Song Aqi was holding the rice bowl in one hand, his mouth was still full of food, and there was a green vegetable on his chin that was not sucked into his mouth.

Seeing him look up, Miss Wang's voice became gentle again, and she blinked her big eyes and asked, "Ah Qi, what I just said, did you hear it?"

After hurriedly sucking the green vegetables into his mouth, Song Aqi reacted, the food on this table was so delicious, he was busy gobbling it up but ignoring the aunt next to him, and then carefully guessed: "Probably, maybe, it should be talking about the war ahead?"

I saw that Wang Menglu still smiled and said: "Stupid Ah Qi, what I just said was our marriage!!"

The louder he spoke, the louder his tone made Ah Qi tremble in fright, and his trembling hands sneaked into the crutches behind him: "Mmmm, I'm listening! Didn't you say before that we would get married after this battle was over?"

"Song Aqi! Sure enough, you didn't listen to what I just said. Suffer death!" I saw Miss Wang grab it with one hand, and a kitchen knife that we are already familiar with appeared in her hand, and it was a grand knife with a casual slash, which was even stronger than what I had seen in the city before.

Song Aqi didn't panic at all, he was used to seeing such scenes, he pulled the crutches and gently pulled the person with the chair five feet away, then turned over and got off the chair, and ran out of the door with a roll, shouting in his mouth: "Help! Murder your husband! Is there anyone in charge?"

When Miss Wang heard what he shouted, she blushed all over her cheeks, chopped her feet in shame, and chased after her body as she turned around. After that, it was the scene that Song Yu and they had seen, and after chasing for a while, a knife was thrown on Song Aqi's head, and the phantom also dissipated.

Several people looked at each other, and after glancing at each other, Song Yu took the lead in breaking the embarrassment: "Tut-tut, it seems that it is not necessarily a good thing that this meal is particularly delicious, but everyone should not panic, at least the general direction of our guess is right, that is, there is a little problem in the implementation process." Can you make something less delicious and we'll try it again?"

"Amitabha, poor monks don't. ”

"Clam, your cooking skills are so exquisite, can't you do it with a little change of recipe and seasoning or something?"

"The poor monk is ashamed, the poor monk's cooking skills are really not very good, as for the poor monk cooking, the seasoning depends on the feeling, and if it feels right, it will be thrown into it, and the time is almost up, and the pot will be started, and I never want to do so much. Bai Yun explained seriously.

"It's always idle, so why don't you try it first, don't just make it by feeling? "Song Yu, who has always had a lot of ghost ideas, came up with another bad idea.

Bai Yun, who was a doer, didn't say much, went straight into the kitchen and got busy again, and soon served four plates of vegetarian food on the table.

It was lunchtime, and several people were also hungry, and when they saw Bai Yun coming up with food, they naturally put down their things and sat around.

Looking at the four plates of Zhai dishes on the table, the expressions on the faces of several people were wonderful, Bai Yun did not make four plates according to his feelings, two plates were already scorched and blackened, and only Song Yu tasted a little bit of it when he put it in his mouth, Song Yu's face was blue and white, and he appeared alternately, and his face stabilized on the pale color after pouring a few sips of tea.

And the remaining two plates look much more normal, the two women saw Song Yu's face and carefully put a small handful in their mouths, their expressions were as generous as if they were trying to poison, but they didn't expect to find that they were unexpectedly delicious after entering their mouths, the two women's eyes lit up, the chopsticks in their hands moved quickly, and Song Yu's eyesight even saw layers of phantoms, the two of them grabbed while eating, the long chopsticks ran like a sword, and there was even a sound of gold and iron resonating between the confrontations. Just when the battle between the two intensified, Bai Yun's sentence of "Amitabha" suppressed the breath of the two, and Song Yu had a gap to sandwich two mouthfuls of food.

After eating, Song Yu began to have a headache: "How can Bai Yun cook like Schrödinger's cat, there are only two options: delicious and inedible, what about the two of you?

"I have been a fine food since I was a child, and I have also eaten in a canteen under the gate of Taishang Mansion, and I have never been in the kitchen a few times. Jun Yixue raised her head and said proudly, while the taller three people saw a trace of embarrassment on her raised face.

On the other side, Jiang Meng was very calm, and said while cleaning up the table: "My family background is a few points better than that of Jun Yatou, she has not studied, and naturally I have not studied." ”

Song Yu glanced at it and said, "Alas, you have to rely on me! Then he got up and walked into the kitchen.

Bai Yun asked casually, "Do you need help?"

But Song Yu refused and said, "No, let's see!"

Then the three of them listened in the building, there was a loud noise in the kitchen, and there was even a faint explosion sound.

Fortunately, Song Yu, who was approaching four o'clock with black charcoal on his face, finally walked out with four plates of dishes. After the three of them took a look, good guys, not to mention the twisted and crooked dishes, and the cooked things also looked very similar to dark dishes, and the black and slimy made people not have the idea of moving chopsticks at a glance.

The three of them glanced at each other, and finally looked at Song Yu, who had no time to wipe the black coal on his face, and his face was full of expectations, and finally Bai Yun moved the chopsticks first, and took a bite into his mouth, the strange thing is that its taste is not as embarrassing as its appearance, and it is like an ordinary homely meal.

After Bai Yun tasted it, he said to the two women that it was okay, and the two of them tasted it suspiciously, Jun Yixue was okay, she was used to eating the big pot of rice that was too good for her, but she was able to swallow it in her mouth, but Jiang Meng frowned and endured it for a long time, and finally found a teacup and spit it in it silently.

And the time is approaching, and it is impossible to change anything else, so I can only let Song Yu's dishes be served on the table.

The four of them went upstairs and waited quietly for the phantom to appear, and after a while, the phantom in the neighbor's yard appeared on time.

This time, Song Aqi didn't pay as much attention to the food in front of him as before, although the food was very fragrant, but he had time to pick up dishes for Miss Wang, listening to Miss Wang talk about the wedding, and had time to put down the bowl in his hand and say a few words of his opinion. After a while, Song Aqi ate all the four dishes on the table, and there was nothing left.

Song Yu saw half of it and put the chair in front of the window, and at this time sat on the chair and leaned the chair back, with his feet on the edge of the window. He said, "It's still up to me, isn't it?"