"Even if I am a bandit, I want to be a bandit who enjoys scientific research and culture."
Rick was literally put to silence by Luyan.
Originally Rick thought that Lu Yan said he would take off in half an hour to get ready.
What kind of handover.
As a result, it took half an hour to eat dinner.
When Lu Yan flirts, the recipes are rather picky, and even the ingredients must be seen by himself.
But if she is suddenly interested in what she wants to eat, she is also in a dilemma.
The two met at Rick's site in New Orleans.
The meeting place is Rick's manor in New Orleans.
There are many cooks in it, but most of them are foreigners.
So when Lu Yan ordered Yangzhou fried rice, the foreigners standing in a row were stupid.
"Mr. Rick, Ms. Lu Yan said she would have fried rice with eggs, but our chef is limited in ability..."
I'll report it.
"So?"
"So Miss Lu Yan said that if you can't see Yangzhou fried rice in half an hour, you may be in a bad mood. If you are in a bad mood, you may not be able to go to Colombia."
"She's the one who matters the most." Rick sweat drips.
"So what do you do now?"
"The closest Chinese restaurant to us, it's too late to drive back and forth for 40 minutes, so It's better for you, sir, to call the chef who cooks for your wife. "
Rick's got an idea.
Why didn't you think of that? I'm really busy.
When Xixi was here, she couldn't get used to Western food. Especially after she was pregnant, she missed her hometown food.
Rick has worked hard to find a mother who accompanies her child to study here as a cook.
Although that aunt can't be considered as a chef, she may be making home-made dishes to remind Xixi of her hometown.
It's easy to use all the time.
"Is aunt Cui here?" Rick asked his subordinates.
"Well, it's still there, in Madame's villa."
"Tell her to come and cook for Lu zuzong."
Rick really can't help it. It's impossible for him to follow the land smoke.
Lu Yan is not feisty either. Everyone who follows her knows that the boss's taste is changeable.
Today I want to eat roasted sweet potato, maybe tomorrow I want to eat spaghetti suddenly, which has a long span.
When she was flying, she had to take two chefs with her on private planes, both Chinese and western.
So it's a blessing for Joe to go south and North with her.
Fifteen minutes later, aunt Cui, the Royal cook of Xixi, carefully brought a bowl of hot fried rice with eggs.
"Girl, I fried it. It may not be so delicious, and the ingredients are not enough. I heard you will catch a plane later So I made a simple fried rice with eggs. It's not Yangzhou fried rice. You can make do with it. "
Aunt Cui didn't know the identity of Lu Yan. She only thought she was a Chinese, Bai Fumei.
But this kind of friendly attitude makes Luyan feel comfortable.
"Auntie has worked hard. Sit down. I'll try."
Lu Yan laughingly pulls the plate, takes a small bite with a spoon, and chews it carefully in his mouth.
Then nodded and ate up the whole plate of fried rice.
"Aunt, where did you buy this egg?" Lu Yan asked.
"It's not for buying. It's all the stupid eggs that Mr. Rick's wife brought from home. They're all the stupid eggs from the stupid chickens at home. They don't feed. It's very natural."
"No wonder it's so fragrant. It's hard for you, auntie."
Lu Yan is so polite that he looks like a scholar.
"You're welcome. You can just enjoy it."
Lu Yan gracefully takes out a tissue and wipes the corners of her mouth, then leaves a stack of things in front of aunt Cui.
That's amazing speed.
When Aunt Cui took it and saw it clearly, Lu Yan had already gone far away and was very domineering.