in the river island

There were no ready-made ingredients at home, so Lu Zaihe ordered delivery. The tomatoes were in good condition, bright red. Lu Zaihe squatted on the ground and checked them one by one. He put several eggs together and took a photo and sent them to Yu Zhou.

L: ready

Every year there are fish: I will immediately!

There are fish every year: just arrived home

L: not in a hurry

Lu Zaihe has nothing else now, he has a lot of time.

The kitchen was rarely used, and the chopping boards showed no signs of wear and tear. Lu Zaihe cleaned the chopping boards and knives and placed them on the countertop one by one, and began to clean the tomatoes again.

After preparing the ingredients in advance, Lu Zaihe found a tablet stand and put it on the table, and then turned on the tablet to enter the live broadcast app. The little anchor has not yet launched.

Taking advantage of the waiting time, Lu Zaihe poured himself a cup of hot water. He had just drank a couple of sips when the message notification sounded and the pop-up screen lit up.

Every year you have fish: I'm done!

Lu Zaihe looked at the live broadcast app again, and the app immediately sent a message: The anchor you follow is online~

Putting down the water glass, Lu Zaihe clicked into the live broadcast room. The little anchor had just set up the camera and was putting on an apron for himself.

Someone launched a barrage in the live broadcast room, and Lu Zaihe also sent one among them. The little anchor bent down to show his face. He smiled and waved at the camera.

The silent greeting was a bit silly. The little anchor stared at the interface for a while, then turned around and took out two tomatoes from the refrigerator. He changed the camera position so that the camera was facing the sink.

The apron hugged his waist, very thin, and his arms were also thin.

Lu Zaihe stared at the river for a while, regained his senses, and followed the steps of the little anchor.

Washing vegetables, beating eggs, and dicing, Lu Zaihe felt that he was watching a basic home cooking video teaching.

Yu Zhou didn't know if Lu Zaihe followed suit, his hands were wet and it was not easy to keep asking each other with his mobile phone, so he would stop for a while after each step, and then continue after a while, Lu Zaihe saw his hard work, and was more careful , treated the little tomato with the same concentration as when rescuing the patient.

There was no difficulty at the beginning, and everything went smoothly until the little anchor started to pour oil into the pot. Lu Zaihe knew that the difficulty was coming. He had bought several cooking tutorials before, but was confused by the "appropriate amount" on them. Lu Zaihe mastered the problem. Not good dosage.

Putting down the knife, Lu Zaihe focused on watching the video, but the little anchor suddenly stopped pouring oil, he put down the oil bottle and turned to leave, the fire was still burning, the audience in the live broadcast room didn't know what happened, they all sent barrage inquiries , Lu Zaihe also sent a question mark, but the next second, he received a message on his mobile phone, Lu Zaihe clicked on it, and the little anchor who sneaked out sent him a new message.

There are fish every year: [picture.jpg]

Fish Every Year: Do you have a spoon of this size?

There are fish every year: unify the container, you should see it more clearly

Lu Zaihe looked at the messages sent one by one, and smiled calmly.

He hurriedly rummaged through the cupboard and found a spoon that was about the same size as in the photo of the little anchor.

L: I have

After receiving the reply, Lu Zaihe quickly saw the young anchor in the camera.

-The host doesn't add any more oil, the pot is burning red! ! !

- so dangerous

- Is there something wrong with the anchor?

Yu Zhou leaned in front of the camera with an apologetic smile, took his small spoon and began to add oil, Lu Zaihe saw him pour three spoons into the pot, and immediately imitated him, the barrage was again puzzling, but not enough Zhou did not explain, he raised the camera position a bit higher, pointed the camera at the inside of the pot, heated up the oil, served the dishes, fried the eggs, put them out, and then stir-fried the tomatoes, step by step, this novice tutorial was so detailed that he followed When the little anchor brought out the finished product, Lu Zaihe still couldn't believe it.

It's over...?So simple? ?

