"By the way, you’re pretty good with a knife, right?" Elder Chen asked.
Lou Lan nodded.
Elder Chen tossed the washed pig liver straight to her. "Slice it. Thin."
Lou Lan’s tone turned serious. "Be precise to the milliter."
Elder Chen shook his head. "No need to be so uptight, just cut however."
"Three milliters, how about that?" Lou Lan asked.
Elder Chen helplessly rubbed his forehead. "Sotis you’re just like so rigid academic."
Lou Lan said, "Cutting things and Bone Crushing follow the sa principle—you can’t be off even a hair."
"You dical types, seriously... forget it, forget it, I’m not saying it. Just hurry up and cut, I’ll go wash the green peppers and onions."
Once all the ingredients were ready, Elder Chen put on a wok-tossing show. His movents were smooth and fluid, done in one go.
When it ca out of the wok, the pig liver was steaming hot and fragrant. The aroma ca from the fusion of the food and the wok’s heat—this was a high-level stir-fry.
"Didn’t expect you to make it yourself. I thought you’d just go buy so."
"What kind of joke is that? This pizza flavor is my own invention. Have you ever seen it sold outside?"
"No one sells it, that’s for sure."
"You free right now?"
"Free."
"Here, kneading the dough is your job."
The corner of Lou Lan’s mouth twitched. "It’s really not easy being a master for my disciple’s sake."
"When I went out to buy groceries just now, I heard people say Yuanyuan and Little Taotie were both in your office. Which one is it?"
"Take a guess."
"Shouldn’t be Yuanyuan. If it were Yuanyuan, you’d have taken her in as a disciple already. She’s not that young anymore, and she’s been in the Special Departnt for years. So it should be Little Taotie, right?"
"Correct." Lou Lan snapped her fingers.
Elder Chen shrugged. "Too bad there’s no prize."
"What does Elder Chen want? I’ll see if I’ve got it."
"You do dical beauty stuff, you must have skincare products, right? Give so good ones, I’ll take them back for the wife."
The corner of Lou Lan’s mouth twitched. "I don’t do dical beauty."
"Isn’t it face-pinching and plastic surgery? Sa difference, sa difference. I’m old, I can’t tell all that apart anyway. Just tell , do you have any good skincare or not?"
"I make my own formulas, dare to use them? They’re basically three-no products."
Elder Chen hesitated, then asked worriedly, "Will they wreck her face?"
"How about this, I’ll make a house call, check Sister-in-law’s skin type, and customize a full skincare set for her."
"I get the feeling I’m about to be trapped." Elder Chen subconsciously covered his pocket.
That pocket was where he kept his wallet.
"Are you going to keep sending it forever, or only give one set for free and then jack up the price and trap my wallet?"
"It won’t be expensive."
"So that... ans you’re charging?" Elder Chen’s gaze turned dangerous.
If the old lady liked it after using it, she’d definitely turn her nose up at what she used before. Wouldn’t he be trapped then!
"Heh, it really won’t be expensive." Lou Lan grinned. "Trust ."
Elder Chen’s face imdiately darkened. He took the plate of stir-fried pig liver from her hands.
"Hey, where are you going?" Lou Lan was kneading dough and couldn’t get away for a mont, so she could only watch helplessly as he walked off with the pig liver. When he ca back, there was no pig liver in his hands.
"Hmph, if you dare charge , go buy your pig liver pizza outside. I’m not serving you anymore!"
Lou Lan: "..."
Lou Lan didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. "I was joking! If Sister-in-law uses it and likes it, I’ll provide it for free, permanently, I won’t go back on my word!"
Elder Chen’s expression eased a little. "All right then. Whatever that little disciple of yours wants to eat in the future, I’ll make sure it’s all available."
The two of them struck a deal. They exchanged a look and were clearly very satisfied with each other.
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