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Ying Chanxi didn't know how long he held her.

It wasn't until the sound of the door being opened was heard outside, and Lin Xiuhong and Li Guohong came back from shopping for groceries, that Ying Chanxi hurriedly let go of Li Luo, her face flushed with embarrassment, her ears burning, her head lowered, not daring to look up at him.

"I'm going to use the bathroom." Li Luo coughed twice, moved away from the bedroom door, walked toward the bathroom, and straightened his trousers.

Ying Chanxi also nodded and whispered: "I'll help Aunt Lin cook."

After saying that, she hurriedly opened the bedroom door and trotted out.

Just on the way to the kitchen, I temporarily went into the bathroom in the corridor and washed my face with cold water. After looking in the mirror to make sure that I couldn't see the blush on my face, I pursed my lips and wiped out the joy at the corner of my mouth.

It calmed down.

But in this way, when Ying Chanxi came to the kitchen door, Yan Zhusheng had already followed Lin Xiuhong into the kitchen and put on an apron.

After studying in a seven-person study group during the summer vacation, Yan Zhusheng took the time to learn a lot of kitchen knowledge from Lin Xiuhong, who came to cook every day.

So now that we are starting to get started, it has reached a level where it can be used.

Although he is not as handy as Ying Chanxi, he is no longer a kitchen novice like Xu Youyu.

When Ying Chanxi saw this scene, he immediately pursed his lips.

Yan Zhusheng noticed Ying Chanxi and said, "Xixi, go and have a rest. There are washed fruits on the table that we picked at the farmhouse in the morning. They are very fresh."

"It's okay." Ying Chanxi smiled slightly when he saw this scene, then turned around and returned to the bedroom.

After a while, Yan Zhusheng felt that there was an extra person in the kitchen.

Turning around, he saw that Ying Chanxi was wearing a newly purchased apron and had joined the kitchen team.

"Just let Aunt Lin take care of the cooking. Just leave the food preparation to me and Zhusheng." Ying Chanxi stepped in between Lin Xiuhong and Yan Zhusheng, successfully took over the kitchen knife and chopping board, and then asked, "Aunt Lin, what are you going to do tonight?"

What?"

"It's all your favorites, Coke chicken wings, tomato scrambled eggs..."

"Yeah, I know." Ying Chanxi knew how to prepare the vegetables as soon as he heard the name of the dish. He quickly started chopping the vegetables and ordered Yan Zhusheng to wash, pickle and plate the vegetables.

With two cute and capable little girls helping her, it was rare for Lin Xiuhong to feel that cooking was something that could be enjoyed so much.

to be honest.

If when it comes to cooking, you can only do the cooking step, and other steps can be omitted, I believe that many more people will fall in love with cooking.

When cooking a meal, almost 90% of the time is spent on preparing the ingredients, handling the ingredients, and washing dishes and cleaning after the meal.

Simply cooking and eating don't take up much time.

Now that two little girls were helping her and taking care of all these tedious steps, Lin Xiuhong even felt free all of a sudden.

Standing in front of the pot to see how they are cooking, occasionally giving instructions, and when the dishes are ready, bring them over and put them in the pot.

After using the bathroom, Li Luo walked out of the bedroom and saw the scene in the kitchen. He raised his eyebrows immediately, then smiled and helped his mother take out the fried dishes and put them on the dining table.

At this time, Li Guohong was sitting on the sofa in the living room with his legs crossed, happily watching TV.

Li Luo saw that he couldn't help but take out a cigarette from his trouser pocket, so he stepped forward and said, "Dad, if you don't want to be scolded by mom, you'd better go to the balcony or the corridor outside to smoke."

"I didn't want to smoke in the first place." Li Guohong rolled his eyes at him, took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth, "Just smell it."

This is where Li Luo and his children study. Lin Xiuhong had already banned him from smoking in the living room, so Li Guohong naturally did not dare to smoke here.

Even if you are addicted to smoking, you still have to smell this tobacco smell to satisfy your craving.

"When I'm in the office, your mother won't let me smoke." Li Guohong sighed, "To have a cigarette, I have to go outside to bask in the sun. It's really miserable."

"Dad, if you have a chance, try quitting smoking." Li Luo glanced at him and then said, "Our family will not be short of money in the future. You can find some hobbies and cultivate them without borrowing cigarettes or alcohol."

The sorrow is gone."

Although Li Guohong did not suffer from any serious illness in his previous life, Lin Xiuhong became seriously ill.

But smoking is still very harmful to the body.

Moreover, the root cause of Lin Xiuhong's serious illness may also be caused by the subtle and subtle exposure to second-hand smoke every day.

However, the matter of quitting smoking can only be talked about. The key lies in the individual. Li Luo does not expect that his father will quit with just one or two words.

