365 Kinds of Difficult Living Methods

When Fang Datuo received a call from Chu Yu, he broke down.

"Chu Chu, have you been kidnapped? If you are, just blink, Muyu is staring at it!"

"You look at the surveillance screen, do I seem to be held hostage like this? Stop talking nonsense, send things here, and don't leave it!"

"Should we keep guarding by the side?"

"If you don't need it, leave it at the door, and I'll get it."

After speaking, Chu Yu hung up the phone and turned to enter the room. Xia Yihan sat on the swing cradle chair, holding a SpongeBob doll in her arms, she put one foot on, one foot stretched out, and her big toe touched the ground intentionally or unintentionally. , Swing back and forth on a swing.

"Wait a minute, I'm going to clean up the kitchen, the pots and pans have to be washed, and the pool has to be wiped."

Xia Yihan turned his head and looked at Chu Yu through the gap in the cradle, "Do you need my help?"

"No," Chu Yu put on the waistband, "I will bother you later, and I will leave these rough jobs to me."

Xia Yihan buckled the wicker chair of the hanging basket with his hands, leaned out, and blew a kiss to Chu: "mua~"

This villa is mainly used for renting and partying for college students and company departments. It is located in a remote location, far from densely populated areas. There are huts nearby, which fits Chu Yu's ideal "detention location".

Before catching Xia Yihan, Chu Yu asked Wu Ke to find a "courtyard-style detention center" in the city. Wu Ke found a few places and sent her a 3D schematic diagram. In comparison, she finalized this place for Xiaoli in Jinling. Farmhouse in the village.

After Xia Yihan was arrested, the security squad led by Wu Ke transformed into a cleaning commando, and cleaned up the two-story huge house spotlessly, waiting for His Royal Highness Chu to move in.

Of course, the pots and pans have been scrubbed clean, and people can't bear to touch them, for fear that their hands will stain the porcelain bowl's white body.

Chu Yu said that she wanted to clean the kitchen utensils, but she just set aside time and waited for Fang Datuo to bring the knives. Then she went to the door to get them and put them back in the kitchen. The whole process was sneaky, as if drugs were being transferred from both sides.

Chu Yu didn't want Xia Yihan to see this scene. Although she knew that Xia Yihan might have noticed that there were no sharp objects in the room to guard against her, but at least he couldn't be too blatant.

She did not say, Xia Yihan did not ask, the two knew well and maintained a delicate balance.

The sharp knives and kitchen utensils were packaged and placed in a plastic storage box. They didn't look big, but because they were all made of stainless steel, they were very heavy to hold. Fang Datuo hugged him and prepared to go out in the surprised eyes of Muyu and Song Qingyang.

Song Qingyang: "What are you doing?"

Fang Da held his head without looking back: "I stole something and went out to cash it out."

Song Qingyang stretched out his hand and stopped him: "You want to send it to Xiaohuahua!"

Fang Datuo hugged the box and couldn't take it out, "Since I guessed it, please open the door for me."

"Wait," Muyu enlarged Chu Yu's picture, watching her busy in the kitchen, "Do you know how dangerous Chu is going to send this to him?"

Fang Datuo: "This box of goods was ordered by Grandma Chu. It must be delivered to your door within five minutes. Grandma, OK, if you are late, I will get a bad review!"

Muyu didn't mean to be anxious, and the focus was not on him. She held her arms, between her eyebrows, showing some doubts.

"I feel that Chu Chu is now like a big money with a mistress. She is obsessed with her mistress. She does what the mistress asks to do, and she still says one thing. Is this my illusion?"

Song Qingyang: "I want to be a mistress!"

Fang Datuo: "I want to be too!"

After receiving the goods from the courier Fang, Chu Yu moved swiftly and put the things in different categories. The kitchen knives were placed on the oak kitchen knife rack, the scissors were hung on the sticky hooks, and the folding fruit knives were placed in the fruit tray to ensure that the entire kitchen was in danger. .

After finishing the cleaning, Apprentice Chu invited Chef Xia out. She didn't have a mobile phone, and Chu Yu gave her a Walkman, and the songs were downloaded in it. They were all soothing, which made people feel that there is love in the world after listening to them.

Xia Yihan took the Walkman into the kitchen, put it on the shelf, and put the music outside. The Walkman became a small speaker, contributing background music in a low-key manner, and the sound was not loud, and it touched the eardrums faintly.

At this moment, the circling music was melodious and affectionate, and a saxophone Careless Whisper filled the corners of the kitchen.

Chu Yu leaned on the side of the vegetable sink and asked about the class schedule: "Ms. Xia, what class is there today?"

