Chapter 43: The 3rd Night's Alcohol Practice (5)

When it comes to dismantling firearms and repairing high-precision guns, the eldest young master may have some skills, but when it comes to cooking skills, before today, Lu Che thought that he was much better than Lu Qilin.

"If you don't know how to make it, you can learn it. Just look it up on the Internet and follow the recipe." Lu Qilin put her on the chair and said with a cold face.

The expression he spoke was very cold, but if you look closely, you will find that the tips of the man's handsome ears seem to be slightly red.

It was also the first time for Lu Qilin to cook, and he didn't know how good his craft was.

"Try it. I don't have an electronic scale at hand, so I don't know if the seasoning is correct." The man said coldly.

Lu Che was already making porridge for himself.

She added the porridge before she could drink it, so she stretched out her spoon and scooped up the porridge.

"What do you need an electronic scale for? You don't need such a thing for cooking." Lu Che asked while scooping.

Lu Qilin frowned: "The recipe states the dosage of various ingredients and ingredients, and even the condiments have regulations. You don't need to measure it with an electronic scale. How do you usually control the dosage?"

"..." Lu Che was speechless when asked by Lu Qilin's words, "I usually come from experience..."

She is all liberal, and she adds it as she pleases, completely by feeling.

Lu Qilin commented unceremoniously: "No wonder you have learned to cook for so many years, but you have not made any progress. So you do it this way."

Hearing what Lu Qilin said, Lu Che suddenly felt that his face was dull.

Indeed, compared with the eldest young master's delicious-looking dishes, the ugly and weird dishes that he usually cooks have become very unappealing.

She was embarrassed to answer, so she could only scoop up a spoonful of white porridge with saffron and put it in her mouth.

When Lu Qilin saw that she obediently ate the 'delicious food' made by herself for the first time, her stern facial features finally stretched a little.

But this stretch has not fully unfolded, but half a second later——

"Ah, bah, bah, bah..." Lu Che suddenly picked up a piece of paper and covered his mouth.

It was the first time that Lu Qilin cooked the 'delicious food', but Lu Che spat it out without hesitation.

The man's angular face was frighteningly cold: "Lu Che!"

He coldly called out her full name, every word as if it was grinding out of his clenched back teeth.

Lu Che, who finally spit out the contents of his mouth, raised his beautiful eyes and said aggrievedly—

"Eldest young master, even if you hate me for being wrong to you, you can't hurt me like this... Even if my taste buds can bear such a terrible dark dish, my fragile stomach can't bear it!"

Lu Che covered his stomach as he spoke. Fortunately, he didn't swallow the mouthful just now, otherwise her stomach must have been twitching and cramping by now.

Lu Qilin frowned when he heard Lu Che's words, "Remember the grudge, I have lost to you".

All night, Lu Che's expression was very strange.

Doing strange things, saying strange things, and treating him with the same respect as usual.

However, Lu Qilin didn't have time to worry about Lu Che's words that made him feel inexplicable soon, and his attention was attracted by Lu Che's last sentence.

What, the dishes he cooks himself are actually dark dishes?

Lu Qilin glanced at Lu Che coldly, and took the only tableware on the table, the spoon she used.

He took a mouthful of the white porridge that Lu Che had eaten and put it into his mouth.

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Half a second later, Lu Qilin's expression changed slightly, he put down the tableware, turned and walked into the inner kitchen.

Lu Che: "..."

Look, she said it's not delicious, it's hard to eat!

[Updated on 11.22, see you tomorrow night~]