in this pots and pans!" ”

Su Qingluan also breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, there are proper containers, otherwise I would have to change the menu." ”

Songbo was curious: "What?" Do different ingredients need different containers? ”

Su Qingluan nodded: "Different ingredients have different shapes, so naturally they should be set off with different containers, which can make the appearance more beautiful, and sometimes, appropriate containers can also make the meal more smooth." ”

Fortunately, Mu Xingzhi's containers here are still complete, so she also has more room to play.

"This plate and bowl are all covered, which is quite mysterious." Songbo looked at the largest plate in his hand, a little curious.

Su Qingluan said with a smile: "After all, the weather is also cold, so as to better ensure that the dishes do not lose temperature, otherwise the taste will be much inferior." ”

Although she called Song Bo to help, the weight on Su Qingluan's tray was not light, according to her rough estimate, the dishes on this tray weighed more than a dozen catties, to say the least-but it was no wonder, although it was four dishes, one soup and one staple food, Su Qingluan counted the weight of three people.

This made Song Bo a little embarrassed and very happy, and the consequence of being happy was that he wanted to help Su Qingluan do more work - so he happily went to the stove room to bring the rest of the dishes, and asked Su Qingluan to sit down with Mu Xingzhi to eat first.

Su Qingluan thought about it, the remaining vegetable soup is relatively rich, and it is estimated that one is easy to spill out if she is not careful, she has seen Song Bo's foot work even if he crosses mountains and mountains, so she naturally trusts the other party.

If you serve that soup and water by yourself, it won't be fun to accidentally spill it - just after complaining about herself, Su Qingluan felt that her feet were empty.

Broken!

The stove room of Mu Xing's house is in the backyard, but there is a two-story staircase from the backyard to the front dining hall!

From the front door to the hall, you need to climb two stairs from below, but Su Qingluan often enters the hall from the front door, so he always subconsciously feels that this place should be "up the steps".

But she forgot that she was entering through the back door now, and she had to go down the stairs first!

So Su Qingluan saw that the tray of ingredients in his hand was about to "scatter flowers".

What's even more tragic is that as early as when Su Qingluan came over, Mu Xingzhi also came over in a wheelchair, probably wanting to take the tray in her hand.

"Get out of the way!" Otherwise, the face that was only beautiful and warm would become a big cake face! Su Qingluan only had time to shout such a sentence, so he closed his eyes resignedly and greeted the face-to-face embrace with the earth.

"Poof!"

"Click!"

With two consecutive sounds, Su Qingluan felt that the sound of the plates and bowls breaking was not so loud, and the action of falling into a big horse was not so embarrassing - and I don't know if it was her illusion, Fang Cai seemed to have a soft force to lift herself from in front of her, as if it was an updraft, turning the original posture of "big horse belly" into a fall to the ground.

And the strength of sitting, which is completely different from the touch of falling on the ground.

After the initial fright, Su Qingluan slowly opened her eyes, originally thought that Mu Xingzhi's bamboo-colored robe was going to become a "color map", but she didn't want to wait for her to carefully open her eyes and look at the other side, but found that the other party was not even a little stained, not to mention that he was detained!

What just happened?

She was a little confused, so she asked directly.

"I wanted to come out to greet Qingluan, but I never thought that I would receive this 'big gift'," Mu Xingzhi's tone was very teasing, "I treat Qingluan as a friend, and friends don't have to be so polite, please Qingluan...... It's ...... casually" Although he said polite words, an obvious smile appeared in Mu Xingzhi's eyes.

Su Qingluan was speechless: ...... I thank you, I thank you on behalf of the ancestors of the eight lifetimes, you are still weird!

"It's nothing, I just think that your old man is not young, although he is not a year, but I still wish you happiness like the long flowing water of the East China Sea, and a longevity than the old pine of Nanshan." Su Qingluan lifted the bar with a smile on his face.

Su Qingluan's two congratulatory words are indeed good words, but they are mostly used to congratulate the birthday of the long-lived - the focus is not "birthday congratulations", but "high longevity".

Mu Xingzhi also knew that Su Qingluan was a little unhappy when she was joking with herself, so she began to squeeze herself that she was old and that it was time to be "celebrated".

Su Qingluan was indeed a little unhappy. After all, I was shocked just now, and I had to be joked about as a result. However, she was upset in person, seeing that Mu Xingzhi was not angry, but after putting down the tray, she shook the wheelchair over to help herself, and the little unhappiness just now disappeared.

Su Qingluan didn't know if the upward airflow he felt was an illusion, but when he looked at the man opposite, his expression was the same as usual, and he didn't notice anything unusual.

…… Is it a delusion?

But—

"I can't see it, although you are thin, you are more powerful than I imagined!" Su Qingluan sighed, "I need a tray that I can barely hold with two hands, and you can hold it firmly with one hand." She sighed as she stared at the tray resting on the table.

Mu Xingzhi only smiled slightly, bent down and helped Su Qingluan up: "After all, you are still growing your body, and your strength is insufficient, although I can't handle it, I am a man after all." ”

For a moment, Su Qingluan was a little puzzled: Is this really the case? She knew that her strength was not comparable to that of a real adult, but it was ...... Is your strength so small in this life?

Usually when she cooks, she doesn't have a hard time? Su Qingluan thought with some uncertainty.