Feeding sick and weak male partners

Chapter 20

Chapter 20 Snail Noodles (Part 1)

    The yard where Wen Zhan lived was really desolate. Seeing that the Chinese New Year was coming, Lu Yunchu was gearing up to make the yard more lively.

    Although Wen Jue shouted "Am I your servant?", she still reluctantly bought a lot of New Year supplies for her. It is estimated that the biggest reason is her guilt towards Wen Zhan.

    There is still a period of time before the Chinese New Year. Lu Yunchu has already started to paste window flowers on the windows one after another. What are the festive patterns and what are the festive patterns, the antique and elegant carved windows are just blurred out by her.

    Even a person like Wen Zhan, who was surrounded by a cold and lonely temperament, sat in front of the window, no longer had that sense of withering, but was full of vitality, as if there was a field full of hope outside the window.

    Wen Zhan put on new clothes, a fur cloak, and a circle of snow-white fox feathers around the front of his clothes, which made him more and more gentle and tall.

    He reluctantly followed behind Lu Yunchu, and when he saw her running around with a small step stool to put up the window grilles, he surrounded her nervously, fearing that she would fall accidentally.

    When Lu Yunchu finally finished the last clean window, he handed the book to her: it was a little hot.

    Lu Yunchu turned around and looked at him a few more times before nodding and said, "Then take it off, remember to put it on when it's cold."

    Wen Zhan took off the cloak and was about to hang it back in the house. Lu Yunchu was about to go back to the house with him, Suddenly I felt my body froze, and the long-lost sense of plot guidance came back.

    Recently, there are no female supporting roles. It can be said that I have taken a long vacation, but when the vacation always ends, it seems that I have to run the plot again.

    She felt that she was being pushed to the kitchen again, and a thought popped into her mind: It's cold in winter, I haven't seen brother Jue for a long time, I should bring him a bowl of hot soup.

    Don't be alone with the male lead!

    Lu Yunchu hurriedly shouted to Wen Zhan's back: "Wen Zhan, keep an eye on me later, let's go out together!" Now that Wen Zhan can go out with her, running the plot is not so lonely.

    When she came to the kitchen, she didn't want to cook Wen Jue's food at all, she tried to cook a mess of dark dishes, but was stopped by the plot.

    She felt like she was "cooking with heart" all over her body.

    Lu Yunchu smiled sadly, "Okay, then be careful.

    She went around to the utility room at the back of the kitchen and opened the dusty jar, and a strange stench came instantly.

    A few days ago, her fresh bamboo shoots were marinated in mountain spring water and placed here. If the marinating time was shorter, the bamboo shoots that had just come out of the altar would not stink, only slightly sour and fresh, crispy and fresh. Spiritual.

    But after the fermentation time is long, the faint sour taste will gradually develop in a wonderful direction, with a bit of rancid odor, and it does not need a large amount, the smell can be strong enough to overturn people.     This is the most iconic odor of snail powder, but it is this odor that is the most annoying. It smells so bad that the chopsticks and pots can't be washed off. It smells so bad that the hair can still be vaguely smelled after taking a shower. It smells so bad that the first-timer has to muster up his courage to enter this magical world.     Maybe it’s because of the hearty, sour and spicy taste of snail noodles, or because of the stench that gets more and more addictive, the deliciousness of snail noodles has a unique sense of indulgence. , I always want to make another bowl of snail noodles that are so hot that tears and snot are flowing.     Pick up the snails from the fresh river bucket a few days ago, boil them slowly, and serve them with various side dishes. It seems simple, but the snail noodles are full of the whimsy and skills of the Liuzhou people.     Lu Yunchu spent an afternoon in the kitchen, and finally made a big pot of snail noodles before dinner.     She put it in a small pot, fastened the lid firmly, put it into the largest food box, and slipped out with both hands.     When he walked to the door and called Wen Zhan, Wen Zhan immediately popped his head out of the wing.     Before getting close to Lu Yunchu, he vaguely felt that something was wrong. She thought she was busy in the kitchen all afternoon and should be cooking a sumptuous dinner, but now why did he smell a stench that seemed to be absent?

    Lu Yunchu was pushed away by the plot, and explained to him as he walked: "Let's go deliver food to Wen Jue first, and come back to eat later."

    Eat? What to eat... Wen Zhan glanced at the food box in her hand, swallowed silently, and did not dare to ask questions.

    When he arrived at the door of Wen Jue's courtyard, he was stopped as expected.

    The guard still had the same cold face, the same old saying, but today's cold face has a tendency to collapse because of the strange smell.

    The plot coincided with Lu Yunchu's thoughts, so she stood in the courtyard and shouted.

    After a while, a servant ran over with an impatient face: "Master let her in."

    So Lu Yunchu walked into the courtyard with the food box.

    She walked by carrying the food box, and the looming smell became more obvious. The guard quietly looked back at her menacing back and the overly large food box. There was an unbelievable guess in her heart: there will be no hatred because of love. I want to go to the courtyard and throw something at the master...

    Wen Jue was painting in the pavilion, and seeing that the sky was getting dark, he ordered the maid to clean up the painting. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Lu Yunchu approaching. First he spoke impatiently: "How long are you going to pester me!"

    Lu Yunchu said aggrievedly: "It's cold, I just want to bring you a bowl of hot soup."

    Wen Jue should have followed the line, but Yu Yu Light glanced at the huge food container in her hand.

    Sending hot soup was supposed to be a tender and thoughtful thing, a small cup of sweet soup, a delicate white porcelain bowl, how ambiguous and ambiguous, but how did it become like this when it came to Lu Yunchu?

    Wen Jue's eyebrows twitched, and she forgot what she wanted to say next.

    The two should have been entangled in their tongues at this time, and after such a break, they did not go on according to the plot.

    Wen Jue rubbed her temples, moved her eyes, and suddenly saw Wen Zhan standing at the corner.

    He was very surprised: "Why are you here?"

    Wen Zhan put on a cloak, habitually touched Lu Yunchu's favorite fox fur, turned to look at her, and indicated that he was following her.

    This action...this gesture...it's too much like a relative carrying a sack leading his well-dressed child to visit the door for New Year's greetings.

    Wen Jue couldn't find the feeling of getting angry at all. He sighed and sat down on the stool: "Tell me, what do you two want to do when you come here?"

    Lu Yunchu was too lazy to talk to him, ready to finish the plot just go back.

    She put the food box on the table and made a loud "bang": "I told you to give you food."

    A strange smell floated up, and Wen Jue took a breath, thinking that her nose was out. question.

    He didn't bother to deal with Lu Yunchu, so he just said, "Okay, you're done, you can leave."

    But this woman likes to be entangled, with a diligent smile on her face, she said to Wen Jue, "You can try it. Whether the soup I made is good or not, I'll leave after a taste."

    Wen Jue couldn't bear it any longer, her brows furrowed: "Enough."

    Lu Yunchu murmured, "Do you want to taste it? Don't treat me like this."

    Wen Jue was about to Speaking, Lu Yunchu had already lifted the lid of the food box, and a strong stench made Wen Jue take three steps back.

    He couldn't believe it. He didn't expect anyone to be crazy about love. He widened his eyes and shouted, "Lu Yunchu, are you crazy! You actually gave me shit!"

    This loud roar was enough to shock the surroundings into silence. down.

    Lu Yunchu: ...

    She silently turned her head to look at Liu Zhixu, who was standing at the corner, who was surprised and confused, and then looked at Wen Jue, whose face was flushed, who finally saw the food.

    Well... I'm sorry, the image of you, the hero, of being a cool, noble gentleman is completely gone.