Fox in the Penalty Area

Because I have to fly to the airport, the training on Saturday will end earlier than usual.

However, Hu Lai still practiced a total of half an hour of penalty kicks and long shots in the training base, which ended the training.

When he returned to the locker room, his teammates were almost gone-the players who were selected for the big list took the bus to the airport as soon as possible, and the teammates who didn't need to go to the away field also changed long ago because they didn't practice. The good clothes left.

He took a shower in the locker room alone, put on a set of clean clothes, and then took the sports bag to the base parking lot.

Open the trunk of the blue champion sports car and put the backpack in it.

Go back to the driving position, fasten your seat belt, turn on the navigation system, enter "airport", select the first item "Leeds Bradford International Airport" to start navigation.

After doing this, he fastened his seat belt and drove the car slowly out of the parking lot.

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Wearing a peaked cap, sunglasses, and a mask, Li Qingqing is wearing a waist high-necked sweater and slim jeans. She is covered with a large and fluffy down jacket. She is dragging a silver twenty-inch suitcase in her hand. He is dressed as a standard tourist. The crowded airport terminal is not prominent.

She turned out from the exit of the airport terminal, glanced at the crowd picking up the plane, and did not see a familiar figure. So frowned slightly and took out the low-hair message on the phone:

"I'm out, how about you?"

"You turn right, walk past the toilet door, and then look to the left."

Li Qingqing frowned as she stared at this line, what is she doing? Underground party joint?

But she still obediently followed.

Turn right first, walk forward about 30 meters, see the sign of the toilet, do not enter, walk over.

Follow along and look to the left.

Saw a straight going elevator.

"People!" Li Qingqing, who still didn't see people, replied angrily.

As soon as it was sent out, and when I looked up again, I saw the same person wearing a cap, sunglasses and a mask turning from behind the elevator column.

At the same time, the phone in Li Qingqing's hand vibrated:

"look."

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Li Qingqing, who was sitting in the passenger seat, kept smiling.

Hu Lai helplessly complained: "You laughed all the way!"

"Can you blame me?" Li Qingqing defended with an unstoppable smile. "You have to do it like a secret connection. Next time, should we discuss the password in advance? If we don't agree, we will pretend not to know the same. Pass by?"

"Hey! Are you looking down on my popularity in this city? How about I pretend to be so, neither of us will be able to get out of the airport at that time!"

When he said this, Li Qingqing saw a football field outside the highway with two teams playing.

It just so happened that one side scored the goal, and the goalkeeper excitedly turned and ran outside the penalty area, and then... made a signature Hulai celebration.

They also shouted collectively: "HUUUUU!!!"

Seeing this scene, Li Qingqing's mouth curled up.

The car speeded by on the highway, leaving the cheers of those people behind.

They moved forward again, and Li Qingqing saw a row of two-story residential buildings with red roofs and blue-gray exterior walls obliquely in front.

A simple scaffold was erected on the outer wall of one of the buildings facing the highway. People standing on it were drawing a giant graffiti on the wall.

Although it hasn't been finished yet, she can guess how much she can figure out just by looking at the outline of the subject in the painting.

So she pointed to the row of houses and asked, "Are they painting you?"

While driving, Hu Lai took a glance and then retracted his gaze, and continued to stare at the front of the road: "Yes, I painted it."

"Ah!" Li Qingqing patted his palm suddenly, "I remember that in the documentary where you joined Leeds City, when you went to the Leeds City Club on your first day, Matt Dawn once said that sooner or later, you will too It was painted on the outer wall of their house by the fans of Leeds City... At the time you said that that day was too far away, but it was only two years now, right?"

Hu Lai nodded: "I didn't expect it myself."

Li Qingqing smiled and said, "It's great, you are now the hero of this city, Hu Lai!"

But soon she frowned again: "Since you are so popular, won't we be watched when we eat?"

Hu Lai smiled: "Don't worry, no one will disturb the place I am looking for!"

Li Qingqing turned his head and looked at his profile questioningly.

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Li Qingqing looked up at the two-story villa in front of him: "Wow, it turns out that the place you are looking for is your home!"

Hu Lai took out Li Qingqing's suitcase and his own bag from the trunk: "How about it? I won't be disturbed here, right?"

"Don't you still have a roommate, Morikawa?" Li Qingqing asked, looking back at him.

"He went with the team to London to fight the warship port."

Suddenly, Li Qingqing asked, "What do you eat at home?"

"Do it yourself, I'll let you **** craft! Go, go into the house." Hu Lai opened the door and let aside to make a please gesture.

Li Qingqing stepped forward and stood in the living room looking around.

Of course she saw the wine cabinet that was almost full at a glance, and the empty cabinet next to it.

So she looked back at Hu Lai.

