Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
âItâs really custom-made.â Lu Qianling repeatedly appraised the bag. It really was limited edition and custom-made.
From Lu Qianlingâs first reaction upon seeing the bag, Meng Chuyuan felt that she had taste. There was a hint of admiration in her eyes as she said playfully, âI didnât expect you to know your stuff.â
Hearing this, Lu Qianling suddenly puffed out her chest confidently and said proudly, âOf course, thereâs no brand that I, Lu Qianling, donât know.â
Although Lu Qianling was a little young, she had a certain understanding of womenâs luxury goods. It was just that her status as a rich young lady was an empty one and she could not freely spend her money.
At the thought that she did not have the ability to spend money, Lu Qianling started to envy Meng Chuyuan. Not only could she have a limited edition custom-made bag, but she could also spend money without restraint.
Lu Qianling held the bag in her hand, her eyes revealing desire and envy. âI heard that even money canât guarantee you a slot to purchase the customized bag. How did you get it?â
âI swiped my face card.â
âYou swiped your face card?â Lu Qianling raised her head doubtfully. Out of curiosity, she asked, âHow?â
Meng Chuyuan smiled and said, âYou just have to be good-looking.â
It took Lu Qianling a while to realize that Meng Chuyuan was just joking with her. She almost took it seriously.
She glared at Meng Chuyuan and said unhappily, âAre you kidding me? So what if youâre good-looking?â
Lu Qianling stuffed the bag back into the box. As she stood up, she did not forget to take a few more glances at it. Coincidentally, Meng Chuyuan noticed her micro gestures.
âIf you really like this bag, I can give you one next time.â
Lu Qianling had finally retracted her gaze and just as she was about to leave, she heard Meng Chuyuan say that she could give her a bag.
Her head whipped around. âReally?â she asked with delight.
Meng Chuyuan nodded lightly and said, âOf course. If you can get into the top ten of the cohort for your end-of-term examination, Iâll give you one.â
When she heard about grades, Lu Qianlingâs face fell. âTop ten? Isnât that killing me? I wonât do it.
She wasnât even in the top 30 of the class, let alone top 10.
âSo you donât even have that much confidence in yourself?â Lu Qianling: âDonât give me that. Goading me wonât work on me.â As evening approached, Lu Jinsen appeared in the kitchen on time. Using the excuse of being Uncle Yuanâs assistant, he secretly learned how to cook.
Lu Qianling stayed at Meng Chuyuanâs place for a while and felt that it was boring, so she came down again.
Seeing Lu Jinsen in the kitchen, Lu Qianling ran over to join in the fun. âSecond
Brother, are you learning how to fry eggs again?â
Lu Jinsen frowned and said, âWhat do you mean again? Why arenât you at school for evening self-study at this hour? Why did you come back? Did you skip class again?â
At the mention of school, Lu Qianling pouted unhappily.
After a while, she suddenly approached Lu Jinsen enthusiastically and asked, âSecond Brother, why donât you take me to film the variety show the day after tomorrow? Iâm definitely more suitable than her.â
Lu Qianling was thinking that if she could film the variety show with him, she would not have to go to school.
When Lu Jinsen heard that, he looked at her coldly and said in disdain, âItâs already night. What are you daydreaming about?â
âItâs Saturday the day after tomorrow. I can go for the recording. Then, Iâll apply for two days of leave from the form teacher and film the variety show until the end of the second episode. How about that?â âNo. Even if you had the time, I wouldnât take you.â
Lu Qianling did not understand. âWhy?â
âYou canât cook.â
At this moment, Meng Chuyuan suddenly appeared in the dining room. However, she was a little far away and did not hear their conversation.
Meng Chuyuan walked in calmly and asked curiously, âWhy are you all in the kitchen?â
Seeing Meng Chuyuan appear, Lu Jinsen felt inexplicably guilty, probably afraid that she had heard what he had just said.
When she looked over, Lu Jinsen narrowed his eyes and said, âI was afraid that
Uncle Yuan wouldnât be able to handle the cooking alone.â
Perhaps it was because she had been rejected by Lu Jinsen just now, Lu Qianling was a little unhappy now. She let out a soft cry and could not help but expose him. âWhy are you lying through your teeth?â
. â This little girl was really vengeful.
However, Meng Chuyuan was already used to it. She knew that Lu Jinsen did not mean what he said. Moreover, he wanted to save face.
Coincidentally, she had nothing to do at the moment, so she joined in.
Meng Chuyuan washed the remaining chicken wings in the fridge, then drained them of water. She cut them on both sides and added some seasoning to marinate them.
About twenty minutes later, Meng Chuyuan washed the pot and poured in a suitable amount of oil. She put the marinated chicken wings into the pot and fried them until they were yellow on both sides.
Lu Qianling sat in the dining room with her eyes fixed on the kitchen. She really did not understand why they all liked to cook.
She sat there and couldnât help but sigh. âThe two of them become chefs once they are home.â n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
After Meng Chuyuan finished frying the chicken wings, she turned around and went to the fridge to get a can of coke.
Lu Qianling watched as her favorite coke was taken out. She looked at Meng Chuyuan and said unhappily, âThatâs my coke. Thereâs only one bottle left. What are you doing?â
âYou know how to make Coca-cola chicken wings?â
Lu Qianling originally wanted to walk over and take the coke back, but she was captivated by Meng Chuyuanâs words.
Before Meng Chuyuan could respond, she heard the sound of a can being opened.
âYouâll save some for me? Half a bottle? One sip will doâ¦â
Along with Lu Qianlingâs pleading voice, Meng Chuyuan poured a can of cola into the chicken wings in the pot, then turned up the heat to boil them, and finally she deglazed the pan.
Lu Qianling had completely forgotten what she was here for. She stared as Meng Chuyuan put the chicken wings on the plate and looked at the brown and fragrant chicken wings. It aroused her appetite. âIt smells so good.â
Licking her lips, she whispered, âCan I try a piece?â
Meng Chuyuan took the plate away and refused to let her touch it. âNo, weâll eat later.â
There werenât many chicken wings to begin with, and she had already set up the plate.
Lu Qianling: â
After Meng Chuyuan finished using the pot, Lu Jinsen took the egg he had just beaten and tried to fry a piece of omelet.
This time, he used a non-stick pot which was rather effective, but he was not patient enough. Before the eggs were sufficiently cooked, he used a spatula to fry them. In the end, the pancake-shaped egg was broken up into pieces.
âIs it time for dinner now?â Lu Qianling sat in the dining room and looked at the dishes on the table. She looked at them again and again. There were several times when she wanted to pick up her chopsticks, but she was warned by Meng Chuyuanâs gaze not to.
Madam Lu seemed to have specially come back at the right time. Just as the dishes were ready and served, she appeared.
Hearing her daughter say dinner was ready, Madam Lu hurriedly changed out of her shoes and put down her bag. She walked over with a smile.. âIs it time to eat?â