Dear Mr. Lu

For the next two days, Luo Wencheng stayed in the villa, drawing, reading, and teasing the cat. Luo Wenhao came as expected, and he came for two consecutive days, but Luo Wencheng didn't see him.

On the third day, the housekeeper, Uncle Ding, came back with something: "Mr. Luo, Luo Wenhao sent this thing, and I must give it to you."

Luo Wencheng saw that they were two invitation cards, and opened them, saying that it was a welcome banquet for Lu Chong tomorrow night, and invited him to go.

The other one is for Lu Chong, the rightful lord.

"Welcome to the banquet? Will you go, sir?"

"That's up to you, sir."

Lu Chong would go out every afternoon for the past two days. After all, Luo Wencheng was new here. It would be too naive to follow, so he stayed at home quietly. And he could tell that Lu Chong was not in a good mood every time he went out and came back, so he didn't want to offend him.

"Then let's talk about it when the husband comes back. I will listen to him."

Uncle Ding happily put away the invitation: "Mr. Luo is very important to Mr. Luo. After so many years, this is the first time that Lao Ding sees who Mr. takes with him and keeps him at home for protection."

Luo Wencheng showed a trace of shyness and gratitude: "Mr. is a good man. By the way, Uncle Ding, don't call me Mr. Luo, just call me Wen Cheng or Xiao Luo."

"Then I'll call you Xiao Luo. Well, my husband doesn't like to eat these two days, and it's no use persuading me. I'm so sad."

Luo Wencheng put away the book in his hand, and asked in surprise: "Hasn't Mr. had eaten yet? But when I asked him, he said he had eaten outside."

"That's to prevent you from worrying. Mister seldom eats outside. He is always in a bad mood and doesn't like to eat. How can a person like this bear it?" Uncle Ding looked worried.

Luo Wencheng moved his lips, and wanted to ask him why he was in a bad mood, but in the end he didn't ask, but said: "Can I help you? Why don't I try to persuade you when the husband comes back?"

He could see that the butler told him these things were not for nothing, and he was not a person who broke his mouth. He probably had some idea to ask him to contribute.

Uncle Ding thought to himself that he was really sensible, and he didn't ask questions that shouldn't be asked, and his impression of Luo Wencheng couldn't help but improve a bit.

"Can Xiao Luo know how to cook?" Uncle Ding asked.

"You asked me to cook for my husband? I haven't done it before, and I don't know if it's okay." Luo Wencheng didn't refuse outright. With a big gift bag in his hand, even if he was a novice cook, he couldn't cook too badly, and in the past two days he Apart from feeding and teasing the cats, there is no other contribution. Living here is just eating for nothing, and it won't work if it goes on like this for a long time.

Originally, he had planned to go out and warm the bed, but after two days, he was sure that Lu Chong didn't need it, so he could either accompany Lu Chong to relieve boredom, or where he could help Lu Chong. There should always be a positioning, otherwise you will be at a loss and dispensable.

And now is an opportunity.

He thought for a while: "What do you usually like to eat, sir?"

Uncle Ding said: "Mr. has nothing that he likes or dislikes in particular. He is indifferent to everything, but he prefers to eat noodle soup when he has no appetite."

Noodles, this is easier than racking your brains to figure out what four dishes and one soup, and the combination of meat and vegetables.

"How about I try? But it may not be done well."

"That's also your intention. For this, sir, you have to take a few more bites to save face." Uncle Ding was very happy, and hurriedly pulled Luo Wencheng to the kitchen.

The big cat dozing off on the sofa also jumped down quickly and followed up.

In the kitchen, the chef of the Lu family was worrying about what to make for dinner. When he learned of Luo Wencheng's purpose, he let people in like he was calling for rescue, and said courteously, "What kind of noodles does Mr. Luo want? There are all kinds of ingredients here. , the dough has also woken up, and it’s all here.”

