Chinese Mu Yazhe frowned and said, "Shut up." You can do it, you can come. ”

"Okay, I'm sure it's better than yours!" Youyou looked at him, undisguised disdain on his face.

Mu Yichen said silently on the side: "Daddy's roast is not a question of whether it is delicious or not, but whether it can be eaten." ”

"Hmm." Youyou said with a contemplative expression, "If you eat it, you must have food poisoning." ”

"Maybe I won't even have a chance to save it."

"Hmm."

Youyou was obviously very sure of Mu Yichen's statement.

The two little milk bags sang and harmonized on the side, disliking Mu Yazhe to the end.

The man's hand holding the pliers tightened for a while, and green tendons appeared on the back of his hand, and his face was even darker!

"You know what? Daddy's cooking, you can't eat it at all. Xiao Yichen broke the news on the side.

"He can cook?"

"Hmm. I did it once, and I almost blew up the kitchen. Xiao Yichen shook his head helplessly and sighed.

Youyou glanced at Mu Yazhe, and there was even more disdain in his eyes.

"I can't even cook, how can I support my mommy?"

Mu Yazhe: "...... Does a man have to be able to cook? ”

"A man who can't cook, and he still wants to chase my mommy? If you want to hook my mommy's heart, you should first hook her stomach. Youyou pursed his lips and gave him a big bad review.

Xiao Yichen said: "Don't force my father, when he cooks, he is like a terrorist, whatever he orders to blow up, the kitchen will be destroyed for him." ”

He was so devastated and devastated that he still remembered that day when he pestered his father to cook, but only half an hour later, he heard a bang in the kitchen, and in an instant, the pungent smell wafted out of the kitchen, and he looked closer, and the huge kitchen was smoky, and the whole wall was blackened.

The cooking table was a mess, and the pots were burned through the holes.

It's like a nuclear reactor lab, terrifying.

Since then, he has left a deep psychological shadow, and he no longer believes in Mu Yazhe's cooking skills.

Well, to be precise, there's no cooking to speak of.

Youyou said lightly: "He doesn't cook and looks like a terrorist." ”

"Terrorists who are more terrorists than terrorists, are simply anti-human."

Youyou was deeply worried and drove away: "I'll grill it, I'm worried that Mommy ate your barbecue and got food poisoning." ”

Mu Yazhe's movements froze: "......"

"You know, my mommy is a delicate flower, her body is so fragile that she can't withstand your destruction."

Youyou continues to carry forward the poisonous tongue to the end.

When Xiao Yichen heard this, he was also extremely frightened: "That's it, Daddy, don't roast it, I don't want to eat your meat, and I will be sent to the hospital for gastric lavage/sausage!" ”

Mu Yazhe said forbearingly: "Is enough to say? ”

Youyou pursed his pink lips: "Annoyed and angry? ”

Xiao Yichen said: "Well, Daddy is angry. ”

Youyou said again: "If your cooking skills are negative, don't destroy the innocent." ”

"Hmmm! Don't destroy the innocent. ”

"To avoid human tragedy, lay down your weapons."

"Well, lay down your weapons."

……

Mu Yazhe was completely speechless.

There is really no way to take these two living treasures.

He frowned a little disapprehendedly, obviously disapproving.

Is his cuisine really anti-human?

How can it be so exaggerated!

Mu Yazhe was forced to abdicate.

Chef Yun Tianyou tied a small apron and took the upper position.

The barbecue machine was too high, and he was not as tall as Mu Yichen, so he had to move a small bench, stand on it, roll up his sleeves, hold pliers in one hand, and scissors in the other, and roast it in full swing. Cat flutter Chinese