……capricious?

Lin Yuhe was stunned, and his nodding movements froze.

In all the education he had received, "willful" was a derogatory term and a behavior that needed to be prohibited.

Only Lu Nan said to him - "You have to be more willful."

This task was indeed a bit difficult for Lin Yuhe. He said dryly: "I don't know what to do..."

Lu Nan continued to answer: "There is no fixed method or approach to this kind of thing. It is just a natural reaction."

His expression was serious and his tone was serious: "That's why we should spend more time together. Over time, you will naturally learn it."

Lin Yuhe was shocked by his tone and couldn't help but sigh. It turned out that Mr. Lu could analyze such things so thoroughly.

No wonder he performed so much better than himself.

Lin Yuhe humbly asked for advice, took note of his homework carefully, nodded and said, "Okay."

"Since we want to spend more time together, we need to do some calculations." Lu Nan crossed his fingers, put his hands on his thighs, tapped the back of his hands with his fingertips, and analyzed patiently, "It's been less than a month since we got married. What's left for us?

We don’t have much time together.”

He looked at Lin and He and softened his already patient tone: "In order to adapt as soon as possible, it would be better for us to live together."

living together?

Lin and He were stunned.

The matter of cohabitation before marriage was actually mentioned when signing the agreement before. However, what was said at that time was that Mr. Lu was busy with work and might not necessarily come to Yancheng before marriage. The specific situation would depend on Mr. Lu's work situation.

Now Mr. Lu has moved to Yancheng. Although the matter of living together is a bit sudden, it is not unexpected.

Lin Yuhe nodded: "Okay."

Suddenly having to live with a "fiancé" whom he had never known well, he was still a little uneasy, but seeing the man's calm expression, Lin Yuhe felt that he was not dedicated enough.

In fact, Mr. Lu is busier than him, a medical student. The other party has said so, so he has nothing to hesitate and just cooperates as much as possible.

So the matter of living together was settled naturally.

The car drove all the way to another shopping mall, and the two got out of the car and walked to the high-rise restaurant together.

Different from the old mall that just focused on high-end luxury brands, this is a new plaza that was built just two years ago. The styles of the two malls are very different, and you can clearly feel the difference as soon as you walk in.

In contrast, this mall has bright colors, bold decoration, and significantly more people. Many of them are young people wearing trendy clothes and sneakers.

Lin Yuhe was a little surprised.

This place looks more like a place he and his friends of the same age like to visit. I didn’t expect Mr. Lu to choose to visit here.

It was already dinner time, so the two of them went to eat first. Lin Yuhe didn't know what he wanted to eat beforehand. It wasn't until he stepped out of the elevator and smelled the extremely rich spicy aroma that he realized that they were coming to an old hot pot restaurant in Sichuan.

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Lin Yuhe grew up in Shu, and he could tell at a glance that this hotpot restaurant was quite authentic. People in Shu loved hotpot and would even eat it three times a day, so Lin Yuhe naturally liked this restaurant too.

But he was still a little surprised.

He found that Mr. Lu had treated him to dinner several times and had eaten Sichuan cuisine, even the first time they met, as if he had already known his taste.

Lin Yuhe didn't know if this was specially prepared for him or if it was just a coincidence. If it was specially prepared, then his own awareness of coordination was really poor.

Just as Lin Yuhe was thinking about it, he saw Fang Musen at the door of the hotpot restaurant.

This store allows you to pick up numbers online, but if you pass the number, it will be immediately invalidated. Fang Musen got there first and was ready to help the two of them pick up numbers.

Lin Yuhe had a good impression of Special Assistant Fang. Although he knew that this was just the other person's job, he still had an inexplicable feeling of closeness to Fang Musen, feeling that he was like a neighbor's big brother.

There were still two calls ahead before it was their turn. It happened that Lu Nan had a work call to answer, so Lin Yuhe chatted with Special Assistant Fang for a few words.

He asked: "Mr. Fang, do you know why my brother chose to eat here?"

He was worried that it would be used as some kind of material, after all, Mr. Lu's style of painting really didn't match that of a hot pot restaurant.

Fang Musen smiled when he heard this and thought, what else could it be because of?

It's not that I haven't considered other Sichuan restaurants, but the young man in front of me directly wrote "the hot pot isn't spicy enough" on Haihaikan's questionnaire, so wouldn't I have to choose a hot pot that's spicy enough to compensate him?

