This star is from the earth

Han Jue thought he had a little experience in how to judge whether a girl he didn't know very well was really full.

If you ask a girl directly: "Are you full?" is a common mistake made by straight men.

Whether you're full or not, the answer you get will basically be [Well, I'm full], or [Almost eighty percent full]. If you don't understand micro-expressions, you probably won't be able to tell whether the other person is really full.

The correct way should be to secretly observe whether she has refilled her lipstick.

If you reapply lipstick, it means that you are really full or feel that you have enough, and you don't want to eat anymore.

[Women can cheat men at will, but they will never waste their cosmetics. ] This is an ultimatum from Han Jue's girlfriend. The expression is very serious.

At that time, Han Jue secretly wrote it down, and he was deeply impressed all his life, but he never had a chance to use it.

When Han Jue cooked the noodles, he overcooked them a little bit to allow room. He originally thought that he could prove the effectiveness of this little trick with a silly girl.

However, Han Jue sat across from Zhang Yiman, watching Zhang Yiman eat up the circle around his mouth red and eat all his lipstick, without the appearance of a delicate girl at all. Han Jue pondered secretly, recalling whether his girlfriend had clarified the target group and age range when he talked about this experience.

Zhang Yiman didn't know what Han Jue was thinking, she just snorted and ate happily.

I don't have to say how delicious the noodles are. Zhang Yiman has also eaten delicious pasta. But it was probably because she had set too low expectations for Han Jue's cooking, so when Han Jue brought out the spaghetti Bolognese that was delicious in color and flavor, Zhang Yiman tasted a mouthful and was pleasantly surprised. Raise it up, like a cartoon character eating a happy expression.

This expression surprised the director and others. I think that the future plot may be able to make some articles on cooking.

"Uncle, this," said Zhang Yiman with noodles stuffed in his mouth, his eyes bent into two bridges, and he gave a thumbs up to praise him. "The noodles are delicious and cooked just right."

Han Jue was also slightly relieved.

After all, he hadn't been in the kitchen for several months, so he was inevitably a little jerky. However, the dignity of being a head chef at home was defended somehow.

"Well, I know." Han Jue accepted the compliment frankly.

One plate of noodles for each person, pour a glass of soda, and some canned cooked food bought in the supermarket, this lunch looks like a decent one.

"When I cook noodles, they are always undercooked." Zhang Yiman complained softly, really worried about his cooking skills.

This means that she has at least several tricks in the [Couple Collection] that cannot be realized. Such as [Loving Bento], [Surprise Breakfast] and the like.

If Han Jue's culinary skills are also scumbags, Zhang Yiman can use the slogan of making progress together and wave the spoon with confidence because everyone is equal. But now Han Jue cooks the dishes so deliciously...

[Do you want Sister Qin to help me do it then? ] Zhang Yiman was not willing to give up, because people on TV would also play these plots when they were in love, and the results were often very good, so she even wanted to try cheating without hesitation.

Perhaps it was this zero-error lunch that gave Han Jue self-confidence, and this self-confidence swelled rapidly.

When Han Jue heard Zhang Yiman's complaint, he looked up at Zhang Yiman, silently put down the spoon and fork that were coordinating in the noodles, wiped his mouth, and said seriously:

"About the undercooked noodles, I have a little trick, do you want to learn it?"

After hearing this, Zhang Yiman's eyes quickly shifted to Han Jue's face, his small face was tense, and he said vigilantly: "Could it be that you threw uncooked noodles on the face of the annoying person?"

"What are you thinking?" Han Jue frowned and said righteously, "Of course not!"

Seeing Han Jue betting on the chef's dignity, Zhang Yiman relaxed his expression, and nodded indiscernibly.

Han Jue's cooking skills have been certified by her, and they are unexpectedly good, so it should be reliable to give advice on her cooking skills.

Perhaps, in this way, those who get better at cooking first can drive those who are not good at cooking.

"What little trick?" Zhang Yiman asked.

This question was like turning on a switch, and the atmosphere on the scene changed suddenly.

Han Jue straightened his back, took a sip of the drink, rinsed his mouth, wiped his mouth, then changed his sitting position to face the camera, imitating the tone of the news broadcast, and said: "Ms. Han's small life class is starting. Dear viewers and friends Well, I am your Teacher Han."

Zhang Yiman's lips parted slightly, trying to stop Han Jue for no reason, but he held back and stayed on the sidelines.

"Presumably some viewers will occasionally encounter undercooked rice or noodles, half-cooked food can't be eaten, and it's a pity to lose it. What should we do at this time? Don't be afraid!"

