Quick Travel to the Clouds

Chapter 542 The Little Demon 3

Luo Yunshuang wiped the sweat off her face with a towel while looking down at her phone: "Chu Chu, my acting class is almost up, I have to go there right away."

"Yeah, go ahead." Yun Chu was still guzzling water. He wiped his mouth and nodded cheerfully, "I'll go buy some food. What do you want for lunch? The fridge is almost empty."

Yun Chu was obviously much more interested in lunch than her sister who was in a hurry to go to class.

"I love everything you cook. You can buy whatever you want. I'm leaving now."

Luo Yunshuang took a taxi alone to a well-known performance studio in the east of the city.

In the quiet and professional classroom, she changed into loose-fitting training clothes and, along with several other young actors, under the guidance of an elegant teacher, conducted non-property acting training.

She immersed herself in it with full concentration, pondering and adjusting it over and over again, her brows sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed, striving to make every look, movement and pause precise.

Under the camera, she shed some of her morning nervousness and the public feeling brought by the live broadcast, and showed a kind of awe and desire for the profession itself.

This is her battlefield and the mountain she climbs tirelessly.

The live broadcast room became quiet, but the number of people online remained stable, and many people watched this [behind-the-scenes practice] seriously.

At the same time, Yun Chu, dressed in simple casual clothes, pushed a shopping cart and wandered in the light full of life in the fresh food area of ​​a large supermarket.

Yun Chu picked up a handful of green vegetables. She checked the freshness of the roots, pinched the tomatoes through the bag to check their softness, and looked at the color of the ribs under the light.

He muttered quietly, "Hmm, today's ribs are good, perfect for stewing...Have the clams spitted out all the sand?"

The shrewdness of that life is undoubtedly revealed.

【Hahaha, my sister is so professional in choosing vegetables! 】

[Just like my mom buying groceries! ]

Seeing the fresh sea bass, Yun Chu's eyes lit up and he gestured to the camera with a smile: "Hey, let's buy a fish! Steamed or braised? It depends on what my sister wants to eat for lunch."

Seeing fresh winter bamboo shoots again, she said, "Wow, this is great! It would be perfect with some fried bacon! And buy a piece of tofu..." The contents of her shopping cart became more and more abundant, and her plans changed flexibly as she discovered the ingredients.

[Watching Yun Chu buy groceries makes me hungry! ]

【I feel like everything my sister cooks tastes good! 】

Maybe because he was too focused, he accidentally bumped into the shelf next to him while pushing the cart, and two boxes of milk fell out.

Yun Chu exclaimed, quickly bent down to apologize, and quickly picked up and put it away. Her movements were quick and her cheeks were slightly red. She smiled awkwardly at the startled aunt next to her, then stuck out her tongue and made a "hush" gesture to the camera.

Small accidents make things seem more real and lovely.

【Hahahaha, social death scene! 】

[My sister is so cute! ]

[It's okay, it's okay, I understand! ]

Luo Yunshuang was immersed in thinking about her lines for the performance, while Yun Chu's shopping cart was already filled with fresh ingredients and the breath of life.

The live broadcast room has two screens, one is about the deep and quiet flow of water and the tempering of artistic pursuit; the other is about the bustling city life and the daily trivialities.

This seemingly separate yet closely connected double life is being presented to thousands of viewers simultaneously through the screen in a wonderful way, together outlining their "real" yet colorful 72-hour live broadcast.

Their live broadcast life has just revealed a corner of the morning, and it has already moved towards a broader and more daily picture of life.

Just after eleven in the morning, Luo Yunshuang pushed open the door. The cold winter air rushed into the room with her, but was quickly diluted by the warmth of the house and the faint aroma of food.

"Are you back?" Yun Chu's voice came from the kitchen, accompanied by the crisp sound of chopping vegetables. "Hurry up and wash your hands, change your clothes and rest for a while. I was just about to ask you what you want to eat for lunch!"

Luo Yunshuang took off her slightly heavy cashmere coat, with a look of concentration still on her face that had not completely faded from her acting class.

She walked into the kitchen and saw Yun Chu wearing a plain apron, concentrating on processing a piece of tender pork ribs. The "thump thump" sound of the knife blade hitting the chopping board was very rhythmic.

On the stove, a white clay pot was quietly emitting a tiny amount of steam, and water in a small pot next to it was gradually heating up.

The inconspicuous little camera hanging on the refrigerator door clearly recorded Yun Chu's smooth movements.

"How was the class?" Yun Chu asked without raising his head, his hands not stopping at all.

"Yeah, that's great. Teacher Li's key point about 'grasping the water cup without an object' is very inspiring to me."

As Luo Yunshuang spoke, she moved closer, her eyes sweeping over the ingredients on the counter, some juicy and some waiting to be processed - emerald green broccoli, bright red cherry tomatoes, foaming clams that had been stripped of mud and sand, a whole cleaned sea bass, plump white tofu cubes, and the winter bamboo shoots and a small piece of shiny bacon that Yun Chu had specially bought.

“…It’s so rich.”

"That's right!" Yun Chu threw the cut ribs into cold water to blanch the blood foam with a "clang" sound, and his movements were decisive and without hesitation. "The ingredients in the market are fresh today. Tell me quickly, what do you want to eat for lunch? I have three sets of backup plans!"

Yun Chu finally raised his head, with his usual slight smugness on his face, and read out the menu briskly:

"Option 1: Fresh and tender pork rib soup, steamed sea bass as the main course, and shrimp and broccoli;"

"Option 2: Clam and tofu soup, stir-fried bamboo shoots with bacon, and steamed spicy clam and egg custard;"

"Option three: braised pork ribs, shredded cabbage in vinegar, and tomato egg drop soup." She blinked. "Choose, Boss Luo?"

Watching my sister reading out the names of dishes fluently and listening to the names of those familiar and tempting home-cooked dishes.

Luo Yunshuang's tense heartstrings from the acting class completely relaxed, and she even developed a desire to participate - especially under the gaze of thousands of audiences, doing something within her ability seemed to ease the subtle passive feeling in her heart when being watched.

"Then...how about plan one? Something lighter." Luo Yunshuang said, rolling up her sleeves. "Let me help you. Do you want to wash the vegetables or cut something?"

The barrage immediately became active:

[Is Shuangshuang going to cook? Looking forward to it! ]

[The scene of sisters working together is so heartwarming! ]

【Ahhhh steamed fish! My love! 】

"Okay!" Yun Chu said readily, nodding his chin at the broccoli next to him. "First, help me break the broccoli into small florets and wash them clean."

Luo Yunshuang picked up the broccoli and began to work confidently. However, the imagined warm and harmonious scene of sisterly cooperation lasted less than three minutes.

The reality is:

Luo Yunshuang tried to break the broccoli into small florets of even size, but she applied uneven force and either broke off a lot of crumbs or broke off a large piece with a thick stem, and almost scattered the florets everywhere.

The originally large and beautiful green flower turned into a "remnant of defeated soldiers" of varying sizes and a slightly messy appearance in her hands.

"Uh..." Luo Yunshuang looked at the not-so-beautiful work on the plate, feeling a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, it's okay, just break it open." Yun Chu comforted him while his men were cutting the sea bass. The blade was clean and neat, and the depth was even.

Luo Yunshuang mustered up her courage and continued, "Is there anything else I can do? How about... chopping onions and ginger? I see that wok is getting hot."

"Just cut the green onions into small pieces and slice the ginger." Yun Chu glanced at the wok that was heating up quickly.