Gu Xiaoyou retracted her gaze helplessly, and simply went to the kitchen to take out the storybook she hadn't finished reading.

She came back with the stories produced by Jiumen Books, holding the books with relish, and fanning the wind from time to time to add firewood.

In this way, the two people in the backyard, one was playing attentively with his mobile phone, and the other was holding a book and making silly music from time to time.

It wasn't until the sunlight waned that Gu Xiaoyou closed the book.

The mobile phone in Mu Wuchen's hand also vibrate, and he stretched out his finger and swiped on the screen: "It's time." ”

"Oh, good." Gu Xiaoyou responded and extinguished the fire on the stove.

Before the chess game in his hand was finished, Mu Wuchen put his mobile phone into his sleeve and put on heat-insulating gloves: "I'll get the roast chicken." ”

"Okay, thank you." Gu Xiaoyou leaned over with the iron plate: "Just put it on the iron plate." ”

"Hmm." Mu Wuchen answered, opened the oven door, and took out the roast chicken, which was wrapped in oilskin paper, and it was still steaming.

"Be careful." Gently put the roast chicken on the iron plate, Mu Wuchen admonished.

"Got it, the iron plate in the oven, you can take it out when it's cold." Gu Xiaoyou admonished, and then brought the roast chicken back to the lobby.

Putting the roast chicken on the table, Gu Xiaoyou had just lit the candlestick in the lobby, and Mu Wuchen walked in with an iron plate.

"Aren't your hands hot?" Gu Xiaoyou got up to greet him, but he didn't have any heat-insulating tools at hand, so he had to give up his position and point to the nearest table: "Put it there." ”

"Don't worry, it's not hot at all." Mu Wuchen comforted lightly, and put the iron plate on the table steadily: "This glove is very useful." ”

"Of course it works, I made it myself." Gu Xiaoyou said proudly.

"Oh, what did you make it of." Mu Wuchen asked with interest.

"It's nothing more than insulating materials." Gu Xiaoyou explained that in ancient times, there was no material she wanted most, so she could only superimpose the heat-insulating things to achieve the current effect.

"I see." Mu Wuchen took off his gloves and put them aside, and sat down on the chair.

Gu Xiaoyou went to pour tea for the hero: "What tea do you want to drink?" I have chrysanthemum tea, milk tea, and Biluochun here. ”

After waiting for a long time and not hearing Mu Wuchen's response, she looked back and saw Mu Wuchen half-leaning on the back of the chair, holding his mobile phone, playing chess intently.

Shaking his head helplessly, Gu Xiaoyou poured a cup of ready-made milk tea: "Drink tea." ”

"Okay, let it go." Mu Wuchen didn't raise his eyelids, and responded casually.

Wrinkled his nose dissatisfied, Gu Xiaoyou slandered in his heart, this guy is really an uncle everywhere.

Gu Xiaoyou raised his hand on his face, raised the corners of his eyes, and grimaced at him.

"I see it." Mu Wuchen spoke in a cold tone.

Gu Xiaoyou hurriedly put his hand on his temples and rubbed it, and pretended to say, "I suddenly feel dizzy, I'll rub it." ”

Running away while kneading, Gu Xiaoyou ran all the way back to the kitchen and quietly glanced at Mu Wuchen.

Mu Wuchen raised his eyes lightly and glanced at her, Gu Xiaoyou hurriedly retreated into the kitchen and patted the position of his heart: "Mom, is this guy clairvoyant?" ”

How did he see it?

Even if he was curious, Gu Xiaoyou didn't dare to probe at will, and honestly prepared tableware in the kitchen.

She mentally estimated the time, the roast chicken should be cold now.

Holding the tableware and returning to the lobby, Gu Xiaoyou stretched out his finger and poked the oily paper on the roast chicken.

The temperature on the paper has dropped a lot, and Gu Xiaoyou is relieved to boldly open the oilskin paper.

As the oily paper peels off, a rich aroma of roast chicken comes out.

The honey-colored roasted chicken was also revealed, and Gu Xiaoyou praised: "Wow, it looks very appetizing." ”

"Stop playing with your phone, come over and eat roast chicken." Gu Xiaoyou hurriedly summoned.

"Hmm." Mu Wuchen's eyes were still glued to the chess game, and he responded lightly when he heard the words.

"Eat it while it's hot." Gu Xiaoyou strode to Mu Wuchen's side and stretched out his hand to cover the screen of his mobile phone: "You've been playing for almost an hour, you hurt your eyes and neck, it's time to rest." ”

"But the chess game ......" Mu Wuchen frowned, his chess was not finished yet.

"The Divine Sense will remember the chess game, and you will continue to play next time." Gu Xiaoyou flickered, took back the phone, pressed the save button on the chess game, quickly exited the software, and hid it.

"Okay, okay, the consciousness is resting." Showing the mobile phone interface to Mu Wuchen and glancing at it, Gu Xiaoyou persuaded bitterly: "Next time we play, let's eat first." ”

Seeing that there was no Go icon on his phone, Mu Wuchen sighed: "Okay." ”

After saying that, he reluctantly walked to the table of roast chicken and sat down.

Gu Xiaoyou breathed a sigh of relief, how did she feel like a parent coaxing her child to eat.

This year's food testers are not easy to bring, but Liang'er is the best.

Without her asking more, Liang'er took the initiative to say a small composition of more than 100 words to praise her food.

Let's get an oven in the mansion another day, and make roast chicken and duck for her little taster, which must be a special sense of accomplishment.

With her longing for Liang'er, Gu Xiaoyou walked back to the dining table, she picked up the fork knife and began to slice the roast chicken.

Roast chicken is not as particular as roast duck, as long as the belt meat is sliced.

Gu Xiaoyou tried his best to evenly slice the meat, although the action was a little slow, but the meat slices were not bad.

Mu Wuchen raised his eyebrows, it was the first time he had seen someone make a knife like this, no wonder she wanted to watch the video and find that half-baked man to teach.

He was admiring the old cow's roast chicken technique like a cart, so he listened to Gu Xiaoyou's dissatisfied urging: "Don't just look at it, eat it." ”

"Okay." Mu Wuchen lazily picked up the chopsticks, took a slice of grilled chicken, and brought it to his mouth.

The chicken skin is very crispy, the grilled chicken is tender and chewy, and there is a sweet milky fragrance in the mouth.

"How's it going, is it delicious?" Gu Xiaoyou blinked a few times and asked expectantly.

"Not bad." Mu Wuchen said lightly, picked up another slice of roast chicken, and ate it slowly.

"Yes, yes, you can say two words, it's not as good as the flavor in the morning." Gu Xiaoyou muttered.

Mu Wuchen swallowed the chicken in his mouth, and said slowly: "The taste is sweet, the mouth is fragrant, the color and flavor are complete, but the sale of your piece is a little different." ”

"Wow, you can say so many adjectives." Gu Xiaoyou automatically blocked the bad comments: "It seems that my roast chicken can also be popular." ”

She happily brought over the iron plate of roasted vegetables: "I prepared potato chips, there should be corn and broccoli, I forgot to prepare, you will just take a look and taste it." ”