Chapter 844: Feel

Lu Juefeng nodded, his handsome eyebrows suddenly darkened, as if he was seriously considering the matter.

After she was satisfied, Bai Zhi lay tiredly on the sofa and fell asleep. Lu Juefeng covered her with a blanket and walked into the kitchen.

When he came out after cooking, Bai Zhi was sleeping soundly. Lu Juefeng walked lightly to her side, frowning slightly as he looked at the sleeping woman curled up on the sofa.

Even in her sleep, she maintained this self-protective posture.

This woman is so insecure.

Lu Juefeng's eyes darkened slightly, and he leaned down to look carefully at Bai Zhi, who had her eyes closed tightly. Her fair skin was slightly red, her small lips were pressed tightly, and her small fan-like eyelashes trembled slightly with the beating of her eyelids. She was so beautiful. Liu Yemei frowned slightly.

Did you dream about something unhappy?

Lu Juefeng stretched out his hand and gently stroked Bai Zhi's forehead, wishing he could get into her dream and help her solve the things that made her frown.

Feeling someone touching her, Bai Zhi subconsciously hid. This action made Lu Juefeng's hand pause, and she realized that she had scared her.

In her sleep, Bai Zhi felt the familiar scent and subconsciously wanted to get closer.

The person who could make her feel at ease in the dark, that familiar and nostalgic aura made her unable to help but want to hold on to the person next to her.

"Get up, it's time to eat." After Bai Zhi sat firmly on the sofa, Lu Juefeng stood up straight, straightened his sleeves with an impassive expression, and walked out calmly.

It was as if nothing had happened just now.

Bai Zhi looked at Lu Juefeng's back speechlessly and was stunned for a second, then quickly packed her clothes and got up and followed him out.

When she walked to the restaurant and saw the hot pot boiling on the table, Bai Zhi couldn't hide her surprise. Lu Juefeng actually had the ability to cook a decent hot pot in a foreign country, and it was also a mandarin duck pot.

"Taste it?" Lu Juefeng handed the chopsticks to Bai Zhi.

Bai Zhi took the chopsticks hesitantly, picked up a piece of mutton cut as thin as a piece of paper, put it in the boiling red pot and rinsed it a few times.

Watching the bright red mutton gradually turn white and curl into one piece, Bai Zhi dipped the ingredients handed over by Lu Juefeng and put it in his mouth.

This taste is simply... so authentic.

When the unique aroma of mutton, accompanied by the spicy aroma of hot pot, passed from the lips and teeth of Bai Zhi to the taste buds, Bai Zhi, who was ready to eat a meal that looked nothing like hot pot, was completely stunned.

Whether it is the hot pot base or the seasonings on the plate, they all taste exactly the same as those in China. How is this possible?

Even in China, the hot pot in each city will be different, and the seasonings are just that. The hot pot base is the most difficult to prepare. For such an authentic Sichuan hot pot, could it be that Lu Juefeng also tied up the Sichuan chef?

Seeing the change in Bai Zhi's eyes, Lu Juefeng guessed that the woman was starting to have random thoughts again. He picked up the duck intestines on the ice with his chopsticks and rinsed them in the pot while explaining: "I'm afraid you will miss Chinese food, so I People are arranged at each location to deliver Chinese food ingredients and ingredients from different cities in the country on time and at designated locations.”

It turned out that Lu Juefeng had arranged the next route, and Bai Zhi knew it clearly.

Looking at the table full of fresh ingredients and thinking of his large-scale operation, Bai Zhi lamented that the capitalists were really inhumane, but she was also moved by his carefulness and dedication.

"Actually, you don't have to go to such trouble." Bai Zhi put down her chopsticks and took the initiative to hug Lu Juefeng, "I can't eat much."

"It's all little things."

"It's too much trouble." Bai Zhi took advantage of the situation and gave Lu Juefeng's lips a quick sip, "And it's also a waste."

"Then eat them all and don't waste them."

"The pot is still rolling." Bai Zhi hurriedly pushed him away, picked up the chopsticks and studied the food on the table seriously, "Which one should be boiled first?"

Lu Juefeng, who was pushed away by Bai Zhi, said with some unfinished meaning: "Blank everything you like to eat."

"That's not possible. There are all my favorite foods on this table. I can't eat so much, otherwise how will I be able to film when I get fat?" Bai Zhi looked at the fat beef rolls, lamb rolls, sheep and goose intestines, and woolen rolls on the table. tripe, yellow throat, bamboo fungus, shrimp slippery, and various delicate vegetables. I felt troubled and sighed: "Beef and sheep rolls are what I want. Hairy tripe and yellow throat are what I want. You can't have both. And Bamboo fungus and shrimp are slippery, hey, the most painful thing in the world is that you can’t have both good food and good health.”

Seeing Bai Zhi looking at a table of delicious food in embarrassment, Lu Juefeng finally discovered who Xiao Ai had inherited from her foodie attribute, but the person in front of him was an invisible foodie.

"Eating spicy food will not make you fat." Seeing that Bai Zhi was so tempted by the delicacies on the table, Lu Juefeng held back his smile and tempted Bai Zhi, "Hot pot has low calories, so you won't gain weight if you eat more."

Bai Zhi thought for a while and felt that what Lu Juefeng said made sense.

There are rumors in the world that not only will eating spicy food not make you fat, but it is also good for your skin. What really causes weight gain and aging is sugar.

He Ziqing often said that a cup of milk tea is equivalent to ten meals of hot pot, not to mention that she only eats one meal, so it shouldn't be a problem.

The worst thing is, just lose weight again. As the saying goes, only when you are full can you have the strength to lose weight.

After comforting herself, Bai Zhi started to enjoy the meal.

Seeing that Bai Zhi had a rare good appetite, Lu Juefeng sat aside and kept helping Bai Zhi rinse the vegetables.

"Eat more if you like it." Seeing that Bai Zhi was eating with gusto, Lu Juefeng couldn't help but continue to seduce her, "It will feel better if you are fatter."