Dear Mr. Lu

"You want to eat too?" Lu Chong teased his big cat with great interest.

"Meow." The big cat slapped his hand open, tilted his head and looked at Luo Wencheng expectantly.

"No way." Luo Wencheng picked it up with a smile, "You have already eaten a bowl just now, and if you eat any more, it will exceed the standard. Look at your flesh."

He rubbed the chubby cat's chin and got pawed.

"Sir, you can try it, if you think it tastes bad, I can improve it."

Looking at the shining eyes that were expected, Lu Chong actually felt a little bit of pressure. The handsome and elegant young man in front of him must not know that his little eyes are the same as those of a certain cat. After a pause, Lu Chong took pick up the chopsticks.

Luo Wencheng hurriedly said: "Drink the soup first, and drink the soup first when eating noodles."

Lu Chong smiled, took a sip of the noodle soup with a spoon.

Then, it was unexpectedly delicious. The stomach that had been hungry for a day and tortured for many days was instantly comforted, and there was almost a pleasurable ecstasy.

He looked up at the young man in front of him: "Is this your first time making noodles?"

"It doesn't count, actually I practiced all afternoon." Luo Wencheng sat down holding the big cat who couldn't eat noodles and was depressed, "Uncle Ding said that Mr. likes to eat this. Whatever sir, if he likes it, I will do it for him every day.”

Lu Chong's dark and deep eyes trembled slightly. He had heard a lot of flattering words, and none of them was as sweet as the young man's words.

He picked up the chopsticks and ate the noodles slowly. The full and wonderful enjoyment captured the taste buds. He even forgot how long he hadn't had such a good meal.

Luo Wencheng looked at him with a smile for a while, because this was Lu Chong's study, and he didn't dare to look around, so he lowered his head and played with the ribs. When Lu Chong stopped his chopsticks, he looked up and saw that the big sea bowl had bottomed out. , and immediately showed a happy and relaxed smile as if you're done: "Sir, do you want more?"

"Do you think I'm a big eater?" Lu Chong said, "It's delicious, but don't cook it in the future, you are a guest, not a cook."

"I don't want to be a cook, but I want to do my best for my husband. I also like to cook this. I just learned how to make noodles. In the future, I want to learn how to cook, make pastries, and other food with Uncle Zhou. As for the free learning opportunity, a chef like Uncle Zhou would easily not have an apprentice." Luo Wencheng blinked, as if he was proud of himself for taking advantage of it.

What else can Lu Chong say, depriving him of the opportunity to learn from the chef?

Luo Wencheng suddenly remembered something, and he said, "By the way, the Luo family sent an invitation card, saying that they want to hold a reception banquet for the gentleman. Will the gentleman go?"

"They mentioned this to me, and they also sent you a post?"

"Ok."

"You will come with me then."

Luo Wencheng bit his lower lip.

Lu Chong: "Don't want to go?"

"No, I... I haven't attended this kind of banquet for a long time, and I'm afraid of embarrassing my husband."

"You always have to show up. The formalities at the school have been completed, and you can go to school next Monday. This time, you should get used to it in advance."

He also formally told those people that he was the one Lu Chong was protecting now, so that he would not be bullied by some short-sighted things after he got the school.

Luo Wencheng understood what he meant, nodded gratefully, and said solemnly: "I will work hard and not embarrass my husband."

Then he put away the bowls and chopsticks: "Then sir, keep busy, I'll go out first."

Lu Chong watched him go out, shook his head slightly and smiled, what are you trying to do? At a banquet, does he become a battlefield?

Luo Wencheng opened the door and came out. Uncle Ding had been waiting outside for a long time. Seeing the door open, he hurried over to take a look. He saw that there was only soup base left in the huge bowl. What did you eat, sir?"

Luo Wencheng nodded, with an uncontrollable smile in his eyes.

"Mister didn't say anything?"

"No, just eat it. Uncle Ding, your method really works."

"What works for me is all thanks to you, Xiao Luo." Uncle Ding looked at Luo Wencheng meaningfully, thinking that maybe he needs to re-evaluate the importance of this person to Mr.

Luo Wencheng pursed his lips, and said with a smile: "It's not too early or too late for this meal, and Mr. will definitely be hungry again at night. Uncle Ding, what do you think you should do for supper?"

The two of them went downstairs while discussing softly, and suddenly Luo Wencheng said, "By the way, Uncle Ding, I'm going to a reception banquet with my husband tomorrow, but you also know that I've been there for the past three years... I may I forgot, see if there are any books on this subject, I'll make up for it tonight."

Speaking of this, he was very embarrassed, and his ears were a little red: "Also... I don't have clothes suitable for that occasion."

After hearing this, Uncle Ding felt a little different about Luo Wencheng.

He does not shy away from his experience of being in prison before, and he is not ashamed to reveal his own flaws. This may be a shame to ordinary people, and he is ashamed to mention it under cover, but he dares to speak out and ask others for help.

In fact, even if he didn't say anything, Uncle Ding would definitely make proper arrangements for him, but when he asked for help, the feeling was completely different.

Uncle Ding couldn't help feeling a little pity and a sense of responsibility in his heart, and said with a smile: "You don't have to worry about this, I will arrange it."

So he made a phone call, and half an hour later, the tailor and etiquette teacher came to the door.

Luo Wencheng looked surprised—really surprised, isn't this too exciting to mobilize the crowd?

He stretched out his arms to measure the tailor teacher. In fact, he took the measurement on the first day because he had to prepare new clothes for him.

As for whether it will be too late or too troublesome to customize the dress now, Uncle Ding waved his hand very embarrassingly: "It's not a problem to rush to make it overnight."

Luo Wencheng thought silently, as expected of the people around Master Lu Jiu, even the team raised by the Luo family dare not say that they can make a particularly good dress overnight.

After measuring the size, you will learn from the etiquette teacher. He knew the teacher. He was a very famous etiquette teacher in Haining. She was a middle-aged woman named Chen. Many celebrities and entertainment stars in Haining had been taught by her. She was an authority in the industry and she was very strict.

Seeing that what she was going to teach today was a young man, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes, then her face became serious, and she told Luo Wencheng about the various rules and restrictions at the banquet.

From the posture of pulling a chair to the way of pouring wine, from the basic words of conversation and greetings to the emergency response methods, everything is covered.

Luo Wencheng... He was ashamed to hear that, he didn't understand so much when he was the second young master Luo.

After hastily eating dinner, he continued to study, made a supper for Lu Chong, and continued to study. As soon as he started learning, he found that there was a lot to learn. It wasn't until midnight that Uncle Ding came to remind him that he was surprised that time passed so quickly.

Sending Ms. Chen to rest, Luo Wencheng sighed, and collapsed on the sofa, rubbing her sore neck and back. Ms. Chen is very demanding. When learning other things, she must always maintain the best standing and sitting posture. The whole person froze.

He warmed himself a glass of milk, and while waiting for the milk to heat up, he dozed off. This is what Lu Chong saw when he went downstairs.

In the kitchen, under the warm yellow ceiling light, a young man in white clothes stood leaning against the wall with his arms folded. His figure was thin and handsome, very good-looking, but his head was lowered. Little by little, the microwave oven in front of him was already on time. Yes, but he didn't notice.

Because he lowered his head and his face was half hidden in the shadow, the blue shadow in front of his eyes was very obvious. Thinking of what Uncle Ding said just now about how seriously he studied etiquette, Lu Chong couldn't help laughing, so he said hard work is here?