Leng Yue looked up at his astonished face, then suddenly burst out laughing, the pearly beauty mark at the corner of her eye trembling: "What nonsense are you thinking?"
She gently poked his burning cheek with her fingertip. "I meant I was seriously considering having a child, not..." Before she could finish speaking, she turned her face away in embarrassment.
Lu Qingzhou chuckled awkwardly, then rubbed his chin, a familiar roguish smile playing on his lips. He suddenly leaned closer and lowered his voice, "How about we go get a room another day? Let's do something fun?"
"Pooh!"
Leng Yue's eyes widened, her cheeks flushed, and she raised her little fist to punch his chest, but when she touched his chest, she couldn't bring herself to use force. "Who...who wants to go to the hotel with you!"
The two stared at each other, their expressions tense. Leng Yue's face grew increasingly red, while Lu Qingzhou's smile deepened.
Zhouzhou and Momo each chose a huge teddy bear and several Barbie dolls.
They ran excitedly toward them.
After paying the bill,
The group hurried back and arrived at the World Trade Center, where Su Qingyao and Mu Shaohua were already waiting.
Without further ado, the group got into the car and headed to Lu Qingzhou's mother's address.
Back in Xiangshan Community,
Zhang Ruoshui, wearing a blue and white checkered apron, had already started working in the kitchen.
After a period of adjustment, Mu Shaohua and Su Qingyao naturally started going into the kitchen to help their mother-in-law cook.
Lu Qingzhou had nothing to do, so he watched TV with Leng Yue in the living room.
Zhouzhou and Momo, two little girls, were playing with Barbie dolls in the room.
Hearing the laughter coming from the kitchen, Leng Yue unconsciously twisted the hem of her skirt.
The laughter from the variety show on TV suddenly became jarring, and she realized that she had been staring blankly at the screen for a long time.
Lu Qingzhou waved his long, slender fingers in front of her eyes. "You look so distracted?"
Leng Yue bit her lower lip, her gaze drifting towards the kitchen: "I want to learn to cook, but I'm afraid I won't be able to."
Lu Qingzhou was speechless. "How could you possibly succeed if you didn't go and observe more and try it yourself?"
"Shall I give it a try?" Leng Yue tentatively suggested.
Lu Qingzhou nodded, a mischievous grin on his face. "Go ahead. You're so good with your hands? You can do it! Believe in yourself."
Leng Yue glanced at Lu Qingzhou's hand movements, gave him a shy, coquettish look, and said, "Get lost, you bad boy."
Upon entering the kitchen, Leng Yue quietly peeked at the group from behind.
Zhang Ruoshui smiled and said, "Yueyue, what brings you to the kitchen?"
Leng Yue clutched the hem of her clothes with both hands, a little embarrassed. "I want to learn to cook from Mom."
Su Qingyao, who was picking vegetables, glanced at Leng Yue and said disdainfully, "You should just give up. You almost ruined the kitchen last time. Go play somewhere else."
Zhang Ruoshui looked at Leng Yue, who had a pitiful expression, and smiled. "It's okay, it's okay. You just want to learn how to cook. It's no big deal. Come on, Mom will teach you."
Leng Yue was immediately overjoyed; "Really?"
Zhang Ruoshui glanced at the prepared ingredients and thought for a moment: "Let's start with this scrambled eggs with tomatoes!"
Leng Yue nodded, tied on the floral apron Zhang Ruoshui handed her, and stood by the stove, eager to get started.
Zhang Ruoshui taught her how to cut tomatoes step by step. As soon as the blade touched the skin, Leng Yue almost cut her finger, which startled Su Qingyao, who was watching the commotion, who cried out "Ah!"
Leng Yue glanced at her guiltily, "What are you yelling about? I'm keeping quiet."
Upon hearing this, the others exchanged glances and couldn't help but chuckle.
"It's okay, you can continue."
Zhang Ruoshui cheered Leng Yue on from the side.
After finally finishing cutting the tomatoes, Leng Yue looked at her crooked and messy creation and felt a little embarrassed. "Is this okay?"
Zhang Ruoshui suppressed a laugh, fine lines appearing at the corners of her eyes. "It's fine, it's fine. The knife skills are a bit lacking, but it's okay. As long as it's cooked through."
Leng Yue: "..."
Su Qingyao and Mu Shaohua chuckled.
With the tomatoes prepared, the next step is naturally to beat the eggs.
There was a popping sound.
Egg liquid splattered all over the stove.
Leng Yue picked up the whisk next to her and stirred it a few times.
Mu Shaohua couldn't bear to watch any longer and was about to step forward to help when she saw Leng Yue frantically turning on the gas stove.
The flames suddenly shot up, startling her so much that she took a half step back, and the spatula in her hand clattered into the pot.
Zhang Ruoshui quickly turned off the stove. Looking at Leng Yue, who looked like a cat with its fur standing on end, she couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Hehe... Don't rush, pour in the oil first, and then add the eggs when the oil is hot."
With a flushed face, Leng Yue scooped up a spoonful of oil, but the oil was too hot, and the egg mixture splattered everywhere as soon as it hit the pan.
Su Qingyao laughed heartily, thoroughly enjoying herself, and then took out her phone to record a video: "If Qingzhou sees this, he'll think we're having an explosion in the kitchen!"
Leng Yue pouted, looking embarrassed.
Zhang Ruoshui glanced at Leng Yue's trembling wrist and gently patted her shoulder: "You've done a great job! Come on, let Mom teach you how to flip the wok."
"You can add salt now,"
Leng Yue nodded, reached out and grabbed the salt shaker.
Zhang Ruoshui had just shouted "Put less"
Leng Yue's hand trembled, and the entire spoonful of salt was poured in with a "whoosh," the splashing salt grains gleaming blindingly white under the light.
Everyone fell silent.
A plate of black and yellow scrambled eggs with tomatoes is ready.
Leng Yue picked up her chopsticks and tried it. "It's a bit salty, but it's okay. Would you like to try some?"
Everyone quickly waved their hands, "No need, you've already tried it."
Anyone who dared to try it was given a spoonful of salt.
At this moment, in their hearts, they had already quietly added Leng Yue's dish to their blacklist.
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