Dear Mr. Lu - Chapter 28

[Chapter 28]

For the next two days, Luo Wencheng stayed in the villa, drawing, reading, and teasing the cat. Luo Wenhao came as expected, and he came for two consecutive days, but Luo Wencheng didn’t see him.

On the third day, the housekeeper, Uncle Ding, came back with something: “Mr. Luo, Luo Wenhao sent this thing, and I must give it to you.”

Luo Wencheng saw that it was two invitations, took them and opened them, saying yes Tomorrow night, hold a reception banquet for Lu Chong and invite him to go.

The other one is for Lu Chong, the rightful lord.

“Will the wind feast? Will you go, sir?”

“I’ll have to ask you, sir.”

Lu Chong will go out every afternoon for the past two days. After all, Luo Wencheng is a newcomer. It would be too naive to follow, so he just quietly Stay at home. And he could tell that Lu Chong was not in a good mood every time he went out and came back, so he didn’t want to offend him.

“Then let’s talk about it when Mr. comes back. I’ll listen to him.”

Uncle Ding put away the invitation cheerfully: “Mr. Luo Wencheng showed a trace of

shyness and gratitude: “Mr. is a good man. By the way, Uncle Ding, don’t call me Mr. Luo, just call me Wen Cheng or Xiao Luo.”

“Then I will call you Xiao Luo, alas, sir. I didn’t like to eat after two days, and it’s useless to persuade me. I’m so sad.”

Luo Wencheng put away the book in his hand, and asked in surprise, “Have you eaten yet, sir? But when I asked him, he said he had eaten outside. ”

That’s to prevent you from worrying. Mr. seldom eats outside. He is always in a bad mood and doesn’t like to eat. How can a person like this bear it?” Uncle Ding looked worried.

Luo Wencheng moved his lips, and wanted to ask him why he was in a bad mood, but in the end he didn’t ask, but said: “Can I help you? Why don’t I try to persuade you when the husband comes back?”

He could see that the butler told him these things were not for nothing, and he was not a person who broke his mouth. He probably had some idea to ask him to contribute.

Uncle Ding thought to himself that he was really sensible, and he didn’t ask questions that shouldn’t be asked, and his impression of Luo Wencheng couldn’t help but improve a bit.

“Can Xiao Luo know how to cook?” Uncle Ding asked.

“You asked me to cook for my husband? I haven’t done it before, and I don’t know if it’s okay.” Luo Wencheng didn’t refuse outright. With a big gift bag in his hand, even if he was a novice cook, he couldn’t cook too badly, and in the past two days he Apart from feeding and teasing the cats, there is no other contribution. Living here is just eating for nothing, and it won’t work if it goes on like this for a long time.

Originally, he had planned to go out and warm the bed, but after two days, he was sure that Lu Chong didn’t need it, so he could either accompany Lu Chong to relieve boredom, or where he could help Lu Chong. There should always be a positioning, otherwise you will be at a loss and dispensable.

And now is an opportunity.

He thought for a while: “What do you usually like to eat, sir?”

Uncle Ding said, “Mr. has nothing that he likes or dislikes in particular. He is indifferent to everything, but he prefers to eat noodles in soup when he has no appetite.

” It is easier than racking your brains to figure out what four dishes and one soup, and the combination of meat and vegetables.

“Why don’t I try it? But it might not be done well.”

“That’s also your wish. For this, sir, you have to pay more for your face.” Uncle Ding was very happy, and hurriedly dragged Luo Wencheng to the kitchen.

The big cat dozing off on the sofa also jumped down quickly and followed up.

In the kitchen, the chef of the Lu family was worrying about what to make for dinner. When he learned of Luo Wencheng’s purpose, he let people in like he was calling for rescue, and said courteously, “What kind of noodles does Mr. Luo want? There are all kinds of ingredients here. , the dough has also woken up, and it’s all here.”