Han Jue's tone was decisive, and he waved his hand.

"First, find a fresh-keeping bag." Han Jue raised a finger.

"Then, while the half-cooked rice or noodles are still hot, quickly put them in." The second stick was erected.

"The third step is to seal." Make a [three] gesture, and then make a knot with your hand, "You can tie a knot, or use tape or rope, in short, it's enough to seal it."

"Yeah!" Zhang Yiman nodded and took notes seriously.

"Then." Han Jue raised his hands, imitating that he was holding the sealed fresh-keeping bag at the moment.

Then, Han Jue threw his hands down.

"Throw them in the kitchen waste bin."

It's like throwing something into a trash can.

Zhang Yiman's shoulders slumped all of a sudden, and the hand holding the fork fell down weakly. The fork hit the edge of the plate and made a [呯] sound. Just like her sanity at the moment.

Han Jue raised his index finger without changing his face, and said seriously to the camera: "Finally, pick up the phone and order a takeaway."

"Crack." Clap your hands together, and spread them to the left and right, like a magician waiting for applause and exclamation after performing a wonderful magic trick.

"The problem is solved." Han Jue said with a smile.

Concave the shape for a few seconds, and then resume the upright posture of sitting upright.

"This section of Mr. Han's small life class will end here. I hope this technique can help everyone. See you next time."

Han Jue nodded at the camera.

The cameraman cooperates and slowly pulls the camera back.

Han Jue turned to face the dinner plate, continued to pick up the tableware with both hands, and ate the noodles.

Looking up, she saw Zhang Yiman muttering something to herself, looking very Xianglin's wife.

Han Jue couldn't hear clearly, and didn't care, so he asked emotionally, "How is it? You teach me to sing, and I'll teach you these life experiences, isn't it worth it?"

Zhang Yiman bit his lower lip and glared at Han Jue when he heard such words. Without answering, he ate the noodles in big mouthfuls, as if he was chewing on Han Jue's meat. He looked directly at Han Jue the whole time, as if he wanted to tell Han Jue his thoughts through his eyes.

Han Jue didn't hear the answer, but saw Zhang Yiman frowning delicately and stared at him all the time, and sighed in his heart [Don't listen to the senior's words, diarrhea is in front of his eyes], shook his head and ate the noodles seriously.

He is absolutely sure that his little trick can help beginners who can't cook noodles and rice well. For those who can cook noodles and rice half-cooked, in his opinion, it is better not to work hard on cooking. The times have progressed, so just order takeaway obediently.

The two people who don't care about the camera are eating noodles seriously and don't talk, which is very different from other couples.

Other couples can't wait to talk and express themselves every minute, but for Han Jue and Zhang Yiman, in the director's opinion, just the look in their eyes when they are silent is very interesting.

Just eating without talking, the speed is very fast. The food was not wasted. Unlike Han Jue who ate slowly and didn't know if there was an emotional bonus, Zhang Yiman ate very fast. She didn't need Han Jue to ask politely, she would add extra meals for herself.

After eating, the two sat dryly, and neither of them took the initiative to clean up the table.

Han Jue didn't move because the next step was the part that everyone on earth hated-washing dishes.

But Han Jue, who has been living alone for several months, doesn't know what kind of attitude the world has towards washing dishes.

[Maybe the Chinese people here like to rush to wash the dishes? 】Han Jue guessed.

In his previous life, Han Jue's habit at home was always to separate the work of cooking from the work of washing dishes.

In this world, Han Jue didn't intend to change his habits just because he was in front of the camera, anyway, he didn't need to create any persona.

Han Jue decided to test the local aborigines in this world.

Han Jue, who was leaning on the back of the chair, tilted his head and looked at Zhang Yiman opposite him, and said hello, "Teacher Zhang?"

Seeing Zhang Yiman roll his eyes, Han Jue knew that the other party heard it.

Since eating just now, Zhang Yiman has put his elbows on the table, holding his chin with both hands in a lotus shape, and his posture is very cute. It's just that the eyes are very fierce, and he is angry and doesn't speak, just keeps looking at Han Jue.

This level of eye attack is not easy for Han Jue.

Han Jue continued: "Since it's cohabitation, not marriage, then we have to make a cohabitation agreement or something like that?"

When Zhang Yiman heard Han Jue's question, he blinked and became interested. Ever since, he still pursed his mouth tightly and did not speak, but his eyes signaled Han Jue to continue.

