Freehand painting scroll - light network matching

After Lu Ming checked the location of the imported supermarket, he went out again; it was impossible for him to return to City S from France without any anxiety at all.I can't tell whether it's the timidity of being close to the hometown, or the fear of the unknown. In short, Lu Ming doesn't have much sense of belonging when he returns to City S.Being alone and falling ill in a foreign land is a particularly lonely experience, so he is still very grateful for Ling Han's care this time.It was precisely because of this that Lu Ming decided to use his housekeeping skills to cook a meal to thank Ling Han for his care.

The imported supermarket that Lu Ming was going to was only four subway stops away from University F, and the time spent on the journey was only about 15 minutes.After arriving at the supermarket, besides buying ingredients, Lu Ming also had to buy some essential spices and cooking utensils.Although there is a small kitchen in the staff dormitory, he never thought that he would have a day to cook. After all, the area of ​​the dormitory is still a bit small. If he cooks, the room will always smell of oily smoke. It was an opportunity to invite Ling Han to dinner unexpectedly this time.

After finishing the large-scale purchases in the import supermarket, Lu Ming left the supermarket with big bags and small bags. Fortunately, he saw a taxi waiting for customers, so he stopped the taxi. After sitting down, the driver turned around and asked him: " Where are you going, boy?"

Lu Ming was taken aback, forgot the specific address of University F: "I'm going to University F."

"Oh, which door are you going to?" the driver asked while starting the car. The floor area of ​​the F is not small, and the four doors are separated on four roads. Which road and which door are you looking for?With the idea of ​​giving it a try, Lu Ming dialed Ling Han's mobile phone number. If he happens to be taking a break between classes, he should answer it, right?In case Ling Han didn't answer, he was going to pick a door at random and get out of the car first.

"What, got lost?" Ling Han's voice that came from the radio wave was colder and more magnetic than what he heard on the Internet.

Lu Ming was suffocated by Ling Han's question, although he didn't hit it, he wasn't far away, how did this guy guess it? "Uh...not really, I want to ask...which door is the teacher's dormitory near F University?"

"North Gate. When you arrive at the dormitory, send me a message." Ling Han said.

"Okay, I see, thank you." After Lu Ming finished speaking, he heard the person on the other side hang up the phone.

"Young man, you are a teacher of F University? You are so young, you really can't tell! Which gate are you going to?" The driver naturally heard what he said just now.

"Excuse me, I'll go to the north gate of F University." Lu Ming said.

All the way back to the dormitory, it was nearly 11:30, Lu Ming put down his big and small bags, and sent a message to Ling Han to report his safety.Stretched his waist, after all he had just recovered from a high fever, Lu Ming felt a little tired after running around all morning.

Fortunately, when he went out in the morning, he had already bought his lunch, so he could eat it simply by reheating it.After hastily finishing his lunch and cold medicine, Lu Ming turned on the air conditioner, took a nap on the sofa with his clothes on.Then he got up. For today's dinner, he was going to make a smoked salmon spinach egg, a potato salad, two foie gras fried steaks, served with mushroom soup. Since two men were having dinner together, Lu Ming didn't plan to make dessert.Of course, he himself is not good at cooking desserts.

After such a busy schedule, it was nearly 17:30, the rest of Lu Ming's business was to set the table, and after finally taking a breath, someone knocked on the door.Lu Ming wiped his hands casually, and went to open the door.

So Ling Han saw Lu Ming wearing a light blue apron standing in front of him, this scene made the intern stunned for a second before walking into his dormitory.

"Ahem... an apron?" Ling Han signaled Lu Ming to pay attention to what he was wearing.

Lu Ming didn't care, "It doesn't matter, when I paint, I don't pay attention to the image." But that being said, there is no need to wear an apron all the time after cooking, so Lu Ming took off the apron Put it aside, "Sit down for a while!" He said and walked back to the small kitchen to serve the dishes.

When everything was ready, Ling Han walked to the table: "Your cooking looks good. Can't you know Chinese food?"

Lu Ming took his seat: "I've been away from China for so many years, so it's inevitable that I'm not familiar with it. Besides, my adoptive father is not used to Chinese food, so he mainly eats Western food."

Ling Han nodded. The manners of the two of them at the table were very good, and the communication was not too much: "Is there a chance to see your work?"

"I didn't bring many paintings back, just a few, in the workshop next door." Lu Ming said, "If you don't mind, of course I will invite you to come and see it."

"There should be a little time after dinner." Ling Han gracefully manipulated the knife to cut the steak, Lu Ming watched his movements but suddenly smiled, "Why?"

"Eating western food with a doctor doesn't seem like a good choice. Why do I always feel like you're having an operation when I see you cutting steak?" Lu Ming's spring-like pupils were extraordinarily clear under the light.

"This is your own psychological hint, and it has nothing to do with me." Ling Han continued with his actions.