In the book era, my villain is super well-behaved

Yan Xian is immersed in the earthy love story of the small pot, and the impact of the aftertaste is still powerful, which makes people unable to return to their senses for a long time.

Lu Luo rolled up her sleeves slowly and handed him the chopsticks. She first picked up a piece of meaty pig's trotters and put it in his bowl, then she started eating by herself.

“Lao Yan’s craftsmanship has really improved by leaps and bounds, and his mouth is full of flavor as soon as he enters his mouth.

The pork trotters are salty and palatable, the fried mushrooms are fresh and tender, the cucumbers are crispy and tasty, the tomato and egg soup is thick enough, and even the white rice is moderately soft and hard. "

At this moment, Yan Xian was filled with happiness and was willing to cook for her for the rest of his life.

He peeked at her and saw that she was wiping the sauce on the corners of her lips with a small handkerchief, and her pale pink lips were wantonly ravaged by her...

He blushed slightly, and quickly looked down.

Only then did she realize that she had returned the rice to the bowl. There was vegetables and meat in one mouthful of rice, and then another mouthful of soup.

The dishes on the plate fell slowly, and even the bones went into the mouths of the dogs.

They pouted and ate deliciously.

Lushly caressing her chubby belly, with a lazy look full of wine and food, she only realized it belatedly in his resentful eyes.

Too bad, I didn't leave him a pig's trotter!
"Old Yan, why don't you eat it? Is it because the food is not to your taste? I'll cut another pickle for you to eat?"

Look at what he said, she ate up all the freshly fried hard vegetables, and instead wanted to cut up a pickle for sweets?
Yan bit his hand with well-defined joints and stretched out towards her.

Lu Lu subconsciously leaned back.

The main reason was that the dishes were so delicious that she couldn't control the amount for a while.

She lowered her head, feeling a little guilty.

I saw his big hand take away the rice bowl on the table, put all the untouched food in his bowl into the rice bowl, and pour the few vegetarian dishes on the rice.

Yan Xian put the rice on the chopsticks into his mouth with a solemn face and chewed it.

"There are too few dishes, it tastes a bit bland, right? I remember there are sausages in the kitchen." Lu Cong smiled reluctantly.

Seeing her little brother eat the rice one bite after another, she felt a little unbearable for no reason.

The landlord Lao Cai is not as thick-skinned as her.

She hesitated for a moment, then upgraded him from pickles to sausages.

Even if she is not short of money tickets, she still cherishes food very much. She is basically reluctant to eat more food that can be stored, such as sausage.

She was ruthless, cut more than a dozen slices and held them in front of her little brother.

Yan Xian paused for a moment, put down the rice bowl, looked at the small food-protecting pot with moist eyes, and hoped that he could eat some sausage, which made him feel more comfortable.

He doesn't know what's wrong with him, since he has the best relationship with her, whenever she eats and doesn't think about himself, he feels sour.

It is simply that he has always been cold-faced, and no one can see a trace of it.

"Bao~ eat some!" Lu Cong also knew that he was upset, and pulled the sausage slices into his rice bowl with chopsticks.

Bai Nen's little hand squeezed another piece and handed it to his lips.

She was aggrieved and coaxed softly, "Brother Yan's food is so delicious, it has a familiar taste from relatives, I just couldn't control it for a while, I will pay attention next time, Ang~"

Yan Yan looked at her without blinking.

Can it be delicious?
He learned it specially for her!
He secretly studied the secret recipe handed down from the Yu family that Hua She bought from Uncle Yu for a long time.

He glanced at the slice of sausage she fed to his mouth before continuing to eat.

After thinking about it, he decided to let Xiao Can Guo know more about his kindness.

"The Yu family sold the ancestral secret recipe to Nanshi in order to clear the relationship between Yu Yaoyao. Realgar knew the relationship between the Yu family and Xiao Cong, so he gave the secret recipe to me."

"I just said this dish is delicious!?" Yu Cong finally found the root cause.

But honestly speaking, his craftsmanship is still much worse than that of Uncle Yu even if he only relies on the secret recipe and does not personally pass it on from the master.

She didn't even taste that it was the Yu family's secret recipe.

But she was embarrassed to say that, mainly because she was afraid that her little brother would get more and more angry.

How much does Yan Xian know about small jars?

With a small look from her, he guessed her thoughts.

He cooks so poorly, why does she still eat so much?

Is it because he did it that she gave so much face?
Suddenly, the breath that was stuck in my heart went away by itself.

"Now that the Yu family is short of money, the old house needs to be transferred out. If Xiao Cong wants to keep it for a while, can I ask Realgar to keep it for us?"

"Let me think about it." After hearing this, Lu Cong had a complicated expression.

There are memories of her childhood family of three, which makes people feel nostalgic.

Nowadays, living in the city is relatively compact. Some three generations live in a house with a dozen or so people living in a house of to square meters. Many people are looking forward to improvements. It should be easy to move out of the Yu family's courtyard.

But now there is no such thing as private property rights for houses. Houses and land in rural areas are collectively owned, while houses in cities are collectively owned besides the state.

The small courtyard where the Yu family lives was bought by Grandpa Yu before liberation, but was later handed over, so the property rights do not belong to the Yu family.

The residents in the nearby alleys are all the same, and the property rights of the houses are collectively owned by the neighborhood committees.

However, although the house is owned by the neighborhood committee, the ownership still belongs to the originally identified owner of the house, but it cannot be bought and sold, and the owner is identified through the household registration.

Under such circumstances, basically no one will have two or more than two real estate properties. Generally speaking, wherever a person lives, the household registration will be located there.

As an educated youth, Yu Cong has always been registered in the Yangliu Brigade. Because of his outstanding ability, every job is a special task, so he has not moved his registered permanent residence back.

If you ask Realgar to help keep the small courtyard of Yu's house, it will definitely be like this small western-style building on Fifth Avenue, and let the little brother's friends register here.

Again and again, the debt of favor is too great, and the debt of favor is the most difficult to repay.

Forget it, the Yu family's house is located in the old city, and the demolition and renovation will have to wait 20 years, so there is no rush.

Lu Cong was thinking a lot, but within a few breaths, he said, "I don't want it now, let's talk about it when I have a chance in the future!"

Yan Xian looked at the small expression of the little pot, what else did he not understand?
After the moon was on the branch and she fell asleep, he quietly contacted Realgar.

Realgar felt that ever since the eldest got married, they met as brothers, but it always seemed like they were having an affair.

After Yan Xian listened to the report below, he explained the business matters, and asked Realgar to leave the Yu family's house, and then asked Uncle Yu to come over by himself, and teach him the unique skills according to the recipe handed down by the Yu family.

Realgar's eyes widened, and he exclaimed, "Boss, how can our brothers have any talent for cooking?" The fire was fine, but being on the stove was like poisoning.

"I'll come in person." Yan Xian felt that he would be recognized, so he could play with his face covered.

Hearing this, Realgar opened his mouth wide and couldn't even close it, and quickly covered it with his big bear-like hands.

He tried his best to control his expression, looking a little weird, and said, "Then when will you be free?" (End of this chapter)