Compared with the egg he fried, Wen Yuchuan raised his eyes to look at Gu Chengzhi, and a trace of shame and anger rose between his eyebrows.

What is this robot doing?

To show off?

Mock him for not even making breakfast?

Gu Chengzhi saw Wen Yuchuan standing there staring at him, his gaze was not good. was stunned for a second, but still spoke hard.

"Hosts, please have breakfast. There's runny eggs, pan-fried bacon slices, salads, and hot milk. ”

Wen Yuchuan retracted his gaze, calmly walked to the dining table, pulled out a chair and sat down, and opened his lips: "I'm not blind." ”

Gu Chengzhi: ???

Did this man blow up his brain in the fryer?

In the next second, Wen Yuchuan picked up the knife and fork, still with that elegant posture.

It is as if it is not a simple omelette to be cut, but a sacred omelette that has been made through 9981 complicated processes.

For his own craftsmanship, Gu Chengzhi is still very confident.

When I first met Shi Xun, that is, because I ate the flowing heart omelette she made, I became more and more familiar with Shi Xun by relying on this craft, and now I have been friends for ten years.

During that time abroad, Ye Tian was able to become her intimate best friend, and her craftsmanship was also indispensable.

However, when he saw Wen Yuchuan put the neatly cut omelette into his mouth and chewed it, Gu Chengzhi was still a little nervous.

Wen Yuchuan, as the ruler of the Wen family, has never eaten anything delicious since he was a child. Don't accidentally disagree with his taste, and be used by him as a reason to deduct contract money.

The eggs are fragrant and tender, the flow is just right, and there is no trace of egg smell. In addition to the eggs bought by Qin's mother are excellent in themselves, Gu Chengzhi's omelette seasoning is also crucial.

Wen Yuchuan swallowed the fried egg in his mouth and said lightly: "The egg is not cooked enough." ”

Gu Chengzhi: ...... Whose eggs are very cooked?

Immediately afterwards, Wen Yuchuan cut another slice of bacon.

The corners of the bacon are fragrant and slightly crispy, the meat is firm and not woody, and the seasoning with black pepper brings great enjoyment to the taste buds.

"The bacon is a little mushy."

Gu Chengzhi: ...... I'll see what else you have to say.

The salad is made of fruits, and in order to maintain the original fragrance and sweetness of the fruits, Gu Chengzhi only put a small amount of salad dressing to taste it, so as not to dominate the guests.

Every time Wen Yuchuan eats the same, his brows tighten a little tighter.

It seems that these breakfasts made by Gu Chengzhi are really hard to eat.

"Too little salad dressing."

Gu Chengzhi: ...... Why don't you feed you a whole bag of salad dressing?

The first three were all commented on, and their eyes fell on the glass of milk at the same time.

Wen Yuchuan: How should milk be reviewed?

Gu Chengzhi: I don't believe that you can find fault with milk.

The air was quiet for two seconds.

Wen Yuchuan put down the milk cup that he had taken a small sip of: "Why did it cool so quickly." ”

Gu Chengzhi frowned and smiled.

Wen Yuchuan, is it really so difficult to be an honest person?

There is also a visible mist rising due to temperature on the wall of the cup, you say it's cold?

Suppressing the rising anger in his heart, Gu Chengzhi reached out to take the plate: "I'm sorry, master." I'll take care of it. ”

As soon as the plate was lifted, a hand appeared at the other end pinching the edge of the plate.

The two maintained the posture of fighting for the plate, silent and neither let go.

"Let go."

"I'm sorry, master, but I've received a signal that you are very dissatisfied with this breakfast right now."

"Take the liberty of calling the shots, I'll take off your arm."

As soon as Wen Yuchuan's words fell, Gu Chengzhi's hand trembled obviously.

Either deduct the contract money, or unload the arm.

Is it human?

Taking advantage of the moment when Gu Chengzhi was relaxed, Wen Yuchuan glanced at her, put the plate back in place quite proudly, and ate it slowly.

A robot, still want to rob him?

It didn't take long for the fried egg and bacon slices to enter Wen Yuchuan's stomach.