Bai Lu heard his voice, turned her head and looked at him. She knew that it must be her brother who called him, otherwise, how could he suddenly drive to find her kindly? After all, he is not the kind of gentleman Yao or Master Jiang who knows how to be gentle.

"I didn't eat." Turning back, Bai Lu answered casually as if she was perfunctory.

"I'll talk about it after I have something to do." Jun Ye said.

It was rare, not as anxious as before to scold her. With his personality, as long as he heard that she hadn't eaten, he could hit her head like a thunder strike.

It seems that in recent days, he has changed, not sure whether it is good or bad.

Sister Bai Lu was in a bad mood tonight anyway, and she had the idea of ​​wanting to go crazy like Mrs. Zheng. She didn't care that he was a shady face and turned her fingers to a sushi restaurant in front of her and said, "I haven't eaten sushi for too long."

"No!" Jun Ye was determined.

Don’t forget that the last time she was allergic because she ate mustard after drinking. She was a doctor who was not as good as ordinary people, and she didn’t think that these two things could make people allergic. In fact, drinking beer alone or eating mustard alone may make people allergic.

"Then what do you want me to eat?" Bai Lu glared at him.

Jun Ye looked around and found a casserole porridge shop among all the restaurants with heavy flavors like spicy hot pot, and said, "Drink porridge to clear heat and reduce fire."

He knew that her liver fire was strong at this moment and she needed to reduce the fire and clear the heat.

"But I don't like drinking porridge." Sister Bai Lu didn't pretend to be in front of him this time and told the truth. She would rather eat white rice, but she always didn't like drinking porridge, especially the porridge that puts all kinds of things, which made her even more annoying.

"When you teach Zhengzheng to eat, did you say this is not delicious and that is not delicious?" Jun Ye's speech was so calm that he looked like a teacher, not like he was doing ideological work with her at all.

Bai Lu was so angry that he wanted to catch her brother and shouted: Look, that's it. So isn't it the same if she pretends not to behave in front of him?

When she followed him into the casserole porridge shop, Bai Lu wanted to despise herself in her heart. She was doing her own fault or taking pills, why did she come in with him? She should have dumped him in the street.

The two of them chose a dining table in the corner face to face. Jun Ye pressed the service lamp and picked up the signature dish special dishes erected on the table.

Since northerners are not used to porridge for lunch and dinner, there are not many people here to eat dinner, which is definitely several times deserted compared to the bustling spicy hot pot.

Bai Lu doesn’t understand what Jun Ye, who is a chef, thinks.

Jun Ye flipped the recipes page by page. When the waiter came over to register, he seemed to have a clear idea. He pointed to a special signature dish and said, "Come two bowls of this."

He stretched his head to see what he ordered, and it turned out to be two bowls of dried scallop seafood porridge. Then, he was afraid that the two of them would not be full, so Jun Ye added some sauerk and chicken feet.

When the waiter asked if this was enough, Bai Lu took the recipe from the waiter and quickly turned the page. Because he ordered chicken feet, she realized that there were heavy-flavored dishes here, such as saliva chicken and pepper stir-fried meat, which should be added to suit some of the more heavy-flavored customers.

Opposite, Leng Dingding's eyes kept looking at him. Bai Lu imagined that his expression was staring at the disobedient little bun, so she had to put the recipe in the chair behind him and said to the waiter: "Let's do this for the time being, and if you need anything else, I will call you."

The waiter nodded and walked away.

In order to prevent his cold eyes from circling the recipe she was hiding behind, Bai Lu pulled out two pairs of chopsticks from the chopsticks, unpacked the outer packaging, and asked him as if nothing had happened: "You haven't had dinner tonight?"

"No." Jun Ye said.

"It's been almost the hour." Her voice was quite complaining like a wife complaining to her husband, and she was a little bit charming.

Jun Ye did not answer this because he originally planned to go home to eat, but the result was a temporary change and he didn't have time to ask Xu Meilin to get him a fast food.

Bai Lu took boiling water and carefully helped the two of them wash chopsticks, spoons and small bowls.

Jun Ye looked at this scene and thought carefully. It was how long it took for him to have dinner with her since he had a son. After having a son, the couple always thought of their son more.

