57 Do you want to go with me to get the certificate?
◎He wants visible love◎
Lu Yang’s boxing must have been real, because Song Qiu not only knew from the plot that Lu Yang had some basic skills, but also that he had learned these skills since he was a child, and he had also seen it with his own eyes during the time he lived here.
But he never dreamed that Lu Yancheng was really going to stir-fry the two dishes.
Cook two dishes and give me some money was just a joke. He received a transfer of 200,000 yuan and sent a message to scold Lu Yancheng for giving too much. However, when he sent the message to scold him, Lu Yancheng had already arrived in the kitchen.
Song Qiu's taste is consistent with Lu Yancheng's stereotype of contemporary young people. He likes sweet and spicy food very much, and he will try every means to sneak in some heavy-tasting fried food. In short, it is extremely unhealthy.
Normally, Aunt Zhang's cooking was strictly controlled, and occasionally Lu Yancheng would tell her not to cook those dishes often, but today it was Lu Yancheng who took the initiative to order two dishes.
Aunt Zhang was a little confused when she was in charge of preparing the dishes.
"Mushrooms, shrimps, are you going to make French garlic mushroom shrimps?"
"Beef and so much pepper, Mr. Lu, are you sure you want to make boiled beef?"
Seeing Lu Yancheng rolling up his sleeves and tying an apron, Zhang Ma froze in her preparations, her expression and tone full of shock, "President Lu... is going to cook?"
“I’ve taken cooking classes, but I haven’t cooked by myself in a long time.” Lu Yancheng has been trained to be an all-rounder since he was young. He has taken all the courses he should take and his grades are good. However, he will never touch a course like cooking again after completing it perfectly.
After all, he is not yet at retirement age, and it is impossible for him to have so much time to cook every day to please his wife like his father does.
And he never had a wife before.
"I'm not sure if it's edible. Aunt Zhang, can you give me some guidance?"
Zhang Ma slowly realized what made him take it so seriously, "Is it Xiaoqiu who wants to eat it? Then you can just say it was you who made it after I finish cooking. Xiaoqiu won't know about it, so why bother..."
"He told me to do it." Lu Yancheng recalled the operation procedures of the kitchen utensils without raising his head, "He doesn't like me lying to him."
It's okay to lie a little to keep people, but he has to be absolutely honest in everything else. He has a hunch that although Xiao Mutou looks abstract and unreliable, he can't tolerate any sand in his eyes.
If you are a little perfunctory today and a little perfunctory tomorrow, and fail to do what you clearly promised or try to take shortcuts, then let alone pursuing her, even if you have succeeded, it won’t last long.
Apart from asking Aunt Zhang to prepare the dishes, Lu Yancheng completed the rest of the steps by himself. He couldn't control the heat well, was occasionally splashed with oil, and the smell of the chili made his eyes uncomfortable... These processes made him uncomfortable.
But when I thought about the little piece of wood I was making for him, I felt that it was actually not bad, not disgusting at all, and I even felt a strange sense of accomplishment.
The Lu family doesn't have any rules that gentlemen should stay away from the kitchen or that men shouldn't cook. Thinking back carefully, there are even many scenes in my memory of when I was a child, watching my father cooking for my mother and smiling from ear to ear.
It’s just that Lu Yancheng didn’t quite understand it at that time. Even when he grew up and watched his father study recipes every day, he still couldn’t quite understand it. But now he seems to understand.
Human beings are often easily moved by themselves. If doing something for someone is troublesome and hard, but you are willing to do it and even feel happy, then this situation can probably be considered self-touching.
While making these two dishes, Lu Yancheng had been trying to analyze this feeling rationally. Not surprisingly, he discovered that he seemed to like his little Mu more than he thought.
The dish tasted really bad, to the point that even he couldn't accept it. He worked so hard but got no reward. For a businessman who puts profit first, this deal was a big loss for him.
However, he did not show any impatience, and he threw it away and started over without even thinking about it.
"Why don't I do it?" Aunt Zhang looked at his shirt sleeves that were splattered with oil, her expression was hard to describe, "Mr. Lu, cooking is not something that can be done in a short time..."
"Prepare the food, let's do it again." Lu Yancheng walked to the refrigerator and took out another portion of shrimp. He prepared it himself while instructing, "Be quick. He didn't eat much for dinner, so he must be very hungry."
The second time was a little better than the first, just barely edible, but definitely not delicious. Lu Yancheng said nothing and started to make it again in silence.
He did this until the fourth time, when he felt that the two dishes could be given to Song Qiu to eat, and then he brought them upstairs.
Aunt Zhang watched from beginning to end. She didn’t understand why he was so persistent, but she always felt that when he left, he seemed a little different from when he came in.
The bedroom door was not opened again until more than two hours later. Song Qiu found it very strange because this was Lu Yancheng's bedroom. It was unrealistic for him to occupy her bedroom and not let her come back.
But as soon as he opened the door, he realized something was wrong. Bringing food in was expected, but the taste of the food...
Is it spicy?!
He likes spicy food, but this kind of food is basically forbidden to Lu Yancheng. Song Qiu jumped up from the bed, ran over and saw boiled beef and his favorite fried and crispy shrimps on the coffee table. His eyes lit up surprisingly.
"Is it possible to eat spicy food at night?"
"Hmm." Lu Yancheng handed the chopsticks to him, "Try it."
Song Qiu didn't even care about the heat. He picked up a piece of beef, blew on it casually, and then stuffed it into his mouth.
