Forget it, just eat it anyway.
After all, he is my own younger brother, and it is his first time cooking, so I have to give him some face.
Yang Feng swallowed a mouthful of pork belly with a bitter and resentful look on his face. Just as he was about to say a few bad words out of habit, Lu Ziyi retorted in time.
Staring at Lu Jiaming's expectant eyes and Lu Ziyi's warning eyes, Yang Feng silently gave a thumbs up: "This dish of salt is fried well, and it has a little vegetable flavor."
"...It's too salty?" Lu Jiaming was stunned and asked.
"No, I don't blame you." Yang Feng stood up and searched the room for a cup. "I'm short of water. I need to drink more water."
Then he drank half a bottle of mineral water on the spot.
Lu Jiaming: “…………”
He looked at the others again. Lu Ziyi chewed his food very slowly. After a while, he slowly said, "Jia Ming, is it that your good or bad depends entirely on luck, and your saltiness depends entirely on luck?"
Lu Jiaming thought for a moment and said, "Brother, if you say so...it seems right. I just put it based on my feelings."
After that, he still didn't give up and asked, "Is it really salty?"
"Not salty," Lu Ziyi licked his lips. "It tastes good, very unique, I've never eaten anything like it before... Yang Feng, get me a bottle of water!"
Lu Jiaming curled his lips and muttered to himself, "Why is it so unpalatable? If it really doesn't work out, I'll just go to New Oriental for further studies..."
"Stop it, kid." Lin Ze ate several mouthfuls of food very politely, and now he had even finished a bowl of porridge. "To be honest, there's no need..."
"Let Zixiao cook from now on. Even the ones he cooks with an excavator might taste better than yours."
Lu Jiaming's mouth twitched when he heard this: "...You're too discouraging, Brother Ze!"
Lu Zixiao put down his bowl and chopsticks. In order to maintain his image as the eldest brother and save some face for his younger brother, he quickly got up and walked towards the kitchen before Lu Jiaming's gaze fell on him.
"You guys eat first, I'll go check on the buns!"
Looking at his fleeing back, Lu Jiaming felt like crying but had no tears.
He just wanted to perform well, so why did he fail?
Lu Yuxuan was really hungry, and he ate for a long time with an expressionless face. When Xia Nan called him, he almost choked to death on a mouthful of salt.
"Hello? What's up?"
"Oh my god! Lu Yuxuan, what's wrong with your throat?" Xia Nan asked, "Do you have a cold?"
"No, the salt blocked it." Lu Yuxuan took a big sip of water to moisten his throat. "It's fine now."
Xia Nan said "oh" and continued, "I'm fine, I just heard that you didn't go to class today, so I wanted to ask you what happened."
"It's okay, I'm fine now." Lu Yuxuan paused, "By the way, Xia Nan, do you want to come to my house for dinner tonight?"
Xia Nan was surprised and asked, "Are you inviting me? Okay, what cuisine?"
"Dark type" Lu Yuxuan said.
Xia Nan was stunned: "Huh?"
"Come on, eat it with confidence," Lu Yuxuan said again, "My fourth brother personally poisoned it."
Xia Nan: “…………”
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