What would Xiao Baozi think if he knew that the two of them had come out to have a meal secretly?

Bai Lu didn't expect that Jun Ye was thinking too much. She only thought about it: If the porridge was not delicious, how could it be done to pour it out under his nose or simply stuff it to him?

It’s not that Sister Bai Lu is picky, but drinking porridge, especially flower porridge, is really the thing she hates the most. I remember that when she was a child, she left a particularly deep psychological shadow, and that shadow was inspired by this flower porridge.

Back then, the food was not as full as it is now, and the pork was too much to be sold. At that time, eating lean meat was a bit luxurious. In kindergarten, it was cut corners, and the flower porridge made for children was filled with fat meat.

The whole piece of white fat meat is like a bug, and there is no lean meat in a bowl of flower porridge. Moreover, the chefs hired by the kindergarten at that time were not as particular as they are now. They were all ordinary family aunts. The things cooked were super unpalatable, without seasoning, and some salt and MSG were added, making the fat pork that was already very unpalatable seemed to be boiled water when it was cooked, and there was no smell, which made the children just want to vomit after eating. But, the kindergarten teachers were watching you, you had to finish eating, and you could not go home if you didn't finish it.

As a result, every time she sees all-white fat pork, Sister Bai Lu will naturally think of caterpillar parasites in biology class, and is so disgusting. Therefore, she can't understand. For example, Jun Ye who studied medicine, he should have seen a lot of parasites in clinical class medicine class, so why don't you think of parasites when eating?

Jun Ye has a special liking for fat meat. Because he is a chef who needs to study cooking at home, he knows that fat meat is very delicious and has been delicious. For example, the famous pork belly and Dongpo pork must be fatty to taste good.

Waiting for the dishes to serve seemed to have been a little longer. It was true that this casserole porridge was not like cooking, and it took a longer time to cook. Just as Bai Lu looked over at it, he could see a diced bacon on the next table. There was a large handful of fat meat in the dish. The fat meat was soaked in soy sauce that it was not big and it turned white, and it turned crimson. However, I wonder if her thoughts about fat meat had penetrated into the bones, and I knew it was nauseating fat.

As if he was covering his mouth, Sister Bai Lu asked Jun Ye to say: "Eat some fat meat appropriately, it is beauty for women."

When Bai Lu heard this, he felt that he wanted to vomit blood. Sometimes he really felt that he and he were all two people on the road. Perhaps it should be said that Jun Ye came from which Mars? Because Jun Ye’s speaking style is really not something that ordinary people can bear. When it comes to the great truth, no one would understand. However, he knew that he was talking to her. She was his wife. To be precise, it should be the woman he liked to marry.

If it were Young Master Jiang, he would definitely hug his wife and say: OK, okay, you don’t like it, I’ll exchange it for you. Do you think it’s wasteful? It’s okay, I’ll eat it all for you!

If you expect that Jun Ye will become the same as Young Master Jiang, Bai Lu may expect that Jun Ye may be able to be reincarnated one day.

Pretending to not hearing him, she poured the water from the washed chopsticks and bowls into the big bowl, placed the washed dishes in front of him, and then placed her own smooth movements proved that she was definitely a good wife who could serve her husband.

The casserole porridge seems to be cooking longer than they imagined, and they have to wait more patiently.

Jun Ye seemed to fall in love with the fat fried dough on the table next door at first sight, and said, "Otherwise, let's call this plate too. I think there is some chili in it, which should be consistent with your taste."

After rolling his eyes, Sister Bai Lu finally couldn't help but rolling her eyes at Jun Ye: "Don't mention that thing to me again!"

Jun Ye's cold lips were hooked unconsciously. Under this strange smile, he picked up the teacup and quietly drank the free flower tea in the store, as if he was savoring and tasting.

Sister Bai Lu, who bit her lips, noticed that he had said something he had just said to her on purpose. She felt very embarrassed and annoyed. She thought that she had never known that he had learned the trick of Master Yao, so she picked up a chopstick with her hands and crossed it and beat it like venting.

Seeing this, Jun Ye said, "You can see that you are in a bad mood tonight."

