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With an hour or two left before the game, Jian Congxian and Lu Yanxue went home to change their clothes.

There was no one else in the house, and Jian Cong was much more relaxed.

Every time I came back, I was in a hurry, and I didn't take a closer look at what Lu Yanxue's room was like. This time when Lu Yanxue changed his clothes, Jian Cong just fumbled around in the room.

The most spectacular thing in the house is a cabinet of trophies, which is really shocking. Anyone who enters the room has to shake it first.

Today, the screen curtain of the bay window was opened, and half of the unfinished evening painting was placed on the drawing board of the bay window, next to which were picture folders and paint racks.

On the side next to the bed is a basketball hoop and a height scale, and there is a dart behind the door. Jian Cong played two rounds, but missed the target each time, so he had to study other things in embarrassment.

Lu Yanxue stood behind the closet door changing his pants, hopping on one foot, Jian Cong let out an "hey".

"What's wrong?" Lu Yanxue poked his head out and asked.

"I don't think I've seen this before." Jian Cong took two steps back, looked up at the piano case on the bookshelf, and asked, "Is it a guitar?"

"It's a violin." Lu Yanxue smiled, bowed his head and tightened his trousers, "I haven't pulled it for a while, and I found it when I was tidying up things a few days ago."

"Student Lu, you are a little too good." Jian Cong made a gesture with his fingers.

Lu Yanxue waved his paws, looked back with a heavy face, and said, "It was all forced. I remember that when I was a child, I didn't want to go to cram school. My mother beat me with such a thick tailor's ruler, and the whole house ran around. You can hear me howling."

Jian Cong thought about the scene where Xiao Lu Yanxue was crying and ran all over the room, and found it both funny and distressing. He said, "Auntie was indeed a werewolf when she was young."

"Yes, a little more than a ruthless person." Lu Yanxue sighed pretendingly.

The two stayed in the house for a while, and Lu Yanxue took out all the little things he had put in the bottom of the box and showed Jian Cong.

Kindergarten graduation photos, primary school, junior high school graduation photos, and some of the paintings he has drawn, clay sculptures and small ceramic objects he has made.

"This is the first clay sculpture I made." Lu Yanxue brought out a fat gourd-like sculpture, with two pouting mouths, and little Jiji was exposed without clothes, and she was very naive.

Jian Cong looked at it and smiled for a long time.

Lu Yanxue patted the doll's head, and said proudly, "He has a name, Biscuit Man."

The little clay doll was burnt yellow, square and puffy, like a margarita.

Jian Cong didn't feel it at first, but when he said this, he felt more like a biscuit, touched his mouth, turned to look at Lu Yanxue, and said, "I'm greedy because of you."

Lu Yanxue checked the time, and there was still more than an hour, which was enough time to bake biscuits once.

"Come on, my brother will teach you how to be a real biscuit man today." Lu Yanxue clapped his hands, got up and walked out.

Jian Cong followed the biscuit man to the kitchen.

"Wash your hands first." Lu Yanxue turned on two faucets, put his slender fingers under the rushing water, and said patiently like teaching kindergarten children: "First rub your palms together, rub your fingers together, rub your palms and backs of your hands , Bend your joints and rub it...Okay, wash your wrists."

Jian Congte followed carefully and finished washing his hands.

Lu Yanxue handed him a towel, "Wipe off the water, I'll get butter and flour."

"Do you need help?"

"I need to break eggs, can I?" Lu Yanxue pointed to the pile of tools on the kitchen table.

"No problem." Jian Cong happily picked up the egg and the glass bowl.

When Lu Yanxue brought the ingredients from the refrigerator, he saw that Jian Cong was carefully picking out the eggshells that had fallen into the bowl.

"Then use this to beat it." Lu Yanxue smiled and gave him the eggbeater, "Then add sugar and beat it, and it needs to be divided into three times."

While Jian Cong was beating the eggs, Lu Yanxue took another bowl on the other side to melt the butter.

"and then?"

"Add low-gluten flour and baking soda, will you?"

