"It's really customized." Lu Qianling confirmed repeatedly that this is really a limited edition.

From Lu Qianling's reaction when she saw the bag for the first time, Meng Chuyuan felt that this guy had good taste. With a bit of admiration in her eyes, she said playfully: "I can't tell you are quite knowledgeable."

Hearing this, Lu Qianling suddenly puffed up her chest confidently and said with some pride: "Of course, there are no brands that I, Lu Qianling, don't recognize."

Although Lu Qianling is a little younger, she has a certain understanding of these luxuries used by women. However, she is a rich lady with a false reputation and cannot achieve financial freedom.

Thinking that she didn't have the ability to spend money, Lu Qianling began to envy Meng Chuyuan. Not only could he own a limited edition customized bag, but he could also spend money without restraint.

Lu Qianling held the bag in her hand, her eyes showing desire and envy: "I heard that you can't buy a customized quota with money. How did you buy it?"

“I bought it with my face.”

"Can this thing brush your face?" Lu Qianling raised her head doubtfully. Out of curiosity, she asked, "How?"

Meng Chuyuan smiled and said: "As long as you look good."

Lu Qianling realized later that Meng Chuyuan was just joking with her, and she almost took it seriously.

She glared at Meng Chuyuan and said somewhat unhappily: "Are you teasing me? You are so good-looking and amazing, aren't you?"

Lu Qianling stuffed the bag back into the box, and when she stood up, she didn't forget to take a few more glances. Meng Chuyuan happened to see her little move.

"If you really like this bag, I can give you one next time."

Lu Qianling finally looked away, and when she was about to leave, she heard Meng Chuyuan say that he could give her a bag.

She turned her head suddenly and asked happily: "Really?"

Meng Chuyuan nodded slightly and said: "Of course, if you can get into the top ten of your grade by the end of the semester, I will give you a gift."

When Lu Qianling heard about the results, his whole face fell: "Top ten? Wouldn't that cost my life? I won't do it."

She couldn't even get into the top thirty in the class, let alone the top ten in grade.

"So you have so little confidence in yourself?"

Lu Qianling: "Don't do this, the method of provoking generals is useless to me."

…

As evening approached, Lu Jinsen appeared in the kitchen on time and secretly studied under the pretext of helping Uncle Yuan.

Lu Qianling stayed at Meng Chuyuan's place for a while, but felt it was not interesting, so he came down again.

Seeing Lu Jinsen in the kitchen, Lu Qianling also ran over to join in the fun: "Second brother, are you learning to make omelette again?"

Lu Jinsen frowned and said, "What do you mean? You are not studying at school at this time, so what are you doing here? Skipping class again?"

When it came to going to school, Lu Qianling pursed her lips in dissatisfaction.

After a while, she suddenly and enthusiastically came up to him, chased Lu Jinsen and asked, "Second brother, how about you take me to record a show the day after tomorrow? I will definitely be more suitable than her."

Lu Qianling was thinking that if she could record the show, she wouldn't have to go to school.

When Lu Jinsen heard this, he looked at her indifferently and said with disgust: "It's almost dark, what are you daydreaming about?"

"The day after tomorrow happens to be a Saturday. I can go and record, and then ask the class teacher for two days off, and record until the end of the second period. How about that?"

"No, even if you have time, I won't take you there."

Lu Qianling was puzzled: "Why?"

"You don't know how to cook."

Just at this moment, Meng Chuyuan suddenly appeared in the restaurant, but she was a little far away and did not hear their conversation.

Meng Chuyuan walked in calmly and asked curiously: "Why are you all in the kitchen?"

Seeing Meng Chuyuan appear, Lu Jinsen felt guilty inexplicably, probably because he was afraid that she would hear what he just said.

When she looked over, Lu Jinsen narrowed his eyes and said, "I'm afraid that Uncle Yuan won't be able to do it alone."

Perhaps Lu Jinsen had just rejected her, so Lu Qianling was a little unhappy now. She let out a light ouch and couldn't help but try to discredit him: "Why are there still people telling lies?"

"..." This little girl really holds a grudge.

But Meng Chuyuan was used to it. She knew that Lu Jinsen didn't mean what he meant and he wanted to save face.

It happened that she had nothing to do at the moment, so she joined in together.

Meng Chuyuan washed the remaining chicken wings in the refrigerator, drained them, scored a few cuts on both sides, and marinated them with some seasonings.

About twenty minutes later, Meng Chuyuan cleaned the pot, poured an appropriate amount of oil into it, put the marinated chicken wings into the pot, and browned both sides first.

Lu Qianling was sitting in the dining room, her eyes always fixed on the kitchen. She really didn't understand why they all loved cooking.

As she sat there, she couldn't help but sigh: "Both of these two have become master chefs when they come back."

After Meng Chuyuan fried the chicken wings, he turned around and took out a can of Coke from the refrigerator.

Lu Qianling watched her favorite Coke being taken out. She looked at Meng Chuyuan and said with some displeasure, "That's my Coke. There's only one bottle left. What are you going to do?"

Meng Chuyuan gave her a look and said calmly: "I'll lend you your Coke and make some Coke Chicken Wings."

"Can you also make Coke chicken wings?"

Lu Qianling originally wanted to come over and take the Coke back, but unexpectedly she was attracted by Meng Chuyuan's words.

Before Meng Chuyuan could respond, she heard the sound of the can being opened.

"You can leave some for me? Half a bottle? Just one sip..."

With Lu Qianling's pleading voice, Meng Chuyuan poured a can of Coke into the chicken wings in the pot, then turned up the heat and brought it to a boil, and finally reduced the juice.

Lu Qianling had completely forgotten what she was here for. She stared at Meng Chuyuan as he put the chicken wings on the plate. Looking at the chicken wings with all the color and aroma, something aroused her appetite: "It smells so good."

She licked her lips and whispered, "Can you let me taste a piece?"

Meng Chuyuan took the plate away without letting her touch it: "No, we'll eat later."

There were only a few chicken wings left, and she had already put them on the plate.

Lu Qianling: "..."

After Meng Chuyuan finished using the pot, Lu Jinsen took the eggs he had just mixed and tried to fry an egg pancake.

This time he used a non-stick pan, and the overall effect was pretty good. However, he was not patient enough and used a spatula to break the eggs before they were fully cooked. In the end, he broke up the cake and turned it into lumps.

"Is it ready for dinner?" Lu Qianling was sitting in the restaurant, watching the dishes on the table, looking at them again and again. She tried to move her chopsticks several times but was warned by Meng Chuyuan's eyes.

Mother Lu seemed to have come back with a special order. She appeared just after the dishes were ready and brought to the table.
Chapter completed!