Wen Jue felt that Lu Yunchu must have noticed something, otherwise why would she repeatedly embarrass herself in front of Miss Liu.
    Liu Zhixu was still young at this time and had not yet experienced the miserable winds and rains in his future life. Although he was calm and calm, it was difficult to conceal the lively nature of a young girl.
    Smelling this strange and strange smell, she was eager to try: "Mrs. Lu said that I was wrong."
    Seeing that she wanted to move chopsticks, Lu Yunchu felt a chill on the back of his head, isn't it, that loyal dog is secretive Wei, if you want to observe secretly, you should also observe your rival Wen Jue.
    Anyway, the dark guard didn't meet with himself in the future, and Lu Yunchu was not at all cowardly, and was very motivated to let the heroine enter the snail powder pit.
    She diligently gave Liu Zhixu a small bowl.
    Liu Zhixu looked at the shiny layer of chili oil on the surface and swallowed unconsciously. Pengzhou has heavy humidity and the people are addicted to spicy food, so she is also vulgar.
    The snail powder is rich in ingredients, piled with sour beans and sour radish, crispy fried peanuts, a pinch of refreshing fungus silk, and the soul character crispy yuba. This kind of ingredient-rich thing has to be stirred with chopsticks, let the ingredients soak in the soup, sandwiched in the rice noodles, and then take a sip with your mouth wide open.
    Liu Zhixu ate softly, not like Lu Yunchu. She picked up smooth rice noodles with chopsticks, and the white rice noodles were hung with orange-red chili oil. The chili oil was not cloudy, but it was very clear. Makes you appetite.     The first sip, weird, really weird, but smack smack has an addictive scent. The soup base of the snail mixed with pork bone and chicken frame is very fresh. After removing the fishy smell with sour bamboo shoots, it is fresh and sweet. It rises from the base of the tongue and overflows the mouth. This is another realm of freshness.     The rice noodles of snail noodles are not as soft and glutinous as other rice noodles. They are very flexible and smooth. After chewing, the rice noodles are alive and kicking in the mouth. It is accompanied by crunchy peanuts and tough and crisp sour beans. This crispness makes the taste more lively.     The scalding and spiciness further stimulated the freshness of the sour bamboo shoots, and the more you eat, the more enjoyable it becomes.     The hot and sour heat from the pavement, the strange smell lingering in the nasal cavity for a long time, the fragrant and hot temperature makes people's cheeks flush, it is really embarrassing, but this kind of hearty, tearful feeling is the right taste, He buried his head in the bowl and did not want to lift it up.     Wen Jue was shocked when she saw Liu Zhixu, who was gradually being eaten by Lu Yunchu.     Surrounded by the sound of snoring powder, the stench turned him into a jerk. The odious thing was that he smelled a little too much, and he began to feel that eating with the stench would definitely give him a secret pleasure of indulgence.     But he didn't admit it, he took a deep breath, feeling that he was sitting in meditation, and he was about to become a flying immortal in the next moment.     Wen Jue didn't eat it, no one cared. Wen Zhan didn't eat, Liu Zhixu was a little embarrassed.

















    She tried to remind Lu Yunchu, who was eating well, "Mrs. Lu, this...cough, forgive me for being rude, the master didn't even move the chopsticks, so I couldn't help but feast first."
    Lu Yunchu raised his head in confusion, glanced at Wen Jue, Seeing that his eyes were closed, the corners of his mouth were still hooked with a stiff sneer, and he rolled his eyes.
    Looking at Wen Zhan again, it can be described as eyewash. He sat on the side obediently, without looking sideways, staring at the floor quietly, without showing any discomfort with the smell, as if he was waiting for Lu Yunchu to go home after eating.
    Woo, Lu Yun's heart has changed, and guiltily asked the servant to bring a bowl of hot water and rinsed the chili oil for him: "The spicyness of snail noodles is the soul, if it is not spicy, it will not taste good, but the umami is strong, you can still Try something new."
    Liu Zhixu looked at the two desolate rice noodles in the bowl, expressed his sympathy, and subconsciously accelerated the speed of the noodles.
    Wen Zhan nodded and ate two rinsed rice noodles without complaint. His eyes lit up. It smelled strange, but it tasted like this.
    He had a pure smile on his face, complimenting anything novel.
    He knew too well how to treat Lu Yunchu. Lu Yunchu hesitated for a while, then picked two pieces of bean curd for him to rinse: "You can also try this." Wen Zhan has a bad stomach, but drinking porridge will make it worse for the stomach. So Lu Yunchu fed him other staple foods one after another, tentatively gave him chicken soup and cooked meat. Wen Zhan had a stomachache when he was sick from time to time, but the rest of the time he responded well.
    "If your stomach is upset, tell me right away." She instructed
    Daowen Zhan to nod.
    The fried yuba is golden and thick, and a large piece is full of the soup. The crispness is slightly faded, but it is not too soft. When you bite into the mouth, the fresh, sweet and sour soup blooms in your mouth. Oily aroma.
    Wen Zhan was very surprised by the taste, raised his eyebrows rarely, he used his teeth to grind the yuba into pieces, and finally swallowed it reluctantly. After eating, he lowered his head and felt a little disappointed.
    Lu Yun first saw it, and gave him two more silently: "It's the last bite."
    Wen Zhan immediately returned to a gentle smile and nodded obediently.
    Fans of the authorities, Liu Zhixu saw it in his eyes, couldn't help bending his eyes, his eyes twirling between them.
    Wen Jue finally opened her eyes unbearably, did these people take him seriously!
    When he opened his eyes, he happened to see Liu Zhixu smiling at Wen Zhan, and his heart tightened. Could it be that she is right... No, no, he is not the dazzling teenager he once was, and she will definitely be his woman! Only his woman!
    Wen Jue gritted her teeth, her expression unpredictable.
    In the whole table, except for him, who is conscientiously walking the plot and grasping the characters, the other three are eating and drinking, and they are in a good mood.
    "The Chinese New Year is coming, I don't know if Miss Liu will go home. It is best not to be lonely during the Chinese New Year. If you don't mind, you can come and have a meal in my yard." Lu Yunchu warmly invited, "I always feel that it is not lively enough."
    Liu Zhi Xu was a little moved: "I really won't go home, I... Mrs. Lu, thank you."
    They walked away peacefully, leaving Wen Jue unable to react for a while.
    Looking at the empty bowl, he was so angry that he lifted the table and vented his anger domineeringly: "Did they take me seriously!" He thought of Lu Yunchu's invitation and became suspicious, "Crazy old lady Lu What's the motive?"
    He was domineering, and the maids wanted to cry without tears. The soup was sprinkled all over the floor, how can the smell be cleaned up...Master, you never thought that you would be in the pavilion for the next time. Is it about painting?