Thinking so, Fang Musen said: "There is no other reason, it's just that Mr. Lu wants to eat old hot pot."

Lu Nan, who was walking back after answering the phone, happened to hear this sentence.

"..."

"Director Lu."

Fang Musen coughed lightly and took half a step back, leaving space for the two of them.

Lin Yuhe then turned around and saw each other. He was curious: "Does my brother also like spicy food?"

Lu Nan's expression was a bit unfathomable: "...Hmm."

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Lin Yuhe always felt that the other party's silence before answering was a bit long.

Just as they were talking, their number had been called. The two of them walked in under the guidance of the waiter and sat down at a table by the window.

The menu was brought up, and Lin and He were about to hand each other the pencils when they heard Lu Jiancheng: "I remember you are from Shu?"

Lin Yuhe nodded: "Yes."

"I'm not familiar with these," Lu Jiancheng said, "Just order it."

"Okay." Lin Yuhe took the menu, "Are there any taboos?"

Lu Nan: "No."

Lin Yuhe asked: "What level of spiciness do we want?"

Lu Nan: "What do you usually choose?"

"It depends on the situation. My friends from Shu and I usually eat medium spicy or very spicy food."

Lin Yuhe lowered his head and looked at the bottom of the pot. The doctor did not recommend asthma patients to eat irritating foods. However, he has basically recovered now and he usually pays attention to his diet. It doesn't matter if he eats a few spicy meals occasionally.

“When I meet friends from out of town, I usually choose mild spicy food.”

Lu Jianyang said: "Just choose the spiciness level you usually choose."

Lin Yuhe said: "Let's make it mildly spicy. After all, the mildly spicy food in Shu is actually quite spicy."

Lu Nan was silent again: "...Okay."

Lin Yuhe asked each other while ordering many must-have ingredients. After ordering, he handed the menu to the man to look at. Lu Nan added some more items before passing it to the waiter.

There were a lot of people in the store, so the food was a little slow, and the first ones were served with snacks.

After a while, the waiter brought over half the table with brown sugar glutinous rice cakes, ice powder, turtle paste, taro ball fresh milk tea...

These were not points made by Lin Yuhe, but added by Lu Nan in the end.

Lin Yuhe looked at the familiar food in front of him, somewhat lost in thought.

It wasn't until Lu Nan's voice sounded that his attention was drawn back.

Lu Jianyang: "I remember you said last time that you don't eat sweets very much."

Lin Yuhe nodded: "Yes."

Lu Nan asked: "Why?"

He asked casually, as if chatting naturally: "Sichuan has a spicy and sweet taste. Don't you like sweets?"

Lin Yuhe was silent for a moment, smiled, and said the same thing as last time: "It's not that I don't like it."

His voice was very soft, as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind: "I'm afraid of tooth decay."

Lu Nan frowned.

But looking at Lin Yuhe's expression, he didn't ask any more questions in the end.

Not long after, the hot pot was brought up. What they ordered was the Yuanyang Hot Pot, but the old hot pot had a butter bottom, and the Yuanyang Hot Pot just had a small pot in the middle of the copper pot to put the clear soup, and the outside was all bright red.

Chili pepper and red oil.

Surrounded by the red oil pot, the area of ​​the clear soup pot is really small.

Lin Yuhe pointed to a naive "panda" that was brought up together, and said: "This is butter, it will melt when put in a pot."

The waiter waited for the two of them to finish admiring, then skillfully put the panda butter into the pot.

After adding the butter, the thick layer of chili peppers on the bottom of the pot was pushed away, and underneath the chili peppers, there was pure red soup.

The spicy hot pot of ordinary hot pot is boiled with chili peppers in water, but the butter hot pot is even the soup itself is made of red oil, and the taste is quite exciting.

Lin Yuhe was originally worried that Mr. Lu would not be used to so many chili peppers, but when he saw that Mr. Lu's expression showed no change after looking at the bottom of the pot, and he didn't even say much, he felt a little relieved.

It seemed that Mr. Lu was not surprised.

Ingredients were also brought out one after another. Sichuan hotpot pays attention to the word "fresh", and many ingredients can be eaten after being boiled for more than ten seconds. As a native of Sichuan, Lin Yuhe naturally took on the job of cooking meat.

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The hairy tripe was full of flavour, the fresh duck intestines were fresh in ten seconds, and the fresh duck blood was as crystal clear as jelly... Before long, he helped Mr. Lu fill a plate full of it.
To be continued...