Chapter 50: I Don't Want to Eat Mao Xuewang

In Zhou Xuanyue's eyes, there seemed to be a fragmented starry sky, and Huo Ran entered the silhouette of this starry sky, and the originally extremely light pupils suddenly became intense.

Zhou Shuyue is very serious, and the expectation in her eyes can't deceive people.

In the more than 20 years of Zhou Shuyue, she has never tasted the cooking cooked by her parents, and there are only nannies and cooks at home, and in the primary school practice class, she has never completed the task of making a bowl of egg fried rice for her family.

Ordinary families think that everything that is ordinary is what she asked for in her childhood.

Although she wants to do it casually, anyway, the effect of the show is watched by anyone, but every step of cooking is actually completed seriously.

Although she doesn't want to admit it, this link does have a feeling of making up for herself when she was a child.

The princess wears a gorgeous dress and lives in a luxurious castle, but she still longs for firewood, rice, oil and salt in ordinary life.

The camera switched, Huo Ran still didn't have any emotion, but he said: "It's delicious." ”

Although, this can be said to be delicious, the entire live broadcast room was stunned.

But Huo Ran ate all the tomatoes and eggs in two pieces, even the burnt fish, and he took it all.

Zhou Shuyue was recognized, her eyes were crooked, and she had never been happy in her heart.

"Reach out." Huo Ran suddenly said.

"Huh?" Zhou Shuyue didn't react and handed her hand out.

Huo Ran didn't know where to go, so he took out a band-aid and put it on Zhou Shuyue's injured finger.

It turned out that there was a small cut on the middle finger of her left hand, because the wound was not large, it had scabbed, but there were still blood beads faintly seeping down.

Only then did the audience in the live broadcast room notice that Zhou Xuanyue had injured herself in the process of cooking.

Everyone only paid attention to the jokes, but they didn't notice it at all, and she herself only cared about cooking, and she didn't know if she was injured, only Huo Ran found out.

And this behavior has also attracted a lot of fans all of a sudden.

After all, some small fresh meat and small flowers in the entertainment industry are just a little skinned, and they are going to die or live to make everyone know.

And Zhou Wanyue's indifference compared the hypocrisy of some celebrities, which doubled the favor of some passers-by.

The audience who originally watched the excitement suddenly blocked their mouths with ridicule.

Although Zhou Xuanyue made dark dishes and contributed laughter, everyone forgot about her efforts for this.

Sincerity is always nirvana, and the audience remembered the way she just cooked with her heart, trying to stir-fry.

The sound of ridicule suddenly became less.

After all, people can laugh at everything, but they can't laugh at sincerity.

"It's the first time I've cooked and it's been so good, it's great." Huo Ran's voice was still cold and distant, but it made Zhou Yanyue feel gentle and firm strength.

Huo Ran had never spoken so gently, and Zhou Xuanyue suddenly indulged in this rare tenderness, but in the next second.

"Just don't add food to me next time."

"Ah???h

Zhou Xuanyue didn't react for a while, but the audience in the live broadcast room all laughed crazy.

Because the camera zoomed out, they clearly saw Huo Ran pointing at Zhou Wanyue's finger with his eyes.

And added, "I don't want to eat Mao Xuewang." ”

[Hahahahahaha, what the hell, Mao Xuewang, how did Huo Ran do it, a serious nonsense. 】

[Laughing to death, laughing to death.] 】

[What's this joke, why didn't I get it?] 】

[Didn't Zhou Shuyue cut his hand when cooking, and blood may drip into the dish. What is in Mao Xuewang, blood tofu, what is blood tofu, pig blood. Huo Ran said this in disguise, it's done very well, don't do it next time, it also means that Zhou Wanyue is too stupid, like a pig. 】