Chapter 31 Dowry? (Please read on!)

Li Luo was busy preparing food in the kitchen alone.

As a result, when he was about to cook, he found that the salt in the kitchen was used up, and hurriedly called Zhao Rongjun to go downstairs to buy salt.

Zhao Rongjun, who had been mute for a long time in the girls' area, heard Li Luo's voice and rushed downstairs without hesitation, as if he had heard an imperial decree of amnesty.

After returning from buying salt, Zhao Rongjun took the opportunity to stay in the kitchen and help Li Luo.

"When will you change your inability to talk to girls?"

"I can speak, but I just don't want to." Zhao Rongjun said stubbornly.

"Then let me ask you a question." Li Luo said while cooking, "You have to answer me truthfully."

"You said."

"Suppose," Li Luo asked, "you have a girlfriend, and when it comes to marriage, the other party's family asks you to give a betrothal gift of 30 yuan before they can get married, would you give it?"

"30?!" Zhao Rongjun was shocked and blurted out, "She robbed the money?"

"So what's your answer?"

"I am sick to give her 30 yuan." Zhao Rongjun shook his head repeatedly, "Why doesn't she rob a bank?"

"Okay!" Li Luo patted his shoulder, "Remember what you said today, and eat more later."

"What do you mean?" Zhao Rongjun couldn't help but look suspicious, "It's ridiculous to ask such a question."

"Yeah." Li Luo rolled his eyes. "It's really weird. Just let me know. Pass me the soy sauce."

"oh oh."

"Light soy sauce, not dark soy sauce. You got the wrong one."

"Is there a difference?"

"One is for seasoning, the other is for coloring. Learn more."

……

At 6:30 in the evening, a table full of dishes was brought to the dining table in the living room, steaming hot and fragrant.

Zhao Rongjun's eyes widened. He didn't expect that Li Luo could actually make such a table of dishes.

Xu Youyu on the side was also very surprised. He glanced at the calm Li Luo from time to time, thinking that this guy was not only good at writing books, but also a good cook.

Apart from instant noodles, she has never cooked for herself.

Ying Chanxi, on the other hand, has gotten used to it.

After all, ever since he tasted Li Luo's fried noodles and learned that all the dishes on the day his father came back were made by Li Luo, Ying Chanxi had a clear understanding of Li Luo's cooking skills.

At this time, Ying Chanxi calmly took out bowls and chopsticks from the kitchen, distributed them to Xu Youyu and Zhao Rongjun, then sat down next to Li Luo and said, "Let's eat, everyone."

The four of us sat down to eat, and I have to say, it felt pretty magical.

After all, they are all kids of fifteen or sixteen years old, and three of them are freshmen in high school this year.

Even the oldest one, Xu Youyu, was just a sophomore in high school, and her mind was not yet fully mature.

When I rent a house alone, the feeling is not that deep.

At this time, sitting around the dining table, eating with several peers, there was no feeling of adults being present at all. It was really wonderful and a little bit beautiful.

It's like secretly wearing my father's suit or my mother's high heels. There's a fresh feeling of imitating the mature posture of an adult.

It’s just as fun as playing house as a kid, except now it’s like a teenage version of playing house.

"It's delicious." Xu Youyu tasted a bite of Mapo Tofu, and her eyes lit up instantly. This was her favorite dish, and when made by Li Luo, it tasted very similar to the one her mother made, and it was delicious.

When Li Luo heard Xu Youyu's praise, he smiled silently.

Tonight's six dishes and one soup, cola chicken wings and scrambled eggs with tomatoes, are all Ying Chanxi's favorites.

The two dishes that are closest to Xu Youyu, Mapo Tofu and Shredded Pork with Green Peppers, are probably Li Luo's favorite dishes.

As for the remaining two dishes, they are beef brisket stewed with potatoes and fried vermicelli with bean sprouts, both of which are Zhao Rongjun's favorite dishes.

He can be said to have benefited equally.

Zhao Rongjun was a little confused at first, thinking that since Xu Youyu reacted so strongly, could it really be that delicious?

After actually tasting the dish made by Li Luo, he was stunned.

"It tastes similar to what they cook in restaurants outside." Zhao Rongjun couldn't help but ask, "Where did you learn this?"

Ha ha.

Li Luo laughed in his heart, thinking that he had studied for two and a half years in college to get the chef's license, could it be that it was all in vain?
But he didn't say a word of truth: "I learned it by myself."

"I'd be foolish to believe you." Zhao Rongjun was speechless.

But on second thought, Zhao Rongjun thought about Li Luo's high school entrance examination results and the efforts this guy might have made behind the scenes, and he felt that learning to cook might not be such a difficult thing for Li Luo.

"Senior sister, haven't you cooked here before?" Ying Chanxi asked curiously while eating.

"How can I be that good?" Xu Youyu shook his head. "Don't we usually eat at school? On weekends, we either go home for free meals, or find a small restaurant downstairs to eat at."

"Is your home close to the school?" Ying Chanxi blinked and asked again.

"It's close." Xu Youyu nodded and pointed to the northwest, "It's in the staff housing building of Qianjiang University."

"Ah?" Ying Chanxi was stunned for a moment, "Then why do you rent a house? Isn't Qianjiang University very close to the Affiliated No. 1 Middle School?"

"Oh, it's so annoying to live at home." Xu Youyu waved his hands repeatedly, "My parents are always controlling me, it's better to rent a house and live alone, so I can have some peace and quiet!"

Li Luo glanced at Xu Youyu and understood what she was thinking.

On the one hand, it was because he didn't want to be quarreled by his parents, but on the other hand, Li Luo knew very well that Xu Youyu just didn't want his family to know that he was writing online articles.

In particular, Xu Youyu's father is a very famous professor in the Department of Literature at Qianjiang University, and his mother also comes from a scholarly family.

Xu Youyu, who grew up in an environment of books, was afraid that she would be punished by her parents if her family found out that she was writing online articles when she was in high school.

Unlike Li Luo, after a little deception, his mother Lin Xiuhong thought that writing online articles was something that a high-class novelist did.

Thinking of this, Li Luo couldn't help but smile.

Xu Youyu caught a glimpse of his smile and couldn't help asking, "What about you guys? Why did you move here?"

"Because it's closer to the No. 1 Middle School." Ying Chanxi said, "But someone probably wants to use the computer more conveniently."

As he spoke, Ying Chanxi turned his head to look at Li Luo, and reminded him with a smile, "I will reset the password for the computer later. I have to supervise you every day and make sure you go to bed on time, otherwise I will have a hard time explaining to my uncle and aunt."

"Do you have to be so strict?" Li Luo was speechless. "I have good self-control."

"Since you have good self-control, you don't need a password from me, so why not set one?" Ying Chanxi tilted his head and smiled, "How about I call Auntie and ask?"

"That's totally unnecessary." Li Luo waved his hand and said generously, "You can set the password as you like. I don't play much anyway."

Xu Youyu took in the whole scene, chuckled in his heart, and thought to himself, are you playing on the computer?
I’m afraid you’re secretly typing every day?

(End of this chapter)