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Lu Mengmeng thought for a while and felt that stewed fish and stewed chicken were also quite good.
But she won't do it.
Lu Mengmeng??? Ling Yingjun!
Ling Yingjun was stared at by Lu Mengmeng's eyes and said helplessly: "I can't do it either. It's useless for you to watch me. My mom can do it. I'll tell her, okay?"
Lu Meng nodded repeatedly, "Thank you for your hard work, Auntie!"
Ling Yingjun pinched Lu Mengmeng's little hand, "You!"
What a foodie, he's as fat as a ball, but he still wants to eat all the time!
"You can actually just drink the soup and not eat the meat," Ling Yingjun suggested.
Lu Mengmeng stiffened her neck and said, "No! It would be boring to just drink the soup!"
When eating meat, what we want is the feeling of chewing the meat!
How to enjoy drinking soup?
How could the stubborn Lu Mengmeng give in? Drink the soup? Ha!
Ling Yingjun touched his nose. Being stared at by Lu Mengmeng like this, he felt inexplicably guilty.
"I'll go back and help my mother cook. You rest at home and drink some water." Ling Yingjun said.
He looked at the time. It was ten o'clock. If he went back to stew fish and chicken and help his mother, there would still be time.
Lu Mengmeng blinked and said, "I want to go too."
Ling Yingjun's heart twitched. What are you going to do? My mother didn't teach you, are you going to cause trouble?
"Just focus on writing!" Ling Yingjun patted Lu Mengmeng's shoulder and turned to leave.
Lu Mengmeng coughed twice and felt uncomfortable in her throat. She quickly drank some water to relieve the dryness in her throat.
Being home alone, walking around the house with a few people around is very boring.
Let’s just code!
Lu Mengmeng turned on the computer and opened QQ to take a look at everyone's chat history.
She was just halfway through the conversation when she was interrupted by Ling Yingjun. Now she really wanted to know how the conversation would develop next.
I turned to the chat history, but after reading it for a while, I felt a little bored.
The main reason was that they said nothing and changed the subject too quickly.
I should just keep typing and not waste my time chatting with those women.
Lu Mengmeng turned on the computer, but didn't write a single word for a long time.
The main reason is that I didn’t know what to write next for a while.
I think many authors will experience this situation. If they write continuously, the plots in their minds will be coherent.
But after a period of time, there will be gaps in writing.
Brain memory failure.
It will take at least a long time to get that feeling back.
It’s not that I don’t know what to write, or for any other reason, I just can’t find the feeling.
It is important to write a book based on your feelings.
For example, this paragraph now is dry and rough, not smooth at all.
It's just a way of writing without feeling.
Just as she was scratching her head, not knowing how to write, the phone rang.
It's a Pixiu.
What's the matter with this little girl?
Lu Mengmeng: "You don't study hard, you just play every day."
"Senior Sister, are you talking in your sleep?" Pixiu glanced at his cell phone. It was indeed a call to Lu Mengmeng, not to his mother.
Why does my senior sister's tone of voice sound so similar to my mother's?
"What am I talking in my sleep! You are a student, isn't your job to study hard and make progress every day?" Lu Mengmeng said righteously.
brave troops:(?)
"I'm typing, what can I do for you?" Lu Mengmeng asked directly.
She had just started to get some idea of what to write, but was interrupted by this phone call. It would be strange if she was not in a good mood.
Pixiu said, "Nothing, I just wanted to ask if you're feeling better. Do you want me to come check on you?"
Lu Mengmeng's heart melted instantly, thinking that she still had a conscience.
"Thank you for your concern. It's so hot today, you'd better stay in school. Running around will only make you get heatstroke." Lu Mengmeng decisively refused her to come over.
Now that she's here, should I prepare her meals?
She's going to have a free meal later, so she won't have time to bring anyone else with her.
Pixiu was a little disappointed. Her roommates were not here today, and she was alone. She didn't want to go anywhere and just wanted to find someone to talk to.
The first person she thought of was Lu Mengmeng. She came to visit her on the pretext of her illness, but was ruthlessly rejected.
Forget it, I'd better stay alone!
Today is Sunday, why not go listen to crosstalk in the afternoon and then record a short video for Sister Mengmeng to watch. She will definitely be happy, right?
After hanging up the phone, Lu Mengmeng sighed.
Keep writing! While this train of thought hasn't really broken off.
Sometimes an idea comes to me and I have to do other things. When I try to write again, if I can’t remember what I wanted to write, the torment is really uncomfortable.
Lu Mengmeng wrote three thousand words in one hour!
Breakthrough!
Counting the time, a whole hour!
Lu Mengmeng took a deep breath. This feeling was great!
Lying on the bed, Lu Mengmeng didn't want to move a finger at this moment. This was the feeling of having her body hollowed out.
It’s better to be steady when writing books in the future. It’s too tiring to write for an hour in one breath!
Take a short break at 11:30.
It’s time to go and have a free meal.
Even though Lu Mengmeng is thick-skinned, she still feels a little embarrassed to eat for free every day.
After all, she is not a child anymore. She has grown up now and graduated from college!
But she couldn't cook, and her parents abandoned her.
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I got up, changed into some simple clothes, took my keys and went to the house opposite.
As soon as Ling Yingjun opened the door, Lu Mengmeng smelled the fragrance.
Various aromas mixed together, and the fragrance immediately made Lu Mengmeng's mouth full of saliva.
Slurp.
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