Luo Wencheng had a headache looking at the different colors and textures of dough on the chopping board, and said, "I'll make the simplest ramen, but since I have to do it with my heart, I want to do it myself from the kneading. Learn from the master for a while?"

"No problem!" The chef agreed straight away, as long as he didn't have to worry about today's dinner, he would be happy to let him do the cleaning.

Making noodles naturally starts with kneading noodles.

How much high-gluten noodles, how much yeast, how much salt, how much water, how much water temperature, how many times, when to add, how to knead the noodles, there is too much knowledge in it.

Since Luo Wencheng wants to learn, he naturally wants to learn the most professional ones, so he is very serious and focused, and he learns well and quickly, causing the chef to repeatedly praise him as a good cook who has been delayed.

After three times in a row, this technique can be regarded as mastered, and the next step is to learn ramen.

Sprinkle some oil on the chopping board, cut a piece of the wake-up dough and knead and stretch it repeatedly on it, and when it's almost done, start to really pull the noodles.

This is a very technical step. At the beginning, the noodles will be broken, uneven in thickness, or stick together. After a few times, you can pull out uniform, flexible and beautiful noodles.

The last is the soup stock.

The broth he makes is the most complicated Shuanghang soup. First, he makes ordinary clear soup, uses natural free-range old hens and high-quality pork lean meat, scalds it in boiling water and cooks it on high heat, removes the foam, and puts green onions. Ginger wine, and then change to a low heat to keep the soup noodles slightly open.

Then it needs to be filtered twice and seasoned. Because it is hung once and then hung again, it is called "Shuanghang soup". This kind of soup is of the best quality.

He made a bowl of noodles first, and asked Uncle Ding and the chef to taste them. The two opened their eyes wide and said it was delicious. Luo Wencheng smiled, and he also tasted some. It is top-notch delicious, but after eating it, it makes people feel very comfortable. I feel that the whole person is stretched from the inside out, and all the tiredness and unhappiness seem to disappear at this moment.

Luo Wencheng thought to himself, the 20% effect bonus is really extraordinary.

"Sir is back!" Uncle Ding, who had received the news in advance, called to report, "I'll be there in five minutes."

Luo Wencheng nodded, and quickly started to pull the noodles, and when the noodles came out of the pan, he added a fried poached egg and chopped green onion.

He was a little nervous as if he was about to hand in his homework: "Uncle Ding, take it over."

Uncle Ding: "Of course you sent the noodles you made. Mr. has already gone upstairs. He just ate a few mouthfuls of porridge in the morning, and he hasn't eaten it until now. Go quickly."

Luo Wencheng took a deep breath, picked up the tray and went upstairs, the ribs groaned and twisted their buttocks to follow him up the stairs.

The door of Lu Chong's study was closed, and he knocked on it: "Sir?"

"Meow." Ribs also raised his paw and knocked on the door.

After a while, a deep and cold voice came from inside: "Come in."

Luo Wencheng opened the door, and a man who took off his suit and only wore a white shirt was sitting behind the desk, pressing his forehead with one hand, closing his eyes, his brows were condensed, and there was a chilling aura around his body, like a sleeping boy. Lions, people dare not approach.

But Luo Wencheng saw that his complexion was a little ugly at a glance, and he thought that it really looked like he hadn't eaten properly all day.

"gentlemen."

Lu Chong opened his eyes and saw that it was Luo Wencheng. His gaze slowed down and fell on the tray: "Uncle Ding asked you to deliver it? You don't need to do this as a guest."

Luo Wencheng said shyly, "Sir, I made this bowl of noodles. It's the first time I cook noodles. I want you to try it."

"You did it?" Lu Chong was slightly surprised.

"That's right." Luo Wencheng put the things on the table, opened the lid, and a wonderful and tempting fragrance wafted out. The pork ribs landed on Lu Chong's trousers, jumped onto his lap, and jumped onto the table again, beside the noodle bowl. Squatting down, "meow", wagging its tail happily, staring at the face without blinking a pair of round eyes.