The elegant sister Bai Lu suddenly became like a little bun, how could it not make people feel incredible?

After hearing what he said, if he was facing the group of people like Yao and Ji Yun, Sister Bai Lu would have already heard: I am in a bad mood tonight, what's wrong! I have the ability to fight one-on-one!

But what should I do? As Mr. Yao said, every time she meets Mr. Jun, it is completely different, and she has no choice but to show her very ladylike and elegant side to Mr. Jun.

I despise myself again.

"Is there anything I can't do with me?" Jun Ye crossed his hands and made a posture that seemed to want to listen to her complaining.

Bai Lu couldn't stand him like this from the bottom of her heart.

He has always been the only one who told her to do things. Once the cart is put before the horse and she complains to him, how can she teach her habits? After all, she was almost obedient to this man, and if there was anything she had to rely on him. Can she call the female King Kong Bailu sister?

"Nothing is wrong." A faint tone sent it out from Bai Lu's understatement lips, intending to send him away.

He glanced at her delicate and elegant appearance with a squinted look. Jun Ye's mouth curled strangely again without being noticed. Then, he created a recipe from somewhere and turned it up in front of her like boredom.

The more silent he was, the more Bai Lu's sister felt uncomfortable and could not sit for a moment.

The rhythm of her picking up the chopsticks and beating the bowl was getting faster and faster.

Jun Ye raised his head from the recipe, and his face seemed to be filled with a hint of confusion: "Didn't you have nothing to say to me?"

"If you have something, won't you ask me!" Sister Bai Lu's mind was fighting at this moment, and she could not choose to speak without choosing, and her lungs were already furious.

Is there a man like him? If you say you don’t ask, you really won’t ask. Don’t you know that women are wrong?

When Jun Ye heard her words, he was quiet and thoughtful, saying, "Ziye often says that women are just right and wrong."

Come on. He knew it long ago and wanted to use her as a test subject.

Sister Bai Lu almost wanted to break the chopsticks in her hand.

Perhaps he felt that this was indeed a bit too much. Jun Ye put down the recipe he was concentrating on, picked up the teapot, added some hot tea to her cup, and said, "I don't know why you are angry. If you are angry with those people, it makes no sense. You are such a big person, and you have never seen any world before. How could you not know that you have angered your body and just let those people succeed. Isn't it worth the loss?"

Bai Lu listened to this and heard that he should have been thinking about her problems since he had just been thinking about her.

The two chopsticks were calmly closed and placed on the mouth of the bowl. Bai Lu said, "Speaking of this, if those people try to treat me and my brother, I think they don't have the ability either."

"Since you understand this truth, what's so angry about?" said Jun Ye.

"I can't stand it."

Jun Ye suddenly waved his hand and asked her to stop talking. It turned out that the waiter brought them a casserole porridge.

Two casseroles and matching side dishes were placed neatly in front of them, in the middle, and two bamboo cages were placed inside. The steaming hot and delicious salted meat, and chicken feet that could drool at first sight.

The food on the small table was almost filled with the aroma. Perhaps because I was already hungry, Sister Bai Lu, who had been particularly disgusted with flower porridge, seemed not as bad as I thought.

Indeed, this casserole porridge is completely different from the flower porridge that brought her nightmare in her memory. The difference is that the casserole porridge cooks all the rice grains until they are gone. There is no grain of rice that can be seen. The porridge is sticky and a bit like the rice paste she made for her son. The flower porridge she ate when she was a child was big, as big as rice. Therefore, every time she saw fat in the rice grains, she would easily recall the terrible scene of insects eating rice, which made her nausea.

"Does it feel OK?" Jun Ye asked, picked up a spoon and helped her scoop a spoonful of porridge into a small bowl, and brought it to her.

At this moment, he was and could not recall his code name to the King of Hell.

Bai Lu couldn't help but curl the corner of her mouth, and suddenly felt that he had no choice but to take such a bowl. She took the small bowl he handed over with both hands and tasted it. She found that she really couldn't swallow it as much as she imagined. But she couldn't take it down. She raised her eyebrows and said, "Is this called porridge? I think it should be called rice mash."
Chapter completed!