Here, Sang Wanzhou had just washed the rice and poured the rice into the pot, and was about to pour the water, when Xiao Fubao stopped him again.

"Brother, the master said that the water should not be added more than the height of a knuckle."

Xiao Fubao's words paused, and his eyes gradually became suspicious.

Then, she sent a soul-piercing torture question towards Sang Wanzhou: "Brother, shouldn't you be, can't you cook?" ”

Sang Wanzhou: "......"

[Hahahahaha, a torture that hits the soul! ] Sang Wanzhou's expression froze! 】

[Little baby, did you just realize that your brother can't cook? It's so funny! 】

[The two of them really dare to make a dare to eat! ] 】

The corners of Sang Wanzhou's mouth twitched fiercely.

Of course, he couldn't say in front of a child that he couldn't cook, right?

That's so shameless!

Even a six-year-old child knows how to cook, wouldn't it be too embarrassing for him, a 25-year-old adult, to say that he can't do it?

Sang Wanzhou, who is strong in his life, will never bow his head!

"How is that possible? My brother knows how to cook, but he hasn't done it for a long time and forgot it, so you can go and wait for it to eat. Sang Wanzhou defended himself lightly.

Xiao Fubao's eyes were still skeptical.

It was obvious that I didn't quite believe what he said.

But in order not to refute his face, he had to nod and obediently climb onto the chair next to the table, take down the vegetables, put them in the basin larger than her face at the door, and squatted at the door to wash the vegetables as Sang Wanzhou had just washed rice.

In the kitchen, Sang Wanzhou's heart was horizontal, and with the idea that there was a knife both horizontally and vertically, he added a knuckle of water to it.

used a lighter borrowed from the program team to burn some firewood under the stove, and squatted in front of the stove with a bamboo fan to fan the fire.

That posture, like the little old man in the village, is not at all top-notch.

[Hahahaha, Sang Wanzhou, burden! ] Don't you have any baggage? 】

[He has a ghost baggage, and I still have photos of fans squatting on the street eating barbecue and drinking beer on my mobile phone! ] 】

[Eh, the upstairs, I have it too!] Vest pants and big slippers, wearing a gold-rimmed glasses on his face, and his hair is messy, if it weren't for the high-definition picture, plus his own appearance and figure are too resistant, I would have to wonder if it was him! 】

[Hahahaha, Sang Wanzhou: I want face! ] Don't mention my black history! 】

Just in the midst of a happy live barrage, a colorful barrage suddenly floated out, which was extremely eye-catching.

[Is his black history missing? Sleeping powder, beating people, playing big names. This little Fubao is six years old, it's really a coincidence, didn't Sang Wanzhou happen to be photographed accompanying a pregnant woman to a prenatal checkup six years ago? Scold...... Could it be that this little Fubao is actually his daughter? The two still look so similar. 】

Sure enough, as soon as this sentence came out, the entire live broadcast room exploded instantly.

Everyone is discussing what the relationship between Xiao Fubao and Sang Wanzhou is.

Zhou Dong saw that it was not good in front of the computer, and immediately led the water army to reverse the rhythm of the barrage.

But the other side is obviously prepared, the rhythm is wave after wave, and it is all a colorful barrage, and it doesn't give any chance to wash the white at all.

Only when you see the seams can you insert the needle, they don't even leave the seams, how to insert the needle?

The barrage exploded in an instant, and the past of Sang Wanzhou a few years ago, even the untrue gossip began to brush up on the barrage.

One by one, even things that may not have been done have become real under some black material with real photos.