Chapter 1074: Cooking

Once this was said, Song Tan immediately calmed down.

After all, her dad was indeed quite unreliable sometimes.

Looking from afar, the unreliable middle-aged man was scrolling through TikTok, the sound turned up high, wanting the whole world to hear—

【Pay attention, this car is what every man...】

She silently retracted her gaze.

And downstairs, Lu Chuan sorted out his thoughts, and then the mechanical keyboard made a rapid sound. "Click-clack," the irregular keyboard sound tapped, and the scenes in his mind turned into words one by one.

He was always focused when working, but in the gaps between paragraphs, he couldn't help but let his thoughts wander, thinking of this brand-new place.

The exceptionally fresh air made his breathing feel comfortable, the smart watch could give him three hours of deep sleep data feedback in the morning, and even here, his sensitive body seemed not so fragile.

As for the Song family's food, the enthusiastic hosts, and... the very interesting Song Tan.

Qin Yun and He Kuang kept emphasizing her beauty, but Lu Chuan had had that since he was a child, and his focus wasn't there.

Could it be that the other car was full, and he would drive away alone?

That kind of confident sense of control, Lu Chuan himself had never possessed.

Thinking back to the girl he dragged out of the car, long after, he couldn't remember that face, only remembering the paleness and weakness written on her face, and the intense shock and survival instinct in her eyes.

Thinking about it, he asked again: "Tea eggs, cabbage leaves, and pickles with sauce, is it okay to make two rice balls? Anything else probably won't taste good cold."

Her exposed personality seemed cunning and lively, but her eyes clearly wrote control—every grass and tree in this countryside, every breath, seemed to be in her palm.

But Qiaoqiao was an uncarved jade, the whole person was like a murmuring stream in the mountains, quiet, clear, and able to reflect the noisy hearts of adults.

But Song Tan was different; her features were bright, but she had exceptionally heroic eyebrows, thick and black, and without any modification, she was already full of vitality.

And those eyes.

Qiaoqiao stammered: "But... but what brother makes... is different..."

Beside him was Professor Song's sigh: "You used to say eat less carbohydrates and less fat..."

Her eyes were full of trust: "You just do it! I'll eat it all!" Then she put the plastic bag in her hand on the stove, full of enthusiasm: "I'll burn the fire for you!"

The old lady asked reservedly: "Then are you coming back for lunch?"

Who knew that just as she left the kitchen, she ran into Lu Chuan coming downstairs. He looked at the plastic bag in Qiaoqiao's hand, froze for a moment, and then reacted: "Do you want to eat at noon?"

"I haven't sat in a pickup truck yet, I'll come and experience it!"

Seventh Cousin was furious: "Why, haven't I cooked for you before?" He boiled tea eggs and steamed sweet potatoes, wasn't it for noon? And before, when the weather was warm, he had also made vegetable buns and pancakes that were convenient to take out!

The old lady didn't hesitate: "Then I'm not going, I want to eat pork."

Seeing the leftover fried rice from this morning, he hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "Stir-fried rice mixed in the rice ball, will you eat it?"

He came back to his senses and found that the prefix of the chapter paragraph outside the screen was actually the two words 【Qiaoqiao】, and he was stunned for a moment, then his fingers paused, and he quickly deleted it.

Lu Jing hadn't sat in his car and was also eager to try.

Fine, fine, fine! Lu Chuan's craftsmanship was something Qiaoqiao had seen, so he nodded repeatedly: "Just make it for two people, my mom and the others want to eat hot pot, and Lu Jing wants to eat Bobo chicken."

But Wu Lan wanted to sit in a car with Lu Chuan to chat more, and Qiaoqiao of course wanted to show off by following Wu Lan...

But he had been working for Wu Lan all day yesterday, and today he wanted to chat more with Tantan...

There was also an unwilling struggle.

Wu Lan and Song Tan were together, listening to this fashionable peer from the big city introducing cosmetics to them, and Seventh Cousin counted how many people were eating, and couldn't help but be happy.

Should it be like this?

She looked very much like Qiaoqiao.

Lu Chuan's timing was very accurate; he said he would be two minutes late, but in fact, he finished the rice balls exactly at nine o'clock. Then he tidied up and washed his hands, and the timing was so precise that Qiaoqiao clicked his tongue.

Lu Chuan smiled, not saying that he just casually said "two," and then nodded, cooking rice while cleaning the cabbage leaves.

It was like his young self following Song Tan to work, poor and unable to withstand any wind or rain.

Qiaoqiao couldn't help but be speechless: "Is my little pickup truck that bad?"

But whether to eat Bobo chicken at noon... he fell into a struggle.

Lu Chuan looked at his watch: "There are still twenty minutes, is it okay to be two minutes late? I'll make some simple things to take away."

My mom and the others could still eat food outside, but I still couldn't adapt, so I'd bring my own food!

Qiaoqiao nodded painfully.

And, clearly she was attached to her hometown and didn't mind spending effort, but when she faced the elders and the rural fields, most of the time she seemed to have nothing in her eyes.

It wasn't that it wouldn't work...

The mother of the future daughter-in-law and the daughter-in-law herself, it was really hard to make a choice.

Teacher Tang had her own logic: "I'm so old, what can happen if I indulge occasionally?"

As for why she wanted to eat Bobo chicken, it was probably all thanks to the 【Bobo chicken, one yuan a string of Bobo chicken】 on TikTok.

Why was no one asking!

Seventh Cousin, who was full and satisfied beside him, looked at the two of them, his expression indescribable.

When it came time to take the car, everyone had a disagreement again.

It was said that there was great terror between life and death, enough to make people undergo earth-shaking changes...

I hadn't even eaten that fried rice ball yet!

Qiaoqiao thought for a while: "Leave at nine, arrive in the city at ten, buy clothes and it will be almost noon. In the afternoon, take my dad to look at cars..."

Lu Chuan was a bit speechless, but nodded: "Okay."

Roasting the fried rice with oil dregs, eggs, and green onions over low heat to make it dry, hard, and chewy, and then combining it with the rice balls, it wouldn't become greasy when cold, and it would be relatively fragrant.

"Probably not."

Contradictory, and very interesting.

Qiaoqiao was still inviting Teacher Tang: "Teacher Tang, are you coming along to look around?"

Song Sancheng didn't hesitate to want to sit in Lu Chuan's car; after all, it was sad to say, but in the whole family, only Lu Chuan was willing to talk to him about cars.

I knew the Pea Princess would understand.

It wasn't anything, just that Qiaoqiao remembered that they had to eat outside at noon, so he hurriedly went into the kitchen to stuff a few sweet potatoes and eggs.

Lu Jing was surprised: "Brother is really good, even making lunch for sister!"

Is it like that?

How could Qiaoqiao not eat!

Last night when stewing meat, he used his chopsticks so nimbly! Not hesitant at all!

He just felt that Song Tan gave people a feeling that was very peculiar.

Qiaoqiao nodded, deeply: "Pinch two more, one each isn't enough."

This wasn't Lu Chuan's place to speak, and he was also very helpless. But Song Tan weighed it after thinking about it, and simply said: ===== CHAPTER 1075 =====