The two people secretly lowered their heads and lowered their voices to communicate, thinking that they were unaware of the ghosts, and they didn't know that they were showing the four words "being a thief".

Jiang Yingli originally wanted to come out and ask, but who knew that as soon as he poked his head out of the kitchen, he saw the sneaky appearance of Qiu Muyun and Mao Ji, and the expression on Qiu Muyun's face was also very weird, and the two of them revealed a familiar atmosphere all over their bodies.

What are the two of them talking about, to be so careful? Jiang Yingli flashed the first thought that this was this, but later he smelled an abnormal breath.

The expression on Qiu Muyun's face was really wrong, it was clear that he knew this old man! Then why did you pretend to be unfamiliar in front of yourself before?

And this old man, at the beginning, he came for himself, or for Qiu Muyun, no wonder, as a beggar, he didn't want silver to ask for a hot meal, and she was so kind!

The more Jiang Yingli thought about it, the more annoyed she became, feeling that she had been played by someone in partnership, and under the annoyance and anger, she did not restrain the strength in her hand, and broke the handful of green vegetables in her hand.

"What are you talking about, so happy." Jiang Yingli pinched the handful of green vegetables that were broken at the waist in his hand, and came to the two of them with a very hypocritical smile.

Frightened, Qiu Muyun immediately sat up straight, his face was very solemn, and his tone was still so soft, but his eyes were unconsciously aside, and he didn't dare to look directly at Jiang Yingliang: "I didn't talk about anything, I just asked where this old man came from." ”

As soon as Jiang Yingli saw Qiu Muyun like this, he knew that he was weak-hearted, which confirmed his previous guess, and looking at Mao Yun again, he was much calmer, still looking pitiful.

"Really? That's good, the old man still needs to care more, you can continue to entertain guests, I'll go in and cook. The smile on Jiang Yingliang's face was a little stronger.

Somehow, Qiu Muyun looked at the smile on Jiang Yinglian's face, and suddenly felt that there was some infiltration, and his back couldn't help but feel cold.

Jiang Yingli deliberately came out to test it, and sure enough, he guessed it. It's so mysterious, you don't have to think about it, you can guess which force the old man who came to the door on purpose.

It must be the group behind Qiu Muyun, but it's strange to say, last time she just thought that Mao was not a simple beggar, and now there is a mysterious old beggar.

Could it be that behind Qiu Muyun is the beggar gang.

Qiu Muyun was a little annoyed, but at this time, he was amused by his own thoughts, but he just laughed a little. Anyway, these two people teamed up to deceive themselves, and they had to cook for them themselves!

What an unforgivable sin! Very bad!

Jiang Yingliang's face darkened, and the greens in her hand were once again twisted off by the waist, becoming very short and fragmented, and she saw that she received all the greens in the basket and put them aside.

The recipe that I had been thinking about earlier would not be used now, since the old beggar was from Qiu Muyun's side, that is to say, it was impossible for him to be a real beggar, and he could not have been hungry for a long time.

Glancing at the pot, Jiang Yingli didn't even put the oil on his expressionless face, and directly poured the rice left over from noon into it, and didn't stir-fry it with a spatula, just let the hot bottom of the pot gradually burn the rice.

Even Jiang Yingli was afraid that the paste would not be thorough enough, so he kindly waved the spatula twice, flipped a ball of rice over, and burned the other side.

"What does it smell like?" Qiu Muyun chatted and chatted, and suddenly smelled a burning smell, and couldn't help but wonder a little, Jiang Yinglian's craftsmanship has always been very good, and low-level mistakes like fried paste would not be made.

Mao had already looked at Qiu Muyun's increasingly strong body, and he could also guess that Jiang Yingwei had a good way of running a family, so he was relieved and bold to come up and try the craftsmanship. So I didn't think in the direction of her fried paste.

Until Jiang Yingpi walked towards them with a pot of black and mushy things without smiling......

The coolness behind Qiu Muyun was even stronger, and he felt that Jiang Yingliang's smile at the moment was really terrifying, and it was really creepy......

"Reflection." Qiu Muyun glanced at her cautiously, and his tone became softer. For some reason, there is always a feeling of being caught.

Jiang Yingli just smiled, ignored him, and looked at Mao Ji instead: "Old man, I'm really sorry, I'm not good at craftsmanship, and I accidentally fried the rice a little bit, but I tried it just now, and I can still eat it." If you beg for so long, you shouldn't be a picky eater or waste food. ”

Mao had looked at the pot of black and mushy rice, and swallowed his saliva unconsciously, quite a feeling that he had hit his feet with a stone.

But in the face of Jiang Yingliang, he naturally couldn't show his flaws, he could only maintain his "personality" to the end, and nodded with a smile.

"That's good, while the food is still hot, let's eat it quickly. It's not good to get cold later. ”

Jiang Yingli was very enthusiastic about preparing bowls and chopsticks for Mao, and even went into battle in person, filled a full bowl, and piled up a mountaintop, which looked like a small black mountain from a distance.

Of course, she naturally did not forget Qiu Muyun's share, and the two of them got a bowl of Little Black Mountain each.

At this time, Zhang Wen also smelled the smell of burning, which Jiang Yingliang's family basically never appeared, and she couldn't help but come over to take a look at the situation when she was curious.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw this scene of crying and laughing.

Why Jiang Yingli did this, she didn't know, but what was certain was that she naturally had to cooperate.

"Ah, it's time to eat." Zhang Wenqiang couldn't hold back a smile and looked at the pot of black fried rice as if it was very normal, "I just made some more pork ribs that Jiang Cheng likes to eat, and I just wanted to bring Jiang Cheng over to taste it." ”

Jiang Yingli only cared about his own anger, but he forgot that there was such a child as Jiang Cheng with a long body, and when he saw Zhang Wen coming over to relieve himself, he was naturally overjoyed.

"The old man hasn't eaten for so long, so he must eat more. Jiang Cheng, follow Sister Zhang over to eat. So, Jiang Yingli just pushed the boat down the river and let Zhang Wen take Jiang Cheng away.

At this time, Qiu Muyun couldn't use Jiangcheng as an excuse to cook again, so he could only look at each other with Mao and Mao and pick up the bowl hard.

Jiang Yingli looked at the two people in front of him with a smile, and seeing that Qiu Muyun was very hesitant, he smiled and asked, "Xianggong, is this disgusting my craftsmanship?" If you don't want to eat, don't force it, just pour it directly. ”

A very strong desire to survive smelled the smell of danger, Qiu Muyun looked at the increasingly terrifying smile on Jiang Yinglian's face, and immediately shook his head; "I didn't, I wasn't."

Then, in order to show his sincerity, he immediately took a big bite of it.

Seeing that Qiu Muyun couldn't escape this catastrophe, Mao had already completely given up the struggle, and he ate hard. The burnt smell wrapped around his nose and mouth, making him nearly suffocate.

"Your craft...... It's truly unique. ”

At the end, Mao had already beaten his chest, forcing himself to swallow the rice balls blocked in his throat, and praised Jiang Yingli with difficulty and covering his conscience.