Song Chen: "Didn't you say you were going to live here? It's better to buy a bag at a time than to buy little by little."
Honeycomb coal was placed in bags in the corner of the kitchen, and rice was placed on the kitchen counter.
After the two men left, Lin Lu looked through the ingredients Song Chen had bought.
"Why buy fish again?"
"I bought it because it looked fresh. How about I make you braised fish tonight?"
Lin Lu has the awareness not to hit the chef when eating.
"Sure, I'll eat whatever you cook."
There was also a piece of beef, a few bundles of vegetables, and... a bottle of red wine.
What? Didn’t you have enough of last night’s candlelight dinner? Let’s have it again tonight.
Song Chen: "Don't you like beef? I'll buy some and fry it for you."
Lin Lu: "When did I say I liked it?"
Song Chen: "Didn't you enjoy your meal last night? Don't you like it?"
I like it and can't help eating it every day.
Who can withstand his doing this?
"Director Song, you are such a spendthrift old man."
"Feeding the dog?" Song Chen asked back.
"Yes, I feed the dog." Be a good boy if you want to eat."
Lin Lu pinched his hand in a sly manner and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Chef Song. Come on, beef is expensive. Don't overcook it. I want it cooked well."
There are many Western restaurants now, and everyone goes to try them. In order to taste the original flavor of steak, most people choose medium-rare or medium-well. Lin Lu considers herself a country bumpkin, so she thinks well-done steak tastes best.
It just so happened that Song Chen was also a country boy, and his taste was the same as his wife's. They both thought that well-done food was the best.
"Don't worry, have you called your son?"
If I forget, I will definitely cry.
"How much do you distrust me?" Although she is not a good mother, she is an okay person.
Breaking one's promise is not her style.
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