Ke Xuezhuo's son-in-law

Chapter 433 In the Name of Friends
  Laisheng Lei heard the movement outside and was about to say hello when Fujiwara walked in carrying two large bags of ingredients.

"Put it next to the refrigerator. I will sort it and store it in it later."

"OK."

Fujiwara agreed and turned around to put down the bag. He noticed the low-gluten flour bag in Laisheng Lei's hand and asked curiously, "Are you going to make a cake?"

Lai Sheng Tears smiled and shook his head, "No, I'm going to bake some handmade cookies today and want to expand our cafe's new products."

"Does black tea go with almond biscuits?" Fujiwara guessed as he moved his gaze to the basin aside and saw the almond kernels placed there.

Laisheng Lei smiled and nodded, "Yes, it's black tea with these biscuits. It seems that our trade secrets are about to be seen through by you." She put the bag in her hand aside, "Can you help me get three eggs from the refrigerator? ?”

"Okay." Fujiwara walked to the refrigerator, opened the door gently, and took out three eggs. He placed it gently on the table, then stood next to Afterlife Tears, waiting for the next instructions.

(When beating eggs, would it be better to just beat the yolks?)

Afterlife Tears expertly broke the eggs and poured the egg liquid into a container.

"Now add water, just the right amount, preferably no more than one centimeter."

Fujiwara followed her instructions, picked up the kettle, and slowly poured the water into the basin.

However, Laisheng Lei suddenly said: "Actually, adding some milk will make it more fragrant."

Fujiwara was stunned for a moment, then opened the refrigerator in confusion, only to find that there was no milk in it.

Fujiwara, who vaguely felt that he was being tricked, was so depressed that he burst into tears.

"It's okay not to fight."

There was a hint of playfulness in Lai Sheng's voice, especially when she noticed Fujiwara's depressed eyes, a hint of mischief flashed in her eyes.

Seeing this, Fujiwara had no choice but to say:
  "What are we going to do next? Stir directly?"

"The next step is to add sugar. Add white sugar in a ratio of 4:1 to flour."

Then, she directed him to take out the sugar. Fujiwara watched as he poured the sugar into the basin, then picked up the mixer and started stirring.

"Okay, it's almost done. Just leave the rest to me. By the way, there seemed to be a child's voice just now. Did I hear it wrong?"

"It's a child who lives in my house temporarily. Her name is Mary."

"Fujiwara likes children very much."

It seems that taking care of a child is not easy. The younger the child, the more difficult it is to take care of it.

"It's okay. Actually, I prefer the kind of children who don't do anything much and don't cry or make trouble. I would also hate it if they do a lot of things and are naughty."

Fujiwara said as he suddenly thought of the equally naughty Xiao Ai, and immediately added, "Except for the cute ones, of course."

A teary smile bloomed at the corner of her mouth in the next life, and she nodded gently, "Is Fujiwara afraid that I will tell Xiao Ai?"

"That's not true."

Laisheng Lei smiled and put the lid on the basin to seal it and store it.

"Now I just have to wait for forty minutes for him to wake up."

"Ah."

While waiting, the two of them leaned against the cupboard and chatted about the art gallery.

"The day before yesterday, I went to the Mihua Art Museum. After walking around, I found that the sculpture at the door did not match the theme of the museum."

"Really? I really don't feel this. They asked me about this. I thought it would be nice to put up a sculpture, so I agreed." Laisheng Tears smiled softly. She realized Fujiwara's understanding of art. There seems to be something different. She liked to share her insights with him, something Fujiwara was lacking in.

Their conversation gradually deepened, touching on different art schools and styles. Afterlife's tone was full of enthusiasm and knowledge, while Fujihara listened attentively, trying to understand her point of view.

"I always feel that Sister Lei is very suitable for a career as a consultant. Why don't you just come and work for me? I will offer you a salary that is double the market price. You can arrange your working hours freely, and your welfare guarantee will be in place in one step."

Laisheng laughed, shook his head and refused, "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I'm not qualified."

Fujiwara felt a little regretful and continued to fight, "All management rights belong to Sister Lei. In addition, Sister Lei has the final say on the salary."

Regarding Fujiwara's request to stay in the next life, he refused clearly and plainly, "No, I can't agree."

"Why?" Fujiwara was a little curious and took a step forward unconsciously.

The next life with tears in his eyes was extremely firm as he explained, "I don't really want to add anything else between me and Fujiwara. I think the relationship between us should be equal."

Whether it's employment or utilization, as long as money is involved, Laisheng Lai is very clear that once the superior-subordinate relationship is established, the future relationship between the two will tilt in an unequal direction, which is something she does not want to see.

After listening to Laisheng Tears' explanation, Fujiwara understood what she meant, and at the same time felt her firmness and self-esteem.

He wanted to explain, but he faltered because of nervousness:
  "Sorry. No offense intended, I just wanted to."

Laisheng Lei smiled slightly and removed the lid from the sealed iron basin, "It's okay, I understand your good intentions. Let's continue making cookies. But if you invite me to help in the name of a friend, I think I have no reason to refuse. "Her voice is gentle and kind, making it hard to dislike.

friend?

Fujiwara laughed angrily at the familiar yet unfamiliar name, and looked out the window with an unnatural look on his face.

"Okay, then even if Sister Lei agrees to me, is it just in the name of a friend?"

After putting down the lid, Laisheng Lei took out the dough and kneaded it again. When he signaled Fujiwara to come over with a knife, there was no response for a long time.

"What's wrong?" Laisheng Lei asked curiously.

"There's one thing I've always been curious about. What does Sister Lei think of me?"

"Gentle, kind and handsome, patient with women, reliable and attentive. I'm very lucky to have a friend like you, Fujiwara."

Hearing that the other person's evaluation of him did not include what he wanted to hear, Fujiwara was a little depressed. He took out the knife and handed it to the other person with the handle turned backwards.

"I am also very lucky to meet Miss Tear here, who fulfills all my fantasies about the word 'dream lover'."

When Laisheng Lei heard this, he turned around and glanced at Fujiwara. Seeing that he was a little disappointed, he felt confused, and the movements of his hands stopped unconsciously.

"Fujiwara, something seems wrong with you. What happened?"

"Nothing. Do you want to crush the almond kernels?"

Fujiwara originally planned to stop talking about this issue in detail, but then he thought about it and thought that more than 600 days had passed since the acquaintance period. Even a piece of ice should have melted long ago.

"Yes, grind it with a porcelain stick in the small bowl over there."

Laisheng Lei, who has always been sensitive and observant, naturally understood what the other party was saying, but she, who had never liked fast pace, could not establish a close relationship in such a short period of time. After all, the two of them had only just met each other for the first time. Not long after a month passed.

Looking at Fujiwara Hoshikai who was silently pounding almonds, Laisheng Lei thought for a while and then directly protected Fujiwara's waist from behind.
  When Fujiwara turned around in confusion and wanted to ask, Laisheng burst into tears and smiled again:
  "How about going to an art exhibition together on Thursday? There is an exhibition of Hiramatsu Takao's works at the East-West Museum. I remember you said you liked this guy."

"Okay, just the two of us?"

"Well, it's just the two of us."

(End of this chapter)