Lu Wanwan glared at him in dissatisfaction, why do you always ruin things?

Han Jingmo was confused by her glare, he was clearly telling the truth.

"Hey, hey..." Gu Qiaobei stretched out his hand to hold Han Jingmo's shoulder: "You clearly said it was okay last time!"

Han Jingmo's face changed slightly, as if he remembered the fear of being dominated by the dark cuisine that day, and said with lingering fear: "If you ignore the color, fragrance and taste, it is indeed okay."

...

Ignoring the color, fragrance and taste, what is left?

Although it was terrible, Gu Qiaobei could not refute it.

Lu Wanwan suppressed a smile: "I am worse at cooking than you, we can cook together and learn from each other." In fact, this was also her little calculation, if she wanted to do it by herself, she would definitely not be able to do it.

Han Jingmo glanced at her calmly. He remembered that Lu Wanwan was a fan of Gu Qiaobei. Could she be trying to get close to Gu Qiaobei by taking this opportunity?

She was indeed a pervert.

Superficial.

The pervert Lu Wanwan was still trying to persuade Gu Qiaobei: "Now is the peak season for takeout. It is not convenient for you to go out. It is very convenient to cook at his house."

This "he" was naturally referring to Han Jingmo.

Gu Qiaobei raised her watch to check the time. It was 1237 minutes. The situation was indeed as she said, so she nodded and agreed: "Okay, but let's make it clear first, you are not allowed to say that the food I cook is not delicious."

"Sure." Lu Wanwan's plan succeeded, and he smiled cunningly.

The three returned to Han Jingmo's house. Lu Wanwan put the dishes in the kitchen refrigerator and found two aprons, one for Gu Qiaobei and one for herself.

Han Jingmo's eyelids twitched and he felt a little irritated.

Lu Wanwan followed Gu Qiaobei into the kitchen without any idea what to cook.

Gu Qiaobei asked her, "What can you cook?"

"I can only cook one dish."

"Tomato scrambled eggs?"

"How do you know?" Lu Wanwan was surprised.

Gu Qiaobei blinked at her: "Generally speaking, he can only cook one dish, and this is it."

Except for vegetables and meat, most of the dishes they bought were seafood. Lu Wanwan frowned: "I suddenly remembered that his arm was injured. Can he eat seafood? Will it be hindering the recovery of the wound?"

"That's not a big injury. He can play games without any hindrance." Gu Qiaobei searched for several recipes on his mobile phone and prepared the dishes according to the recipes.

Lu Wanwan was still worried: "He's going to film in a few days. It would be bad if it affects his work."

"No." Gu Qiaobei paused here, looked up at her, and said meaningfully: "If you are worried, just ask him yourself."

"Okay." Lu Wanwan

walked out of the kitchen and saw Han Jingmo sitting leisurely on the sofa, his long legs crossed, holding the remote control in his hand, watching TV.

Lu Wanwan walked over and asked, "The doctor said you can eat seafood on your wound?"

Han Jingmo thought about it carefully and shook his head, "I forgot."

...

Lu Wanwan looked in the direction of the TV. It was playing an indoor variety show. The guests invited this time were the "Blue Garden" crew. The male and female leading actors in the show were all there, including Li Weiqian.

Lu Wanwan's gossiping spirit instantly burned up. She blinked at him and asked, "Can I ask you something?"

"What is it?" Han Jingmo pressed the remote control and was about to change the channel.

"Wait, don't change it yet." Lu Wanwan stopped him, pointed at Li Weiqian who was playing games on TV, and asked: "Does she have a boyfriend?"

Han Jingmo frowned: "How should I know?"

"Aren't you a couple?"

Han Jingmo paused, and finally looked at her, with a cold tone: "What do you want to say?"

"No, nothing." Lu Wanwan smiled awkwardly: "I'll go cook first, you just wait here."

After that, she immediately turned around and trotted back to the kitchen.

Han Jingmo looked at her back as she left, squinted his eyes, and after a while, he put his eyes back on the TV screen, pressed the remote control impatiently, and changed the channel.

In the kitchen, Gu Qiaobei was already washing vegetables. When he saw her come back, he asked, "How is it? Can we eat it?"

"He forgot about it, so I guess we can."

"Actually, you don't have to worry. His injury is not a big deal." Gu Qiaobei smiled meaningfully, "If you are so worried about him, you should let him know."

Lu Wanwan was puzzled, "Why?"

Gu Qiaobei lied seriously, "It's wrong to do good deeds without leaving a name."

"..." Lu Wanwan gave him a thumbs up, "No problem."

Although the meal was cooked strictly according to the steps in the recipe, the finished product was far from what was on the recipe. When all the dishes were served on the table, Lu Wanwan felt that she could not bear to look at it. Even the photo editing software could not save it.

It was definitely a mudslide in the culinary world.

Han Jingmo paused for a moment and suggested, "Why don't we order takeout?"

Lu Wanwan shook his head and said, "No, it's already been cooked, we have to eat it."

Gu Qiaobei had already sat down, picked up the chopsticks and took a bite, praising, "Although it doesn't look good, it tastes okay."

Han Jingmo picked up an egg suspiciously, but wanted to spit it out as soon as he put it in his mouth. He looked up and saw Lu Wanwan looking at him expectantly. He resisted the urge to spit it out, but in the end he didn't spit it out and swallowed it whole.

Gu Qiaobei was so happy.

Lu Wanwan asked, "Is it delicious?"

Han Jingmo asked back, "Did you taste it?"

"No."

Han Jingmo was stunned, "Why don't you try it yourself?"

"I think it might not taste good."

...

Han Jingmo looked at her with a smile, "It's delicious, you try it."

"I'm not stupid." Lu Wanwan looked at her with a look of concern for a mentally retarded person.

...

Gu Qiaobei couldn't stop laughing, and tears were about to come out of his eyes.

Han Jingmo squinted at him, the threat in his eyes was self-evident.

Gu Qiaobei raised his hands in surrender: "I didn't really eat it, why did you really eat it?"

...

So he was the only one who ate this dish? The two chefs didn't even have a chance to taste it?

Han Jingmo looked at Gu Qiaobei with a cold gaze.

Gu Qiaobei immediately sat up straight and kept silent.

After finishing an indescribable lunch, Lu Wanwan changed the bandage on Han Jingmo's wound, reminded him not to touch the wound with water, and then put away the laptop, planning to leave with Gu Qiaobei.

However, Gu Qiaobei lived upstairs, and the two separated at the door.

Han Jingmo's neighborhood is in the city center, with a prosperous economy and convenient transportation. Lu

Wanwan did not take a taxi, but chose to take the subway, and arrived at her home in just a few stops. When she got home, it was already 3 pm, and Lu Guanghan had not yet

finished work. She was the only one in the huge apartment. Lu Wanwan took a shower and lay on the bed to catch up on some sleep. Before going to bed, she habitually checked Weibo. The news of Han Jingmo's injury was not revealed, but Li Weiqian's Weibo did update a dynamic.