Ah! Running into the book I wrote to chase the evil female supporting role

Han Juyou's home is not far from the market street. It takes two or three minutes to walk to her home.

The houses in the shantytown are all walk-up apartments, without elevators. Moreover, the residents on each floor are very dense, so there is naturally a lot of domestic garbage. There is a stinky smell of garbage under the corridor.

Going through a dim and narrow corridor, going up from a dilapidated escalator, and going up to the fifth floor, the door on the left hand side with a few small advertisements posted on it that have not been torn off is Han Juyou's home.

"Zi... da da..."

The old iron door made two strange sounds when it opened.

Han Juyou walked into the house, changed her shoes, and found a pair of suitable slippers for Liu Muye.

"Sorry, the house is a bit messy."

"It's okay."

Liu Muye, who changed his shoes, walked into the house. The house was not big, with two bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen and a bathroom. The dense residential buildings outside the house blocked the light in the room, so the room was dark without turning on the lights.

This place is somewhat similar to the place where he lived when he was a child, so he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity as soon as he entered the house.

Seeing Liu Muye looking around the house, Han Juyou smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "My humble room made Young Master Liu laugh."

Liu Muye smiled and said, "With you here, the humble room is not humble at all."

"Just think of it as you are praising me."

Han Juyou covered her mouth and smiled, then walked into the kitchen with the vegetables.

After a while, she came out again.

Han Juyou stacked the sorted change together and handed it to Liu Muye, saying, "I still have fifty here, I'll pay you back first. Please remember how much I owe you in total. When I earn money from working, I will pay you back little by little."

Liu Muye glanced at the money in her hand and said, "I'm in a good mood today. I don't want the money you borrowed from me before."

Han Juyou got anxious when he heard it, and said quickly, "No, it's only natural to pay back debts. You must take this money back!"

"Come on, forget it. You pay me fifty at a time. When will you be able to pay it back?" Liu Muye pushed away the money she handed over and said, "Don't you like to write novels? Wait until you become a great writer and earn royalties before paying me back."

"...Great writer? Royalties?"

Han Juyou He repeated Liu Muye's words, and said with a smile on his face, "Okay, then when I earn the royalties, I will pay you back the money I owe you, but it may take a while."

Liu Muye smiled and said, "It's okay, I believe in you. With your ability, you will definitely become a great writer in no time."

"How do you know my ability?" The smart Han Juyou immediately heard the key words in Liu Muye's words, "Did you sneak a peek at my novel last night? Where is my notebook? Did you bring it today?"

"You are really smart." Liu Muye covered his face and said, "I brought it. It's in my car. I will return it to you when I leave."

"Hmm."

Han Juyou, who was praised by Liu Muye for being smart, snorted with a little pride and turned back to the kitchen.

Liu Muye also followed and said, "I'll help you cook."

Han Juyou waved his hand and said, "No, the kitchen is small, you can stay in the living room."

"It's okay, I'll help you. Pig lungs are not easy to handle."

Liu Muye rolled up his sleeves and started to handle pig lungs.

Pig lungs are the least valuable part of a pig. Two large pieces of this thing only sell for five to ten yuan each, and not many people buy them.

The main reason is that pig lungs are very dirty and difficult to clean.

Flush water into the lung tube, then use a toothpick to poke holes in the pig lungs, and then wash out the sticky mucus and blood. This set of procedures is time-consuming and laborious.

When Liu Muye was a child, he saw his mother washing pig lungs, which usually took more than half an hour.

Based on his memory, Liu Muye also used the method his mother used to clean pig lungs.

Han Juyou thought that Liu Muye's words about coming to help were just a polite remark.

In Han Juyou's cognition, people like Liu Muye probably didn't even enter the kitchen door a few times, let alone help in the kitchen. After all, he is a rich young master. Aren't rich young masters pampered, lazy, and ignorant? How could they do such a thing?

But when she saw him start to process the pig lungs so skillfully, her prejudice against Liu Muye disappeared instantly - he was indeed different from the average rich second generation.

Liu Muye thought that Han Juyou was staring at him because he was worried, so he said, "Don't look at me, just do your thing, I won't mess it up for you."

"Thank you, Mr. Liu!" Han Juyou said in a coaxing tone.

Han Juyou should cook often, so her cooking skills are very skillful.

While she was blanching and stewing the ribs in an orderly manner, she could also take the time to cut meat and vegetables, and prepare some onions, ginger, garlic and the ingredients for braised pig lungs later. Her movements were as natural and smooth as flowing water.

After Liu Muye washed the pig lungs, he could directly put them into the pot for blanching and braising.

While the pig lungs were being braised, Han Juyou had already fried the green pepper and pork shreds. After the braised pig lungs were taken out of the pot and rinsed with cold water, they were cut into thin lung slices and added with onions, ginger, garlic and green and red peppers.

The last dish was stir-fried Chinese cabbage. When all three dishes were done, the pork rib soup in another pot was also ready.

In an hour, Han Juyou prepared three dishes and one soup on the family stove. Only Liu Muye, who had cooked before, could deeply appreciate how superb her cooking skills were.

By the time Liu Muye brought the soup to the table, Han Juyou had already served two bowls of rice.

"Thank you."

Liu Muye took the bowl and chopsticks and fixed his eyes on the stir-fried pork lungs.

“This stir-fried pork lung is spicy, fragrant and delicious!”

“The shredded pork with green pepper is also delicious, the meat is so tender!”

“The cabbage is so juicy!”

“The pork ribs are so tender when stewed, and all the flavor comes out!”

Liu Muye, who had slept all day and hadn't eaten anything in the afternoon, was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back. After eating these delicious home-cooked dishes, his eyes were shining, and he was holding the rice bowl for a meal. dazzle.

Han Juyou looked at Liu Muye who was like a hungry wolf, and said with a bit of laughter and tears: "Okay, okay, it's all yours, no one is trying to compete with you, please eat slowly."

If he hadn't seen Liu Muye driving a luxury car, Han Juyou would have doubted whether this guy was actually rich.

Whose eldest son looks like he has never eaten?

In fact, it had been a long time since Liu Muye had eaten home-cooked food like this.

Before becoming a novelist, he was writing novels in a rented house, where he could eat whatever he had, and he could eat for two or three days by just tinkering with whatever dish he wanted.

After graduating from school, he became the eldest son of the Liu family. Although he had no worries about eating and drinking, the food cooked by the five-star chef really...didn't suit his taste.

If it wasn't allowed, he would have cooked the three dishes and one soup himself.

Han Juyou looked at Liu Muye devouring the food, and felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment in her heart - the most proud thing for a chef is that others recognize the food he makes and finish it all.

The two of them were eating when the door opened suddenly.

"Zi... bang bang..."

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