After the divorce with the cub, the cold ex-husband cried and asked to remarry

Chapter 142

When Mu Yao saw Lu Jingchen following behind Little Mango, she still frowned suspiciously.

"Mommy, the house that Uncle Lu helped me build, do you think it's beautiful? I met my bad brother just now, and it was Uncle Lu who helped me."

"Bad brother? Are you okay? Let Mommy see." Mu Yao was startled, and quickly looked up and down at Little Mango.

"It's okay, a naughty kid, Little Mango has already forgiven him." Lu Jingchen approached and interjected.

"Why are you here?" Mu Yao asked him.

"You forgot, you said that you invited me to dinner today." Lu Jingchen said, and deliberately raised the two bags of vegetables in his hand.

"Mum, you said that we should learn to be grateful. Uncle Lu helped me today. Don't you invite him to sit at home?" Little Mango raised her head with a sincere expression.

Mu Yao couldn't refuse in front of the child, so she had to invite Lu Jingchen into the room.

My aunt recently went back to France, so she and Little Mango are the only ones in the house.

Lu Jingchen entered the room, and naturally took the dishes to the kitchen.

"Yaoyao, I'm cooking today, you help me." He yelled in the kitchen.

"I won't." Mu Yao sat on the sofa and looked at the little mango building blocks.

Lu Jingchen came out of the kitchen, wearing Mu Yao's usual pink apron, holding a kitchen knife in his hand, with his sleeves rolled up high.

It looks like sharpening a knife to the pig and sheep.

"Little Mango, let your mommy help me."

"Mommy, just help Uncle Lu, Mommy cooks the best food." Little Mango obviously forgot which side he was from.

After finishing speaking, he got up, pulled Mu Yao up, and pushed her into the kitchen.

Mu Yao half-pushed and entered the kitchen.

Lu Jingchen has washed some of the vegetables he bought and put them in the basket, and the rest is being put in the refrigerator.

Mu Yao frowned, is he planning to use her place as a long-term canteen?
"Yaoyao, you used to like hot and sour potato shreds the most. I'll make it for you today." Lu Jingchen said, took out a potato and cleaned it.

"What should I do next? You teach me."

Mu Yao stroked her forehead speechlessly:

"Didn't you say Shibie three days, you should look at it with admiration. If you can't even fry the simplest potato shreds, I doubt your words."

Lu Jingchen was taken aback for a moment, he slapped his face swollen to pretend to be fat, and he said it deliberately for the sake of eating.

Where can he cook?When Mu Yao was at home, it was not his turn to cook.

After she left, he also moved out of the Lu residence. Although he bought a new house, the kitchen was basically a decoration.

Without her, he wouldn't even go home, and often stayed at the company, let alone eat at home.

"Okay." Lu Jingchen looked at the potatoes in his hand, trying to recall how Mu Yao used to cook this dish.

It seems that the skin was peeled first, so I picked up the kitchen knife and started peeling.

Mu Yao stood by the door with her arms crossed, watching his strange movements, she didn't intend to come over to help.

Soon, one potato was peeled until only the core was left, and Lu Jingchen put it down satisfied, and peeled the second one, and the third one...

Finally, all the skins were removed, and then shredded.

He rolled up his sleeves again, put the potatoes on the cutting board, raised the kitchen knife and slashed.

"Ping Pong Pong".

The potato was obviously not very obedient, and kept stumbling around.

One fell to the ground. He picked it up, washed it, and cut it again.

Mu Yao couldn't help but quietly took out her phone and took a picture.

After a lot of effort, Lu Jingchen finally turned all those potatoes into strips, not only strips, but also many lumps.

Only then did she turn around and ask Mu Yao what to do next?

"Stir fry."

"Then start frying?"

Mu Yao nodded seriously.

"let's start."

Just do it, Lu Jingchen lit the fire, set up the pot, and poured oil.

then.

With a "snap", all the potatoes were poured in.

The fire was so great that the oil splashed everywhere, and he jumped three steps away in fright.

"I'm going... Yaoyao... What's going on?"

Mu Yao supported the door frame and laughed until her stomach ached.

"Lu Jingchen, are you sure you know how to cook?"

Lu Jingchen didn't want her to see the joke, picked up the spatula and continued to shovel, with an expression of death.

After looking for salt and then vinegar, and then asked if I want to add sugar, remembering that Mu Yao likes spicy food, I grabbed a handful of dried chilies and threw them in...

Seeing him sweating profusely from work, Mu Yao followed blind instructions.

"Put this, that, and this... Well, add water and cook."

When a dish came out, it was sweet and spicy, the outside was burnt, and the inside was uncooked, dark, ugly and unpalatable.

Looking at his masterpiece, Lu Jingchen couldn't help frowning in doubt:
"Yaoyao, are you sure this dish is fried like this?"

Mu Yao ignored him, and while pushing him out of the kitchen, reminded:
"Okay, your food is out of the pan, I'm going to start preparing food for me and Little Mango."

Lu Jingchen still had some scallions on his face, and looked helplessly at the four images on the plate.

Before, he always thought that cooking was easy.

How come I found it so difficult after I started it myself.

The hot and sour potato shreds look so simple, how did they become like this when they came to him?
He brought out the dishes, put them on the dining table, and returned to the kitchen.

I want to see how Mu Yao operates.

I saw Mu Yao wearing an apron, washing her hands, washing vegetables, chopping vegetables, cooking vegetables in one pot, and stewing soup in the other pot, bubbling and bubbling.

A set of procedures flowed smoothly, Lu Jingchen leaned against the door frame, staring dumbfounded, thinking that watching her stir-fry was also an art.

After a while, the three dishes and one soup came out deliciously.

Fish-flavored shredded pork, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, eggplant with minced meat, and the emerald meatball soup that Xiaomango loves most... Just looking at the dishes, it is a must.

Lu Jingchen swallowed involuntarily while serving the meal.

Little Mango clapped his hands and applauded: "Mommy is amazing, it smells so good."

He obediently climbed to the chair and sat down, waiting for the meal, and noticed the black thing on the corner of the table.

Confused, he asked, "What is this?"

Lu Jingchen wanted to pretend he didn't hear it.

Mu Yao explained while taking off her apron.

"Your Uncle Lu fried it, he will eat that dish tonight."

Hearing this, Little Mango looked at Lu Jingchen with some doubts.

"Uncle Lu, do you like to eat this kind of food?"

Lu Jingchen: That's not a thing, it's a dish.

Three people are at the table.

Lu Jingchen was not interested in the dishes he cooked, so he picked up the chopsticks to grab Mu Yao's dishes.

Mu Yao blocked her with chopsticks.

"Mr. Lu, eat your own fry."

Lu Jingchen looked at Little Mango as if asking for help, wanting her to help him.

Little Mango looked helpless.

"Uncle Lu, you must have made my mommy angry, otherwise my mommy wouldn't do this."

When Lu Jingchen thought about it, it was true.

Grinning with a charming smile, he looked at Mu Yao and said fawningly:
"Yaoyao, didn't you say you invited me to dinner?"

"Yeah, I said I would invite you outside, but you insisted on coming here for dinner, and you said you can fry, so you just eat your own." Mu Yao turned a blind eye to his beauty trap.

Lu Jingchen was a little discouraged, and when she wasn't paying attention, he quickly picked up a jade ball and fed it into his mouth, but accidentally swallowed a whole one.

　The update time will be fixed in the future, one chapter in the morning and one chapter around seven or eight in the evening.

　　
　
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