"First of all, we must pay attention to the division of labor and cooperation. For example, today, I cook, then you wash the dishes. This kind of division of labor and cooperation." Han Jue pointed to the plate.

Zhang Yiman was stunned for a moment, tilted his head to look at Han Jue, and asked in an uncertain tone: "You cook, I wash the dishes?"

Han Jue nodded expressionlessly and said:

"Yes. Let me tell you first, I am an egalitarian, and men and women are equal. So, if I cook in the future, you will be responsible for washing the dishes. Is there any problem?"

Han Jue looked tough on the surface, but he was worried in his heart what he would do if the silly girl acted coquettishly and even cried.

In the end, before he could think of a solution, Zhang Yiman nodded in agreement without any burden.

"Okay~"

And Zhang Yiman, who was still angry before, suddenly became smiling as if the ice and snow melted.

And say "then forgive you."

[Sure enough, Chinese people in this world really like to wash dishes? ! 】Han Jue was shocked.

【No! Calm down, there are scams in it! Could it be that she thinks that if you wash a dish, you break a dish, which will force me to wash it myself? 】

Han Jue looked at Sha Niu's scheming smile, neither mocking nor sarcasm, so he dismissed the conspiracy theory. Besides, when actually washing the dishes, he lowered the dishes in the sink. He felt that it would be very difficult to break the bowls by doing so.

But Zhang Yiman agreed so happily, on the contrary, he firmly made Han Jue feel that something was wrong.

[Or, I'm a good person to let her experience the life of ordinary people washing dishes? 】

Han Jue clasped his hands in front of his chest, rubbed his chin with one hand, and guessed wildly with his eyes lowered.

Zhang Yiman didn't know what Han Jue was thinking, and happily started to pack the dinner plate.

Han Jue couldn't think of a reasonable explanation, so he decided to stare at Zhang Yiman to see what her plan was.

Zhang Yiman was stared at by Han Jue's scrutiny, and didn't care.

She hummed a song, piled up the plates, and walked to the sink not far from the dining table.

[Very well, the dinner plates were safe along the way, and there were no casualties. 】Han Jue squinted his eyes to observe.

Zhang Yiman put down the tableware.

The tableware made a [clinking] sound, but it was not fatal.

[So far everything is normal. 】

Han Jue stared at him.

The photographer photographed Han Jue strangely, thinking that Han Jue was ill.

Zhang Yiman found rubber gloves from the supermarket, dish soap, and cleaning sponges from the bag.

【Well, normal. 】

Then, Zhang Yiman bent down and opened the disinfection cabinet under the stove.

【What is she going to do? 】Han Jue realized something was wrong, and immediately straightened his back.

Then he just watched Zhang Yiman put the unwashed dinner plate in!

"Ah, you..." Han Jue stood up.

Unmoved, Zhang Yiman pressed a few buttons above the cabinet.

[Drip, drop. 】

Han Jue heard the sound of mechanical movement, and suddenly froze on the spot like a thunderclap!

"This is a dishwasher?!" Han Jue said in shock.

"Yeah." Zhang Yiman turned around and looked at Han Jue, with a strange look on Han Jue's fuss.

"You can't use the dishwasher... The dishes washed out of the dishwasher lack a sense of energy!" Han Jue stammered.

"Uncle, are you joking now?" Zhang Yiman wondered at Han Jue's metaphysics, with a dazed look on his face, thinking that Han Jue was flamboyantly stealing the spotlight.

She shook her head, then turned around, cleaning the silverware with quick movements.

Zhang Yiman is not a person who does not stick to the spring water. When I was a trainee in the company, I went to eat noodles cooked by my friends in the practice room. She didn't eat noodles for nothing, and would help them wash them after eating.

However, at this time, Han Jue couldn't care less about Zhang Yiman's very homely side.

"The dishwasher will make you weak!" Han Jue panicked, pointing at the working dishwasher.

Watching a dishwasher is like watching a devil ready to deal with humans.

"What is he doing?" The director looked at the screen, wondering to the screenwriters around him.

"I don't know." A screenwriter replied.

"It feels like playing a hillbilly who sees a dishwasher for the first time, but this performance is too delicate. He probably can't do it." The answer of another screenwriter was unanimously approved by everyone.

"Then if it's true, doesn't it mean that he washes the dishes by himself at home?" Someone speculated.

"Maybe it's just his idiosyncrasies. Like someone likes to wash clothes by hand."

"It's possible, it's possible."

"Hey, then this kid is quite retro." The director said with a smile.

I still feel uncomfortable today, want to vomit, literally want to vomit. There's only one chapter left.