Hearing Nalan Churou calling her, Zhuo Zijing ran over quickly.
He also turned back to Luo Jiali with a hint of pride.
"Chu Rou, are you hungry? Have you eaten? I brought you some porridge. Can you drink some porridge?" Zhuo Zijing said softly.
Nalan Churou had indeed not eaten breakfast yet, and her stomach growled when she heard this.
"Well, I'm indeed hungry. Bring it to me quickly."
Luo Jiali was a little embarrassed. She stood there and didn't know what to say. What happened to Nalan Churou
Why is it that she is getting together with that silly girl from the Zhuo family after not seeing each other for two weeks
Moreover, these two people acted as if they were good friends and Luo Jiali was redundant.
Luo Jiali felt it was baffling, but the friendship between her and Nalan Churou was not something that just Zhuo Zijing could interfere with.
Luo Jiali also secretly thought that Zhuo Zijing might have used some bad means, or that there was some bad wind between Nalan Churou and Nalan Churou, which made Nalan Churou treat her like this, right
Maybe it was because she was hungry, so Nalan Churou felt the porridge was particularly fragrant when she drank it. She felt that this preserved egg and lean meat porridge was really delicious, and it was so delicious.
Seeing that the bowl Zhuo Zijing sent was a thermos bowl commonly used at home, she asked, "This tastes delicious. Where did it come from? Did you cook it yourself?"
"I cooked it myself. I got up at 8 o'clock this morning to help you make porridge." Zhuo Zijing nodded.
Luo Jiali listened and felt like she was about to sneer. This young lady from the Zhuo family could also cook. Why didn't Luo Jiali know that
"Zijing can cook now? Why do I remember that you couldn't even boil hot water before?" Luo Jiali spoke calmly.
Zhuo Zijing became unhappy when she heard this, and let out a snort, "I didn't know how to cook before, why aren't I allowed to learn? Sister Jiali, from what you asked, it seems that I am a very unprogressive person. "
A person who is not enterprising
Luo Jiali sneered in her heart.
In her mind, Zhuo Zijing is really a person who is not enterprising and extremely stupid, with a low IQ.
People like Zhuo Zijing obviously don't have enough IQ, but they have no ambition.
Such people cannot achieve anything.
The way Zhuo Zijing looks now, it is clear that she wants to compete with Luo Jiali for Nalan Churou's relationship with the Nalan family.
This is a pity, because Luo Jiali completely crushes Zhuo Zijing in terms of IQ and EQ.
"That's right, look at how others will cook porridge for me to drink. Some people have disappeared for two whole weeks and no one can be found. I don't know where to go to be happy." Nalan Churou complained while drinking porridge. The resentful look in Luo Jiali's eyes made her feel a little funny.
It turned out that Nalan Churou was blaming her for not being with her in the past two weeks.
It's only been two weeks, so Nalan Churou must be too clingy to her.
Of course, in Nalan Churou's heart, Luo Jiali's status was definitely much higher than that of Zhuo Zijing. Zhuo Zijing was just Nalan Churou's entertainment when Luo Jiali was away.
It is a pity that Zhuo Zijing is full of joy, thinking that she can replace Luo Jiali's position.
"Okay, okay, I will cook porridge for you from now on." Luo Jiali's words contained a hint of doting.
I don't know why Nalan Churou was in a good mood, and the energy she used to complain about Luo Jiali disappeared.
"That's pretty much it. I didn't expect, Zhuo Zijing, that you can cook porridge and drink it? It's very delicious this week. Come and try it, Belle?" Nalan Churou greeted.
Luo Jiali originally wanted to refuse.
But suddenly he seemed to have thought of something again. He smiled and nodded and said, "Well, okay, let me have a drink and see what Miss Zhuo's craftsmanship is like."
Zhuo Zijing's face didn't look good.
Luo Jiali has been very smart since she was a child. She is proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and her academic performance is also very good. Therefore, when the two families have dinner together, Zhuo Zijing's parents often praise Luo Jiali.
Zhuo Zijing has always been ashamed of herself.
Luo Jiali took a bite of the porridge, and the taste seemed familiar this week.
There is a KFC store near the school. Luo Jiali liked eating KFC breakfast when it first came out. Drinking some porridge to warm her stomach is very comfortable.
However, Nalan Churou always thought that KFC was of low quality and was unwilling to come. Basically, Luo Jiali finished her porridge before going to school.
Nalan Churou always eats luxurious breakfast cooked by the family servant at home.
The Luo family is not so particular, and the same goes for Luo Jiali.
Luo Jiali raised her head and glanced at Zhuo Zijing. Zhuo Zijing looked away as if she had done something wrong. Luo Jiali understood that the porridge here must not have been stewed by Zhuo Zijing herself.
This is KFC’s preserved egg and lean meat porridge.
"Zhuo Zijing, you are awesome. You can now make KFC's preserved egg and lean meat porridge. Why did you go to KFC and work as a summer job during the summer vacation? My uncle and aunt must be very happy for such a hard work-study program."
"Is this KFC porridge?" Nalan Churou looked up and asked.
Zhuo Zijing quickly said, "Yes, this is KFC's porridge, but it's really made by me. In order to increase my social practice experience, I went to KFC to work for two months. The preserved eggs among them are thin. I also learned about meat porridge.”
After saying that, her heart beat fast.
"So that's it." Nalan Churou nodded and continued drinking. The taste was really good.
Luo Jiali was a little dumbfounded. In the past, Nalan Churou went there to have breakfast, but Nalan Churou refused to go no matter what, insisting on eating breakfast cooked by the servants at home.
She said that KFC was too low-grade and not suitable for a young lady like her, but now she was drinking porridge with relish.
"Is the rice for this preserved egg and lean meat porridge made of millet or glutinous rice?" Luo Jiali said with a smile on her face.
Zhuo Zijing gritted her teeth, thinking that glutinous rice should be indigestible, is it unlikely
Based on intuition, Zhuo Zijing replied, "Xiaomi, do you still need to ask?"
"Oh, your porridge is stewed with millet, are you sure?" Your voice was very soft, but when Zhuo Zijing heard it, it was like a demonic sound piercing his ears.
Zhuo Zijing had already scolded Luo Jiali more than ten times in her heart.
"What am I unsure about?" Zhuo Zijing pretended to be calm.
"Why do I feel that your porridge is stewed with ordinary rice? When I say millet or glutinous rice, do you have to choose between these two?"
"It's just stewed with millet. I made this stuff. Don't I know it yet? Sister Jiali, can you please stop being too bullying?" Seeing that the momentum was not right, Zhuo Zijing could only grit her teeth.
Wouldn't it be too embarrassing to admit in front of Nalan Churou that this was not her stew
The good image in front of Nalan Churou will be ruined. No one likes their friends to cheat on her, and the same is certainly true for Nalan Churou.