Interstellar baby care letter

Chapter 311 Breakfast Begins ([-])

"it is good."

Lu Zhengguo took Nan Jue by his arm, "Come on, let's put up window grilles."

Everyone in the villa is holding window grilles, wandering around the living room, looking at each window, trying to find an aesthetic angle.

Nan Shu sat on the sofa, drinking tea slowly, without participating, just watching them.

"Hey, hey, Ross, let me ask you, will you post it? It's so short, can it look good?"

"Go, what do you know, whether it looks good or not depends on whether the post is tall or short."

Ross and Doyle argue.

Qin Qingbai and Qin Ye were standing together, Qin Qingbai looked at the window grilles in his hands, and muttered, "These patterns are interesting, and the cutting method is also skillful, with thin lines and lines, which can make the pictures vivid..."

Qin Ye held a group of red window grilles in his hand, looked at Qin Qingbai, and said helplessly, "Grandpa, are you putting up window grilles or studying window grilles?"

"Don't interrupt, I'll post after I finish my research."

A few steps away, "Grandpa Lu, the window grilles can't be pasted that way, it should be evenly pasted to look good."

"Huh? Did I stick it unevenly?"

"Yeah, it's very uneven."

"Hey, Xiao Jue is here to post, you must be better than me."

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Looking away, Nan Shu turned to Lin Yunyun who was tasting fruit on the sofa, "Grandma Lin, I'm going to the kitchen to prepare breakfast."

"I'll help you."

"No, Grandma Lin, you can just sit down."

After politely rejecting Lin Yunyun, Nan Shu stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

The kitchen door was closed tightly, Nan Shu pushed the door open, and inside the door, there was a light white mist floating, the cold air of the snow was stained with warmth, and the aroma of food radiated.

The Laba porridge was almost cooked, and spirit water was specially added. Even though the lid of the pot was tightly seamed, Nan Shu could still smell the strong rice fragrance.

Lifting the lid of the pot, hot air like white mist swept out, the aroma of rice mixed with the aroma of longan and peanuts, it smelled light, but pervasive, firmly occupying the sense of smell, even the lips and teeth were dyed with this fragrance, sweet .

Nan Shu sniffed and felt relieved.

Inside the pot, the soft, glutinous and hot porridge was bubbling.

The rice porridge made from corn, purple rice, and red rice turns deep red. Longan red dates, peanuts and almonds are mixed with the porridge, which is fragrant, glutinous and soft.

The aroma floated far away along the kitchen, and outside the living room, Nan Jue, who was putting on window grilles, smelled it, tilted his head, watching the lively scene in the living room, two small dimples appeared on his round cheeks.

very nice.

For the grown-up Nan Jue, his impression of the Chinese New Year in his childhood is this moment.

The white snow scene, the gorgeous window grilles, the lively living room, the smell of mother cooking in the kitchen.

Very warm and very happy.

Lu Xuan put down the window grille in her hand and followed the scent into the kitchen.

Nan Shu was taking out Sixi meatballs, and the meatballs were steaming hot when they were put into a plate with red background.

"I come."

As soon as the meatballs were served, Lu Xuan took them very naturally, and cooperated with Nan Shu very tacitly.

Nan Shu looked at him, her moist eyes seemed to be covered with water mist through the heat from the kitchen, she blinked, "Take it to the dining table."

"Ah."

Lu Xuan stepped out of the kitchen with a plate of steaming hot meatballs in her hand.

The way to the restaurant happened to pass the living room. Lu Xuan pursed his lips, his jaw line was smooth, and his waist was straight. If you ignore the steaming Sixi balls in his hand, he has the typical cold appearance of a patrolling soldier.

And this appearance happened to be seen by everyone who was pasting window grilles in the living room.

Immediately, not to mention Er and others, even Lu Zhengguo and Lin Yunyun were shocked.

Opening her eyes wide, Lu Xuan was at a loss for words when she saw this appearance.

However, Lu Xuan still acted like it was a matter of course, turned his head, stopped, and said casually to these people, "Breakfast is ready, you can eat."

After finishing speaking, he took another step towards the restaurant.

In the same place, several people looked at each other in blank dismay.

Doyle and Rose looked at each other, and the strange feeling in their hearts rose again: Lu Xuan's posture was too much like the master's.

"Grandpa Lu, stop posting, let's wash our hands."

Nan Jue's milk voice woke up a few people, and Luo Si shook his head, thinking about the delicious food now.

After several people had washed their hands, a sumptuous breakfast was already on the table.

Lu Xuan sat across from Nan Shu, next to Nan Shu were Nan Jue and Lin Yunyun, Doyle and Rose sat together, and next to Lu Xuan sat Qin Ye and Qin Qingbai.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the food in front of them.

A plate of meatballs has a round shape, a golden surface, and a perfect mix of noodles and meat, which makes people move their index fingers.

One plate is glutinous rice balls, white and tender, moist, small and exquisite.

The most attractive thing is the porridge in front of him. The rice porridge is deep red, and the overbearing and light fragrance keeps getting into the nose, so fragrant that it makes the mouth water.

Since Ross and Doyle got acquainted with Nan Shu, they didn't know what politeness is. Looking at the plate full of delicious food, they rolled up their sleeves and started without asking.

Before the people at the dining table recovered from the hearty breakfast, they saw Ross and Doyle, each holding a pair of chopsticks, with their arms outstretched. The balls fell.

"Eh——, hehe."

Luo Sidaoer caught the meatball in one step, and immediately laughed, very happy.

Doyle jumped at nothing, looked at the meatball on Ross's chopsticks, shook his head depressedly, turned the chopsticks, and landed on another Sixi meatball, with a little force, he successfully caught a ball.

Doyle, who caught the ball, also had time to complain, and turned to Los Nunu, "Los, you usually do everything slowly, but this eating action is fast."

"necessary."

After eating the meatballs, Ross's taste buds were satisfied, and he replied slowly.

Everyone who watched the two of them back and forth was stunned.

They were still looking at the food, but in the end, the two of them fell in love with it.

Qin Qingbai looked at the two, and immediately acted, picked up the chopsticks, and went straight to it.

Lu Zhengguo was not slow to react. Although he didn't know what it was in front of him, he immediately imitated the three of them, picked up the two slender chopsticks in front of him, and pointed them at one of the Sixi meatballs. , put down the chopsticks.

The meatballs were slippery. It was the first time Lu Zhengguo picked up chopsticks, but he failed to pick them up several times.

Angrily looking at the ball, Lu Zhengguo raised his head, just about to see how Qin Qingbai got it, when he saw that Qin Qingbai had eaten it in his mouth with satisfaction.

Helpless, Lu Zhengguo turned his attention to Lu Xuan.

Lu Xuan didn't start eating, but held a delicate silver spoon in her hand, stretched out her hand, and scooped up a ball proficiently.

The meatballs were steaming hot, and Lu Zhengguo's eyes lit up slightly.

Then, I saw Lu Xuan holding the silver spoon and moving it to Nan Shu's face. The handle of the spoon was slightly tilted, and round balls rolled from the spoon into Nan Shu's bowl.

Lu Zhengguo, who witnessed the whole process, twitched his lips.

Forget it, he'd better do it himself.

The grandson seems to be hopeless.

(End of this chapter)