Luo Wencheng had a headache looking at the different colors and textures of dough on the chopping board, and said, “I’ll make the simplest ramen, but since I have to do it with my heart, I want to do it myself from the kneading. Learn from the chef for a while?”

“No problem!” The chef agreed, as long as he doesn’t let him worry about today’s dinner, he is happy to let him do the cleaning.

Making noodles naturally starts with kneading noodles.

How much high-gluten noodles, how much yeast, how much salt, how much water, how much water temperature, how many times, when to add, how to knead the noodles, there is too much knowledge in it.

Since Luo Wencheng wants to learn, he naturally wants to learn the most professional ones, so he is very serious and focused, and he learns well and quickly, causing the chef to repeatedly praise him as a good cook who has been delayed.

After three times in a row, this technique can be regarded as mastered, and the next step is to learn ramen.

Sprinkle some oil on the chopping board, cut a piece of the wake-up dough and knead and stretch it repeatedly on it, and when it’s almost done, start to really pull the noodles.

This is a very technical step. At the beginning, the noodles will be broken, uneven in thickness, or stick together. After a few times, you can pull out uniform, flexible and beautiful noodles.

The last is the soup stock.

The broth he makes is the most complicated Shuanghang soup. First, he makes ordinary clear soup, uses natural free-range old hens and high-quality pork lean meat, scalds it in boiling water and cooks it on high heat, removes the foam, and puts green onions. Ginger wine, and then change to a low heat to keep the soup noodles slightly open.

Then it needs to be filtered twice and seasoned. Because it is hung once and then hung again, it is called “Shuanghang soup”. This kind of soup is of the best quality.

He made a bowl of noodles first, and asked Uncle Ding and the chef to taste them. The two opened their eyes wide and said it was delicious. Luo Wencheng smiled, and he also tasted some. It is top-notch delicious, but after eating it, it makes people feel very comfortable. I feel that the whole person is stretched from the inside out, and all the tiredness and unhappiness seem to disappear at this moment.

Luo Wencheng thought to himself, the 20% effect bonus is really extraordinary.

“Mr. is back!” Uncle Ding, who had received the news in advance, called to report, “I’ll be there in five minutes.”

Luo Wencheng nodded, and quickly started pulling the noodles. When the noodles came out of the pan, he added a fried poached egg and chopped green onion.

He was a little nervous as if he was about to hand in his homework: “Uncle Ding, take it over here.”

Uncle Ding: “Of course you delivered the noodles you made. The husband has already gone upstairs, so he just had a few mouthfuls of porridge in the morning. I haven’t eaten it until now, so let’s go.”

Luo Wencheng took a breath, picked up the tray and went upstairs, the ribs groaned and twisted their buttocks to follow him up the stairs. The door of Lu Chong’s study room was closed, and he knocked

on it: “Sir?” After a while, a deep and cold voice came from inside: “Come in.” Luo Wencheng opened the door, and the man who took off his suit and only wore a white shirt sat behind the desk, pressing his forehead with one hand, closing his eyes, his eyebrows furrowed . The room was condensed, and there was a chilling aura lingering around him, like a lion taking a nap, making people afraid to approach. But Luo Wencheng saw that his complexion was a little ugly at a glance, and he thought that it really looked like he hadn’t eaten properly all day. “Sir.” Lu Chong opened his eyes, saw that it was Luo Wencheng, his gaze slowed down, and fell on the tray: “Uncle Ding asked you to deliver it? You don’t need to do this as a guest.” Luo Wencheng said a little shyly: “Sir, This bowl of noodles is made by me, it’s the first time I cook noodles, I want you to try it.” “You made it?” Lu Chong was slightly surprised. “That’s right.” Luo Wencheng put the things on the table, opened the lid, and a wonderful and tempting fragrance wafted out. The pork ribs touched Lu Chong’s trousers, jumped onto his lap, and jumped onto the table again, beside the noodle bowl. Squatting down, “meow”, wagging its tail happily, staring at the face without blinking a pair of round eyes.

[End of This Chapter]