Fortunately, the conditions at home are good now, and my parents no longer have to work early in the morning or late at night. My mother asks my father to smoke in a place where no one is around, and my father is willing to listen.

If it were the family conditions and environment in his previous life, if Li Guohong was in a bad mood, he might just smoke in the living room.

If Lin Xiuhong is not happy, if she just says a few words, the two of them will start to quarrel over such a trivial matter.

So, although money is not everything.

But sometimes, just such subtle differences can lead to huge changes in a family.

Seeing this, Li Luo also smiled knowingly. After chatting with his father for a few more words, he brought a plate of fruit and came to the door of Xu Youyu's room and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

"I."

"Just come in."

"Coming."

Li Luo opened the door and saw Xu Youyu sitting attentively at the computer desk, typing on the keyboard. It seemed that his coding status was pretty good today.

He put the fruit on the table and then said: "My parents are here today and we will have dinner together tonight."

"Oh." Xu Youyu nodded, then opened his mouth and said, "Feed me a little."

"Which one?"

"banana."

Li Luo peeled the banana, stuffed it into Xu Youyu's mouth, and she bit it.

"Why are you so diligent today?"

"Oh, how could I not be diligent?" Xu Youyu took a bite of the banana in Li Luo's hand with dissatisfaction, "Don't look down on others."

"We published the book at about the same time." Li Luo chuckled, "Now I have 2.4 million words, what about you?"

"Hmph." Xu Youyu's arrogance was immediately extinguished when he heard Li Luo mention the word count, and he muttered in a low voice, "It's only eight hundred thousand more than me."

"I currently have 300,000 words of manuscripts saved." Li Luo made precise adjustments, "So there should actually be a gap of more than 1 million words."

"Fuck! Shut up!" Xu You jumped up from his chair angrily and hit him, "I'm usually very busy, too. I don't know why you write so much."

The two people were having a fight in the room.

"Speaking of which." Xu Youyu panted and sat back on the chair, asking Li Luo, "You have already written more than two million words in this book. At this rate, in three or four months, won't it be more than three million words?"

Already?"

"I now have nearly 1.6 million words. I feel confident that if I write more than 1 million words, I will be able to finish it. I will try to finish it before the college entrance examination."

"How long do you plan to write this book?"

"Me?" Li Luo leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, "I don't know. Just keep writing if you can."

For Xu Youyu, besides being fun and making money, writing online articles probably still has a little bit of the pursuit of a young literary person.

Pursue something of certain content and value.

But for Li Luo, he doesn't pursue this thing.

He writes novels purely to make money, and to have fun writing some interesting plots along the way. It is enough for him to be happy when he writes and for readers to read interestingly.

To be honest, he had already learned a lot about the art of showing off and slapping people in the face in entertainment in his previous life.

I have a memory palace in this life, and I use it with great proficiency.

But when I have enough deconstructive perspectives on the coolness in my mind, when I write this kind of plot, I can no longer bring him that kind of coolness.

On the contrary, after writing a pretentious plot, it becomes a kind of fun to guess and predict the readers' reaction to the plot.

And the longer and more you write, the more the author will develop a certain intuition.

Once a certain plot is written, it is basically possible to accurately predict the reader's reaction.

You can even specially design sections to arouse readers' emotions for this purpose.

But apart from these, for Li Luo now, the greatest pleasure in writing the book "I'm Really Not a Star" is obviously the emotional entanglement and ambiguity between the male protagonist and the three female protagonists.

Whenever he writes about relevant content, he always bursts out with more passion than writing pretentious plots.

Coupled with the constant supply of material around him in reality, it made him even more comfortable writing.

All I can say is that creation cannot be like a tree without roots. It must be accumulated in order to produce a steady stream of output.

"Is it possible that you can keep writing? There will always be an ending." Xu Youyu looked confused.

"Aren't you following it?" Li Luo laughed and said, "Although it already has more than two million words, the number of works produced by the protagonist is actually not particularly large."

"In terms of music, Mo Qinghan has two albums, the second one is still in progress, and the protagonist's solo album has also been laid."

"In terms of TV series, Jiang Mingyue started with the first one, and then two Shen Dongdong ones, one with the supporting actress and one with the heroine."

"After that, Jiang Mingyue entered the film industry and just filmed her first movie."

"I have participated in two variety shows, and there will be a storyline where the protagonist creates his own variety show in the future."

When Li Luo said this, he spread his hands: "This is the advantage of the fictional background of entertainment. It will not be bound by the real timeline, and it can be directly used in various works."

"Music, TV series, movies, variety shows, walking on four legs, the progress of the plot is actually very slow."
To be continued...