Chapter 112: Cooking

Zhang Yi looked at the decoration in the villa blankly, thinking shamelessly.

After a while, Zhang Yi put away his shameless face and put the tools down, intending to enjoy the touch of the imported leather sofa.

At this time, Daoist Zifeng spoke: "What are you doing? The job isn't done yet. ”

"And what? Isn't the rune array already laid out? Zhang Yi pouted.

"Have you forgotten the precautions in the hospital room in the first place?" Wang Fan interjected on the side.

"Alas......" After Zhang Yi sighed, he looked at the imported leather sofa.

The four of them held the evil breaking talisman, the positive yang talisman, the five emperor coins, the incense ash and so on...... He began to decorate the villa, pasting yellow charms on the windows and doors, placing five emperor coins in the corners and corners of the villa rooms, and sprinkling incense ash on the windows and doorways.

After the villa was almost furnished, the four of them came to the operating room where Meng Yunxin was going to give birth. I saw that this operating room is no different from the operating room of a large hospital, there is everything that should be there, and many of the instruments are still new.

Seeing this, Zhang Yi once again refreshed Mr. Liu's degree.

"Are we okay going in? Is it really okay to paste these yellow symbols? Isn't the operating room sterile? Zhang Yi looked at the white operating room and asked.

"Yellow Fu has to be pasted if there is a fungus!" Daoist Zifeng said decisively. "I'll call them to kill the poison later!" After finishing speaking, Daoist Zifeng strode in with a stack of talismans.

"You can post as many yellow talismans as you want, and put as much money as you have left in the Five Emperors." Daoist Zifeng slapped a yellow talisman against the wall and said to the other three.

And just like that, the four of them began to get busy. Half an hour later, the four of them pasted a clean and white operating room in yellow.

"Okay, gossip mirror for me." Daoist Zifeng spread his hand to Zhang Yi and said.

Zhang Yi took out the gossip mirror from his backpack with his backhand and handed it over.

Daoist Zifeng took the gossip mirror and raised his hand to hang it at the door of the operating room, but the door of the operating room did not have a threshold bar like an ordinary door outside, it was very slippery, and there was no place to hang it.

Zifeng Daoist: "Forehead ......" (ー_ー)!!

"Who has nails?" Daoist Zifeng put down his hand wall and turned his head to ask.

"I have!" Yan Bo touched his body and pulled out an iron nail with his backhand.

"God, go find a hammer again!"

"What kind of hammer do you want, I'll just shoot it in." Wang Fan snatched the iron nail from Yan Bo's hand and said proudly.

Wang Fan came to the door with an iron nail, looked up and was directly stunned.

The height is not enough, a big difference! Zifeng Daoist is height is one meter eight, while Wang Fan's height is less than one meter six.

"What! What do you see? Are you enough? Wang Fan turned his head and stared at the three of them viciously and said.

"I've got enough!" Zifeng Daoist puffed up his chest and said proudly.

Wang Fan: (งǒ dish ǒ) ง⁼³₌₃

Yan Bo:(; ¬＿¬)

ZHANG Yi: (ーー; )

In the end, Yan Bo and Zhang Yi each hugged Wang Fan on one leg and lifted Wang Fan up. After Wang Fan was lifted, he stood on the cement wall above the gate with an iron needle in one hand, and slapped the iron nail into it with a palm.

Authentic Shaolin Mighty King Kong Palm!

After slapping into the iron nail, Daoist Zifeng threw the gossip mirror at Wang Fan, and Wang Fan reached out to catch the gossip mirror in the air and hung it up.

After tossing the matter of the Bagua Mirror, Daoist Zifeng waved his hand and said, "Let's go to dinner!"

It's okay not to say it, but I'm really hungry!

When I came to the living room, I saw that the dining table in the living room was empty, and there were not even a single chopstick.

"Uncle Feng, what about the meal?" Yan Bo shook the fat on his body, pointed to the table and asked.

"Wow! I forgot, I had to make my own food. Zifeng Daoist patted his head and said.

"And who's going to cook!?" Wang Fan asked.

Four people, you look at me, I look at you, but no one comes out.

"I'll do it!" In the end, Zhang Yi sighed deeply and stood up.

"Okay, the ingredients are in the refrigerator in the kitchen, remember to make more than ten people!" Daoist Zifeng pointed to the kitchen and said.

"Ten? Where are so many people? ”(*ﾟﾛﾟ)!!

"There are four of us, four medical staff, and the husband and wife of the Void Emperor Altar. Ah, no! Ms. Dream has one more in her belly, it should be eleven! Daoist Zifeng said, snapping his fingers.

Zhang Yi instantly understood that he was still too young. For Mao to jump out and say that he can cook, now it's okay, it is estimated that the next few days will be packed!

"I'm so tired...... Zhang Yi said, clutching his chest.

"Hurry up and do it, so many mouths are waiting for you!" Yan Bo urged on the side.

"The rations for eleven people, I can't be busy alone, I have to come to someone to help me!" Zhang Yi looked at the three people in front of him and said.

These three people, you look at me, I look at you, and none of them want to fight.

"Rock-paper-scissors, whoever loses will go! All right? Zifeng Daoist said.

“ok！”

"Yes!"

In this way, the three of them began to rock-paper-scissors, and after a tragic battle, Yan Bo took the lead in breaking out of the encirclement, and then after a tragic bloody battle, Zifeng Daoist finally narrowly won out.

Wang Fan looked at his fist being killed by Booker of the Wind Daoist, and he couldn't wait to swallow his fist.

"Over to you!" Daoist Zifeng patted Wang Fan and Zhang Yi on the shoulders and said with relief.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zifeng Daoist and Yan Bo directly turned their heads and threw themselves on the sofa, turned on the TV one and the PS4, and then took out the game controller from under the coffee table and played.

After Zhang Yi and Wang Fan looked enviously for a while, they reluctantly walked to the kitchen.

When I went to the kitchen and opened a super large side-by-side refrigerator, I found that it was full of ingredients.

After Zhang Yi looked at the ingredients, he took out a few and handed them to Wang Fan, took a few more ingredients himself, and began to make them.

Wang Fan took the ingredients and dealt with them quickly, looking at this posture, he would definitely cook.

In other words, ordinary people's gas stoves have two eyes, but here they are actually six eyes, and they are side by side.

Also thanks to the six-eyed gas stove and Wang Fan laid his hand below. An hour and a half later, Zhang Yi had finished the rations for eleven people.

"It's time to eat!" Zhang Yi took out a bowl of scallion oil crab and said.

As soon as they heard this, the two people on the sofa threw the game controller and rushed over, looking really hungry.

"Call out the hospital staff and the Void Emperor Altar too!" Zhang Yi said after putting down the scallion oil crab.

When Daoist Zifeng heard this, he took out his mobile phone and made a call. Not long after, except for Meng Yunxin, who was inconvenient, the rest of the people came.

Fourteen dishes, a full table, with braised chicken wings, tomato scrambled eggs, braised broad beans, sweet and sour tenderloin, stir-fried potato chips, pork ribs stewed with mushrooms and so on...... In short, there are meat, vegetarian and soup!

After being polite for a while, everyone sat around the table and ate.

"Who makes this dish? Well done! After tasting the Void Emperor Altar, he raised his head and asked.

"Whoa! Xiao Yi did it. Daoist Zifeng pointed at Zhang Yi and said.

As soon as they heard this, the two nurses stared at Zhang Yi's face, muttering in their hearts how they would ask for Zhang Yi's contact information.

After all, there are not many boys who can cook now, and they still cook so deliciously, and their faces can still be seen in the past, a good man at home.