"I try a try."

Under the direction of her boyfriend, Jian Cong finally poured the batter into a piping bag and squeezed it into a square mold.

Finally, Lu Yanxue used a toothpick to draw decent facial features on the batter.

Jian Cong looked at it and asked, "Put this in the oven next?"

"Wait a moment."

The biscuits that Lu Yanxue made on the other side were almost ready. He put the gnocchi he took out from the refrigerator on the baking tray, and then pressed it with his fingers, a beautiful crack appeared. He put both baking trays in Oven, "Wait 15 minutes and it's ready."

"It seems easier than I thought." Jian Cong squatted and stared at the oven with piercing eyes.

Lu Yanxue bent down and scratched Jian Cong's forehead four times, which was the word "king".Jian Cong looked up at him in bewilderment, and then saw Lu Yanxue holding back his flour-covered fingers with a suppressed smile.

"Damn!" Jian Cong reacted, and shouted angrily, "You grandson, don't let me lick it clean!"

Lu Yanxue quickly took a picture of Jian Cong's face with his mobile phone, then grabbed Jian Cong's hand wiping his forehead, and said with a smile, "Okay."

Jian Cong was shocked to feel something warm brushing against his forehead.

"Do you know what I'm doing?" Lu Yanxue whispered in his ear, "I'm called a licking dog, a little dirt dog."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jian Cong turned around in embarrassment and hugged Lu Yanxue's neck, and turned Lu Yanxue to the ground with little strength, all because of the defenselessness of the other party.Jian Cong straddled Lu Yanxue, pointed at Lu Yanxue and said violently, "Believe it or not, I got you here."

Lu Yanxue straightened his back, "Sit up and move by yourself, is that okay?"

Jian Cong sat on him, completely speechless.

The innocent boy is gone forever, and Lu Shen has already learned without a teacher that the best way to deal with this old dog is to be more rascal than him.

The oven saved Jian Cong in dire straits, with a "ding", Jian Cong quickly got up and kicked Lu Yanxue.

"Get up, the biscuits are ready."

Lu Yanxue got up, smiling so hard that his teeth couldn't see.

The biscuits were baked golden, and when the oven was turned on, Jian Cong pushed aside Lu Yanxue, crawled on the edge of the table and stared intently.

"I actually made this, shit, I get excited just thinking about it, can I eat it now?"

"It's very hot, wait a minute." Lu Yanxue took a piece of biscuit with heat-resistant gloves, blew it gently, and handed it to Jian Cong when the temperature came down.

Jian Cong took a bite and narrowed his eyes.

"Is it still hot?" Lu Yanxue was a little nervous.

"It's a little hot, but it's delicious. I'm quite talented in cooking." Jian Cong said and gave the remaining half to Lu Yanxue.Lu Yanxue took a sip, thought about it for a while, and said honestly: "It's a bit sweet."

"Fart, it's obviously delicious." Jian Cong was very unconvinced.

"Look at it, it's so sweet that your teeth hurt." Lu Yanxue pointed to a piece of biscuit, Jian Cong stretched his head to take a look, the originally drawn facial features were distorted due to heat expansion, and all of them had crooked noses and slanted mouths. .

Jian Cong stared at Lu Yanxue, saying nothing.

"This is not hot anymore, try it." Lu Yan stopped after learning, and handed the biscuits he made to Jian Cong.The biscuits are shaped like florets and are split on all sides.The taste is delicate and melts in the mouth, and the taste is a bit like Wangzai steamed buns.

Lu Yanxue lay beside Jian Cong and explained, "This is called a Margarita biscuit, but it has another name."

"Huh?" Jian Cong stuffed another one, and said inarticulately: "What's the name?"

"Wife cakes, cakes specially made for wives."

Jian Cong swallowed the last bite of the biscuit, took the time to give Lu Yanxue a middle finger, "Get lost!"

Lu Yanxue leaned over with a smile, and wiped the biscuit crumbs from the corner of Jian Cong's mouth.

At the same moment, the door of the living room opened suddenly.

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