Xia Yihan opened the refrigerator and glanced at it: "There are tomatoes, Chinese cabbage, potatoes, cucumbers, eggs, as well as pork, ribs, noodles...Today is the first lesson for beginners. It should not be too difficult, so let's make tomato and egg noodles."

"Will the difficulty be too low?"

Chu Yu was still thinking about making a whole dish, but she didn't even enter the threshold for cooking, so she could only touch the noodles first. What's so difficult about noodles, isn't it just boil the water, put the noodles down, and scald the noodles again? Everyone can do it.

"Sister knows how to fry eggs?"

"I don't know." Chu Yu blurted out.

Xia Yihan leaned on the cupboard, smiling without saying a word.

Chu Yu felt a little embarrassed and waved his hand, "Ah, doesn't this need you to teach me?"

With that, she took the tomatoes, eggs, and noodles out of the refrigerator and put them on the cutting board.

"Teacher Xia, what should I do as the first step?"

The teacher called, Xia Yihan was very useful. She smiled so that her eyes were bent, probably because she never smiled. Her face was smooth as silk without a trace of wrinkles. At first glance, this smile looked like a newborn baby, innocent and full.

"Wash the tomatoes, cold or hot water is fine."

Chu Yu was puzzled and stared at the tomato: "Will you wash it with boiling water, won't the vitamins be lost?"

Xia Yihan: "It's easy to peel when scalded with water. Sister doesn't like to eat skins, right?"

Chu Yu thought for a while. Every time Fang Datuo made tomato scrambled eggs, the skins were peeled, and it seemed that she understood her taste.

After the tomatoes were cut, they were placed on the cutting board, and the red juice flowed out. Chu Yu held the knife, feeling a little nervous. She controlled it, did not look at Xia Yihan, and forced herself to settle down.

Since you have decided to believe her, you have to believe it to the end and give up halfway. It is better to not agree to it at the beginning.

Picking up the kitchen towel on the hook, Chu Yu wiped his hands, the juice slid down the fingertips, flowing through the wound on the thumb.

Chu Yu noticed that Xia Yihan's gaze had been on the scar, it was like a mark, recording the shared memory.

"The second step is to beat the eggs into a bowl and use a whisk to break them up."

Chu Yu picked up the egg, held it in both hands, and moved it cautiously for fear of accidentally crushing it. She took the eggs, looked for things all over the kitchen, rummaged through boxes and cabinets.

Xia Yihan gave way to her, blinking: "What is my sister looking for?"

"Needle."

"What do you do to find needles?"

Chu Yu said: "Poke a hole in the egg to let the yolk and egg whites flow out."

The corner of Xia Yihan’s mouth cocked, "Oh, it’s a good way, but there is a faster way. Knock the egg against the edge of the bowl. If the shell is broken, the egg white inside is in the bowl."

Chu Yu held the egg, hesitated for a while, and expressed doubts about the feasibility of the plan, "But I won't control the intensity, and the liquid inside will splash out after a dozen."

"Then you lightly hit, knock out a small broken pattern, and then divide the eggshell into two along the broken pattern, the liquid will flow into the bowl obediently."

Chu Yu nodded, pursing his lips, looking a little nervous. Holding the egg in her hand, she felt trembling, mainly in front of Xia Yihan. If it was screwed up, she would be really embarrassed. She remembered that she was holding a scalpel and approached the corpse for the first time without being so nervous.

She wants to become Xia Yihan's chief doctor, so how can she not even be able to beat her eggs?

Chu Yu squeezed the egg, knocked it on the edge of the bowl, and when he picked it up, there were no cracks. She started the second time, with a "pop-", the whole egg was broken, the bowl popped out, and a pool of transparent yellowing liquid was pinched in her hand, which was sticky and greasy.

Xia Yihan's smile popped out of his nose, "chicks", which was more pleasing than the sound of broken eggs.

Chu Yu glanced back at her, and then quickly washed his hands.

Starting to harm the second egg, Chu Yu put it directly into the bowl and picked up the chopsticks: "If the liquid is squeezed out, it will all be in the bowl. I am still witty!"

After crushing the egg with chopsticks, the egg white is not falling off, all in the bowl, but the egg shell is also mixed in it, and it becomes a bowl of egg shell egg soup.

Chu Yu squatted next to the trash can and took a lot of effort to pick out all the eggshells. He muttered as he picked: "It seems that I will have to pay the caretaker in the future. Cooking is really not a human job. !"

Xia Yihan moved a stool and sat at the door. Her two long legs were placed on the footrest under the stool. The whole figure was like a big frog. She smiled and watched Chu Yu busy.