It was spicy and refreshing enough, and the stimulation that went straight to the top of his head made him unable to stop, but... the taste seemed to be a little off.
"Is it too late and Aunt Zhang is tired? The taste is not right today. I feel like my cooking skills are not fully utilized."
After making a casual comment, Song Qiu picked up another shrimp ball and paused for a moment. "This tastes a lot worse. It doesn't taste like Aunt Zhang's cooking. It doesn't taste like... huh?"
He suddenly thought of something and widened his eyes to look at the man opposite who had been staring at him.
It took him so long to come back. If Aunt Zhang had cooked two dishes, she would have finished them long ago. And he asked me to taste them. Does Aunt Zhang need me to taste her dishes? They must be delicious!
"This...this can't be..." Song Qiu held the chopsticks and looked between the two dishes and Lu Yancheng several times, "Did you make this?"
"You asked me to cook two dishes for you." Lu Yancheng answered him seriously, and followed this logic to draw a conclusion, "Although the taste is a little worse, it is barely acceptable. You have already eaten it, so do you forgive me now?"
Song Qiu: ? ? !
"No, I... I was just kidding! I said stir-frying two dishes is..."
"I took it seriously." Lu Yancheng interrupted him, "I did it, so can you forgive me?"
He didn't seem to be joking at all, nor did he seem to be competing with himself. Song Qiu silently put down his chopsticks, and his expression became much more serious. "Lu Yancheng, you are... not like yourself now, not like you usually are. Do you understand what I mean?"
They could quarrel, lie to each other, and play the game of pursuing and being pursued, but Lu Yancheng had always been very distant.
Even though this man spoke gently and was considerate and tolerant, he could clearly feel the gap between them. Today, for some reason, she actually cooked for him and asked him if he could forgive her, which immediately diluted the distance.
"What do you mean?" Lu Yancheng stared at him with deep eyes.
"Did I do something myself, instead of asking someone else to do it?"
"Or have I always given you money and material things before, but today I'm giving you time and patience?"
A few words immediately hit the point, and made it clear what Song Qiu had not described just now. Song Qiu nodded unconsciously, "That's it, so you are weird."
“Because I figured out some things myself.”
Just now, repeating the same steps over and over again, the feeling of spending time and patience to do something seriously for his partner again and again, made Lu Yancheng suddenly understand why Song Qiu needed respect and equality.
He even thought of something in his diary.
Xiaomu said that he was like my lover and that we were not from the same world. I don’t understand, but I will work hard to change it.
Only this sentence was written in the diary, and there was no mention of how it was changed afterwards. But soon it became the diary after the changes. At that time, Lu Yancheng was still wondering what had been changed, but now he has figured it out.
"I give you what I don't have much of myself, and spend it on you so that you can feel the love."
This was the conclusion Lu Yancheng came to himself, and he also gave Song Qiu a very detailed explanation and examples.
"The things I paid Lin Jin to prepare for you before can't be considered as my love. Or it's like I'm raising a lover. In your eyes, it might even be like raising a kitten or a puppy."
"Put yourself in your perspective. This is me looking down on you from a high place. It's not equal and respectful enough. You think you can get what you have now by changing someone to please me. Replacing you won't cause any loss to me because I don't care about money."
There was obvious surprise in Song Qiu's originally serious expression, surprised that he could describe it so accurately.
"If I didn't have money, spending money like this on you would be giving you my most precious thing, which could be considered a gesture of patriotism, but I have plenty of money, and time and patience are luxuries."
"I am willing to spend my patience and time to do something for you, so that it can be counted as my sincerity. Only by investing them in you can you feel the love."
Finally, Lu Yancheng summarized the essence of the matter with his theory as a businessman. It was very intuitive and straightforward, because he did not like to evade. His idea was completely opposite to Song Qiu's. Only by talking openly could one understand the problem.
"It's also an investment. I want to invest in you because I don't have a lot of things myself. This way you will feel that I won't leave at any time and won't replace you at will."
"Replacing you will cause me a lot of losses. My sunk costs are so great that I can hardly accept it myself. In your eyes, this kind of deeply bound community of interests can last long and is the guarantee for you to accept dating me and even spending your life with me."
Noticing that the person opposite him began to look away, his body subconsciously wanted to get up and escape. Lu Yancheng pressed down his hand that was about to be taken away from the coffee table, "Baby, do I understand correctly?"
Xiaomu's reaction told him that the answer was yes, but he wanted to hear Xiaomu admit it himself.
It’s rare to follow Xiaomu’s train of thought. This matter is very important and we can’t let Xiaomu escape.
"You are more realistic than me. Compared to romance and verbal liking or even love, you want a long-term and stable relationship, where you won't be abandoned at any time. You don't believe in promises and sweet words. You only look at actual actions. What you want is visible love."
The hand that was held down was struggling, but Lu Yancheng would not let it leave. In the end, he just grabbed it in his own hand. His movements and tone were strong and aggressive.
Because he knew that only if he was absolutely tough at this time, the escapist little wooden boy would communicate with him obediently.
"If you refuse to answer, I can't do anything to you, but I will take you downstairs immediately. The private jet will be ready soon. You know, I'm a villain, and it's not surprising that I can do anything."
Facing Song Qiu's horrified eyes, Lu Yancheng curled his lips slightly, "Baby, do you want to answer me now, or do you want to go abroad with me tonight to get the marriage certificate?"
【Author’s words】
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