Lu Zaihe looked at the video, and the little anchor pointed the camera at the fried tomatoes. Compared with the one in the video, Lu Zaihe's dish was not enough to watch. He was a little hotter, and it was a bit mushy when fried at the same time .

He took a photo of the finished product and sent it to the host. Lu Zaihe gave him a few small gifts in the live broadcast room. Yu Zhou didn't know what he was busy with. He didn't see the news or the gift. There were enthusiastic viewers in the live broadcast room who thanked him for a wave , when the little anchor walked towards the camera with the bowl in his hand, Lu Zaihe suddenly remembered that he was busy with cooking and never thought of cooking.

——The broadcast is down~ Goodbye everyone

Yu Zhou took out a piece of paper and held it in front of the camera. He noticed the barrage, so he thanked the gift on the back of the paper. After three minutes of tossing, he finally downloaded the broadcast.

As soon as it was broadcast, Lu Zaihe received a message from the little anchor.

Fish every year: Well done!

There are fish every year: it looks delicious

The little anchor's support once made Lu Zaihe think that what he rewarded was not a gift, but a support fee.

L: It's a little blurry

L: I just saw the bowl you took, and then I remembered that I haven’t cooked yet

Every year you have fish: ah, how do you eat it?

L: There are quick-frozen dumplings at home, which can be served with

There are fish every year: It is also possible!

Lu Zaihe took a bite with his chopsticks and was surprised. He originally wanted to send the photo to Moments, but he gave up after thinking about his current sensitivity. At this time, posting a Moments is equivalent to reminding everyone that he is online, maybe It will attract another wave of attention, and Lu Zaihe is already tired of dealing with it.

He sent the photo to Song Yizhou alone, and then switched back to the chat box with the little anchor.

Lu Zaihe felt very awkward to always call the other party the little anchor.

L: By the way, I forgot to ask before, what should I call you?

The fans in the live broadcast room call the little anchor Niannian, but this title seems to be too intimate for the two of them in private.

Is it okay for a small fish?

While Lu Zaihe was still typing, the message from the little anchor came over.

There are fish every year: My name is Yu Zhou

Unexpectedly, the little anchor would directly say his real name, Lu Zaihe was taken aback, the other party was a little too frank.

But it was indeed a small fish, Lu Zaihe deleted the typed words and replied slowly.

L: Hello Xiaoyu, my name is Lu Zaihe

There are fish every year: Hahahahaha, this is the first time someone calls me Xiaoyu

Every year you have fish: your name is very nice!

Niannianyouyu: If I were Xiaoyu, would you be called Xiaohe?

Lu Zaihe looked at the message sent on the screen, and his mood seemed to be teased by a cat's paw.

Yu Zhou just followed the line, and probably didn't think much about it, but when it came to Lu Zaihe, it had a different meaning.

He calmed down and replied with a smile: Yes, I am Xiaohe

Lu Zaihe was already very proficient at cooking quick-frozen dumplings. After a while, the hot dumplings were freshly baked. They were served with scrambled eggs with tomatoes. They looked pretty good, but he just ate two bites when the doorbell rang. He put down his chopsticks and went to open the door. The expression on his face changed a bit.

"Why didn't you tell your family about such a big thing!" Fu Rong held the bag, and the moment he saw Lu Zaihe, he couldn't help scolding him.

Lu Zaihe looked at her silently, and let Fu Rong into the house.

"Does your father know?"

Lu Zaihe shook his head and poured Fu Rong a glass of water.

"Your dad is the same. He doesn't care about his age. He used to be lazy. Now that no one cares about him, he's even more aggressive. I don't know how he became a dad." Fu Rong sat on the sofa, talking like a cannonball. Yes, she patrolled around critically, and said: "Clean up and go home with me at night. I really don't feel relieved that you are here alone, and no one is looking after you. Tell me about you, can you let me go home?" Save me some time, if such a big thing happens, you still keep it from yourself, you—”

"Mom, forget it, I'm fine by myself." Lu Zaihe interrupted Fu Rong before she could say more.