"The empty cabinet belongs to Morikawa." Noting the expression in Li Qingqing's eyes, Hu Lai certainly knew what the expression meant, and he replied.

"Morikawa will also use it to pretend the best wine in the audience?" Li Qingqing was a little surprised.

"Yes."

"The defensive midfielder can't get the best of the game..."

"Morikawa knows, but he said it was not actually used to put trophies."

Li Qingqing didn't understand: "You said before that he really used it to pretend to be the best wine in the audience..."

"Yes, but it's difficult for a midfielder to take the best of the game, unless the performance is very, very good and impeccably good. Then every time he sees an empty cabinet, he will know that he is not good enough. , And continue to work hard."

Hearing Hu Lai’s explanation, Li Qingqing was stunned: "I understand why everyone said he was second in the middle..."

Hu Lai turned and walked to the kitchen, and opened the refrigerator door: "Whatever you want to eat, order whatever!"

Then Li Qingqing added before speaking, "As long as I have it in the refrigerator."

Li Qingqing frowned, "I never saw you cook..."

"Just kidding. When we were renting together in Jincheng, everyone took turns to cook breakfast. I cook for six people alone!"

Speaking, Hu Lai took out a steak from the refrigerator, and then took out carrots, potatoes, broccoli...

These ingredients piled up the countertops, and it was a posture to make a big effort.

"Fry a steak first, with carrots and broccoli as a side dish. Fry a potato later..."

After speaking, Hu Lai took out his mobile phone, found a recipe app, and clicked it...

Li Qingqing rolled her eyes: "Follow the recipe!"

"Can't it?"

"Didn't you say that you can do it? It's so simple to cook a steak, and you still have to follow the recipe?"

"This is called'serious, thoughtful and meticulous, reliable, and foolproof'!" Hu Lai said and began to study the recipe. "First step, first..."

Li Qingqing stepped forward and took the steak from the plate: "I'll do it."

"Can you do it?" Hu Lai doubted.

Li Qingqing ignored him and got busy.

Hu Lai stood by and watched her first use kitchen paper to absorb the blood on the surface of the steak, then lightly pat the steak on both sides with the back of a knife a few times, and then asked Hu Lai: "Are there toothpicks?"

"Why do you want a toothpick?" Although Hu Lai expressed doubts, he still took the toothpick from the dining table.

Li Qingqing took the toothpick and began to pierce the steak: "This will make it easier to taste when marinated. Of course, if you want to eat low-salt, let's talk about it separately."

After piercing the holes, Li Qingqing rubbed salt and pepper on both sides of the steak and put them aside. Then start to make room to cut potatoes, carrots, and broccoli.

Seeing her proficient movements, Hu Lai looked down at the recipe, what steps should it take?

But Li Qingqing obviously doesn't need to read the recipes. After cutting all the side dishes, she finds a soup pot to fill with water, pours all the vegetables into it, and cooks it in the morning.

After the vegetables were almost cooked, she glanced at the time, took the pot away, put the pan on the fire, and put a lump of butter in it.

Soon the special smell of butter wafted out of the room.

At this time, Li Qingqing just put the marinated steak into the oil pan and fry the blood water on high fire. Then it flips every ten or twenty seconds.

As she turned her skillfully, the oil stars splashed slightly in the pot, and the fragrance filled the room.

Hu Lai took a sip of water and heard Li Qingqing's chuckle.

He quickly changed the subject: "I'm here to fry eggs."

After speaking, he turned and went to the refrigerator.

Take the egg, take out another small pan and place it on the stove next to it. Li Qingqing cast a suspicious look at him.

Hu Lai snorted, feeling this gaze: "Let you see my craftsmanship."

After that, put the butter in the same way and turn on the heat to melt the oil.

After the fat melted, he beat the eggs out of the pot.

The white part of the egg white soon began to solidify, and the yolk was sealed in the middle, and a round omelette was taking shape.

"How?" Hu Lai glanced at Li Qingqing triumphantly.

"It's great," Li Qingqing replied perfunctorily. "You have reached the level of my seven-year-old!"

"Hey!" The despised Hu Lai decided to show his hand~www.readwn.com~ You wait for me to give you a spoon! "

Li Qingqing was shocked: "Don't let it go?"

Digging the spoon is not a casually successful action. The egg yolk is obviously not solidified yet. If the yolk is scattered, the fried egg will lose its appearance...

Hu Lai sneered: "It's time to show real technology!"

Li Qingqing watched nervously at Hu Lai's hand holding the pot handle, and heard him solemnly say: "Show your ugliness!"

Wrist shook.

The pan turned upside down.

The yellow and white round omelet rose into the air, tumbling in the air for a week, two weeks, three weeks, and all around... it drew a parabola, flew out of the stove, and landed on the restaurant floor at the back.

Perfect interpretation of a sunrise and sunset.

(End of this chapter)