Stop him from cooking.

Fengli didn't know why she was asking, and thought she was just hungry.

"Ah Yu, the kitchen is on the first floor, and there is porridge on the table next to it, if you are hungry, you can eat it yourself."

Huang Qianqian: "!! ”

Depend on!

As expected!

She really knew him too well, and before she could destroy the kitchen, this guy had already made porridge.

No, no, no, hurry up, hurry up.

Before the people on the ground could react, Huang Qianqian ran over.

You're going to have to get rid of that bit of stuff first.

Feng Li looked at her departing back in a hurry.

So I couldn't help but feel a little flustered.

He immediately followed.

Huang Qianqian came to the restaurant on the first floor as quickly as possible.

Found a large basin of ...... on the dining table Gruel.

Then she had a headache just by looking at the big pot.

Then she plucked up the courage to go up and take a look.

Originally, she still thought that maybe this plane had successfully lit up her culinary skills.

However, it turns out that she really thinks too much.

This time it's red......

Red ......

It's actually red......

And it's the kind of dark red, which makes people look a bit like a pot for a moment...... Blood......

I...... Say!

Is this really something for people to eat?

Daughter-in-law, both of us are not good at cooking, so don't go to spoil the kitchen, okay?

No, no, this thing is unacceptable.

Quickly pour it out, and you can't keep it.

[Boss, boss, stop! ] 】

A dog that was grabbed out of someone's pocket and didn't know where it came from.

The poor dog is doing his last bit to stop her.

The host was really too hard.

Is the porridge that was finally made so hard to be thrown away by her like this?

How to drop? Still not let it fall? Do you want to drink it?

The dog looked at the blood-like thing in front of him, and his little feet shrank back unconsciously.

[This、What's so embarrassing about this, this is made by the master for the boss to eat]

Huang Qianqian looked at this hypocritical stinky dog.

She reached out and grabbed it, and the dog flounced on his little short legs to escape.

Huang Qianqian carried him to the top of the blood-red porridge.

You don't have to be so polite, you can drink it if you want.

The dog saw the porridge that was suspected to be a biological weapon getting closer and closer to him underneath.

[Ahhh Help me! Help me! Boom! Isn't it okay for the Lun family to be wrong? Boss, let me go! 】

I'm sorry for you, master, it's really not my fault!

It's really the porridge you made is too unpalatable!

Huang Qianqian glanced at him, then raised his hand and threw the guy out.

"Boom!"

After a loud bang, the dog hit the ground again with his face first.

Huang Qianqian hurriedly picked up the pot of things and prepared to throw them all away.

Ran goose, God seems to be deliberately playing tricks on people.

Fengli slowly walked down the stairs.

The first thing he saw was a dog lying on the ground.

Then I saw her take the pot of porridge he had made.

"Ah Yu."

Fengli called her softly.

Boss Huang's whole body stiffened in place, and he panicked.

It's time to cut the Buddha, what should I do now?

It wasn't too late to pour it out.

She is breezy on the surface, but in fact she is turbulent inside.

She slowly lowered the basin in her hand.

Then turn back.

"You're down."

(End of chapter)