"What's the matter?" Fu Rong frowned, and glanced at the food on his short table, "This is what you eat at night? You... you can count yourself as good?"

"Don't be brave with mom, I know you have been independent since you were a child, but you can't always think about carrying it yourself when something happens to you."

"It's really good." Lu Zaihe wanted to say that this was the first time he had successfully cooked a hot dish, but he held back when it came to his mouth.

He has passed the age of "asking for credit" from his parents for doing a good job, and Fu Rong doesn't care about this dish.

"There is everything at home, and it's convenient. I can still take care of you. Xiaoqing hasn't seen you before. When you go over, cultivate and cultivate your relationship—"

"Mom," Lu Zaihe looked at her and said calmly, "That's not my home."

Fu Rong froze suddenly, and his voice stopped abruptly.

After a long silence, the woman hunched her back, as if she had suddenly lost strength, and her voice became weak several times: "Son, are you blaming your mother?"

Lu Zaihe shook his head, "I don't blame you."

"You are not wrong." Lu Zaihe looked at her and said slowly.

Everyone has the right to pursue a new life, Lu Zaihe can't blame Fu Rong for this, it's just that when he was young and depressed, he would occasionally wonder why he has no home?

When the lights of Wanjia are on, Lu Zaihe also hopes that one of them will be lit for himself.

Fu Rong came only after dinner, she sat silently on the sofa, Lu Zaihe turned on the TV for her, and handed the remote control to her.

The atmosphere was stagnant, Fu Rongqiang rallied, put her hands on her lap, she lost the sharpness she had when she first entered the door, looked at Lu Zaihe unspeakably, and said: "You eat first, leave me alone."

"En." Lu Zaihe nodded and sat down.

He ate alone, and he didn't pay much attention to it. The dishes were not put on the dining table at all, and the two plates were stacked on the low table. He just dragged a low stool and started eating.

Fu Rong saw him eating big mouthfuls, and his eyes fell on Lu Zaihe's face. From the hair on the top of his head, he saw the scars left at the corners of his eyes when he was naughty when he was young, and then looked at his handsome face. After looking at him for too long, Lu Zaihe noticed that He looked up, raised his eyes and asked silently.

Fu Rong waved his hand and said softly, "Son, have you slept well recently?"

Lu Zaihe chewed something in his mouth, didn't say anything, just nodded.

Fu Rong said to himself, "Your uncle entrusted someone to bring tranquilizing medicine from abroad, and I'll give it to you to try when he comes back from a business trip."

Lu Zaihe swallowed what was in his mouth and said, "No need, I've been fine recently."

Thanks to Yu Zhou's efforts, the quality of his sleep during this period was amazing.

"What are you talking about with me?" Fu Rong made up his mind that Lu Zaihe was cheating on her, and patted Lu Zaihe's shoulder with a little displeasure.

Lu Zaihe also felt that his words were not convincing, and even if he didn't have difficulty falling asleep, he would have to toss and turn for a few days.

"Did you take the medicine on time?" Fu Rong asked: "The most important thing for you now is to take the medicine well. Don't think about it. According to my idea, you should come back with me..."

Fu Rong paused halfway through his words.

She said: "With mom here, mom can take care of you."

Lu Zaihe stopped chewing for a moment, he swallowed the food in his mouth, and then looked at Fu Rong fixedly: "Mom, I can take care of myself."

He pushed the planner and reminder clock on the table to Fu Rong, and several red ticks were marked on a row of planners, "I will never forget to take my medicine."

Fu Rong picked up the schedule and looked at it, Lu Zaihe continued, "I'm used to living alone."

Fu Rong wanted to persuade him again, but Lu Zaihe said again: "If I change the place, I might not be able to sleep."

As soon as these words came out, Fu Rong couldn't utter any more words, she sighed, waved her hands after a long time and said: "Okay, then do as you said, I won't force you."

She looked at Lu Zaihe with pity, and repeated: "Mom won't force you."