"Sister, you don't need to pay someone else, you kiss me every day, and I have all your meals."

Chu Yu moved for a while, a little embarrassed, both blushes, and after the eggshells were cleaned out, he didn't dare to look back.

She should have increased the dose of the anesthetic yesterday, so that the girl would start to lick her tongue as soon as she woke up.

After the tomatoes, eggs, and green onions are ready, start to cook.

The oil crackled in the pot, and oil stars splashed out. Chu Yu took the spatula and dodged from left to right in front of the stove, like avoiding enemy shells, never daring to approach.

Xia Yihan was behind, using both left and right hands, shaking her fists up and down, cheering her up: "Sister, don't be afraid, rush, lay eggs, you can lay eggs!"

Finally, seeing the smoke billowing in the pot, and the oil was about to boil without laying eggs, Chu Yu rushed forward, his eyes quick and his hands turned off, and the fire was turned off.

Xia Yihan blinked his eyes: "Huh?"

Chu Yu put down the spatula and rushed out of the kitchen door, "Wait for me, I'll change equipment."

Five minutes later, Chu Yu returned in full dress. She was wearing a straw hat, sunglasses on her nose, a big red PM2.5 thick mask underneath, and a cashmere scarf wrapped around her neck. In this way, except for her hands , No nudity. Exposed skin, comparable to a large sunscreen scene.

After entering the kitchen, Chu Yu put on a set of rubber gloves to ensure a perfect "anti-frying".

Xia Yihan saw her, raised her eyebrows, her mouth changed from big O to small O: "Wow, my sister's dress is so chic!"

Chu Yu accepted the rainbow fart and continued to cook.

Because she was fully equipped, she no longer dodged, dared to face the oiliness of the splash, and dared to meet the billowing smoke.

After half an hour, two bowls of tomato and egg noodles that were difficult to produce were finally born, and Chu's midwife brought them to the dinner table.

When picking bowls and utensils, she chose the most elegant cherry porcelain bowls in an attempt to make up for the lack of presentation of the food with the appearance of the dishes and chopsticks.

The eggs are a little burnt, the tomatoes have melted into a pulp, and the noodles are okay, leaving the whole carcass.

Chu Yu sprinkled green onions and handed the Japanese chopsticks to Xia Yihan.

The dining table is rectangular, covered with cartoon-patterned tablecloths, a bunch of lavender is inserted in a lavender inverted fan-shaped vase, and the overhead light is yellow, sprinkling warm and quiet colors.

Chu Yu and Xia Yihan sat next to each other. Before she took off her waist, she grabbed a chopstick first, tried to poison, and tasted noodles.

The eggs are salty, the noodles are too soft, and the tomatoes have no sense of presence, but the presence of soy sauce is too much.

Chu Yu finished chewing, swallowed, almost tears in her eyes, so touched, she actually made an edible food!

Xia Yihan picked up the chopsticks and started eating slowly, and the rainbow fart kept going out: "Well... Sister did a good job, people can eat it!"

Chu Yu saw that she swallowed a few mouthfuls, neither frowning nor vomiting, and once again relaxed and recognized her cooking skills.

But even if she is a little proud, Chu Yu still maintains a humble attitude and intends to continue to ask her for advice. She is the "Little Chinese Master" who can take care of all the guys in junior high school.

"Stop calling your sister, now I am your apprentice."

Xia Yihan took a sip of the soup, and nodded Cong Shanru Liu, looking at Chu Yu, her eyes flashed, "Okay, baby!"

Chu Yu sat in the same place, a tuft of noodles stuck in his throat, unable to get up and down.

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In the bungalow that formed a clear gap between rich and poor with the villa, three heads crowded in front of the computer, staring at the surveillance video, almost staring out six eyes.

"She's cooking, she actually cooks, I thought she would never have anything to do with cooking in her life!"

Muyu chuckled, "Maybe after a while, Chu Chu can take over the food for the entire Superman Department."

Fang Datuo took back the tears of gratification like an old father, and a sense of crisis came: "Huh, I feel like I am going to be unemployed!"

Song Qingyang was numb with the sound of "baby" just now, and now he has not been relieved, the whole person has fallen into a stiff state. Originally, she thought that the surveillance was to protect her work, but she didn't expect it to eat lemons online, which was too acidic.

"Keep on holding on, I'm going to patrol outside." Song Qingyang quickly slipped away.

Fang Datuo also took the opportunity to run away: "Yes, Xiaoyu, be more serious, I'll go and contact the team in Wangjiang City."

Muyu sat alone in front of the computer, her always expressionless face, unable to stretch, as if half of her teeth were hurting.