When Qiao Yan had processed all the ingredients, Qiao Yunshu came in with the washed fat intestines.

Her face was blue, and her whole face was wrinkled like a freshly used rag, and she looked disgusted.

Chu Bangyue didn't think she was disgusting enough, so she held her throat and said, "Thank you~"

Qiao Yunshu put the bucket on the ground, covered his mouth and rushed out.

Chu Wanyue looked surprised, "She covered her mouth with her hand that had just washed the fat intestines, and she couldn't wait for the disgusting Yue to come out!" ”

Qiao Yan: "......" can be said to have a strong sense of substitution.

Don't you think you're excessive? Actually let Yun Shu do such a disgusting thing! 】

[Qiao Yan and Chu Bangyue, I have never seen such a disgusting person in my life. (Death Smile .jpg)】

[Yun Shu doesn't touch the spring water with his fingers at home, why do you have to wash fat intestines when you record a show? ] 】

[What's wrong with washing a fat intestine? ] Qiao Yan still kills fish with his hands, and he also digs out the internal organs with his bare hands, isn't it disgusting? 】

[Wait a minute, Qiao Yunshu also wants to eat, then she has to work if she wants to eat, there's nothing wrong with this! ] 】

[Could it be that you still want Yuebao and Qiao Yan to cook for Qiao Yunshu, she doesn't have to do anything? ] 】

[Pure passerby, this wave I stand Qiao Yan, washing fat intestines is indeed a trivial matter, my family has to wash fat intestines every year for Chinese New Year's Eve dinner. ] 】

Chu Bangyue's fans and passers-by all think that Qiao Yunshu is not a problem to wash his fat intestines, but Qiao Yunshu's fans can't quarrel with two groups of people, and they are distressed to death, and they are so angry.

Qiao Yan made a large table of dishes, and everyone gathered around the table.

The rich woman also took out a bottle of wine and poured a glass for everyone.

Just as he was about to move his chopsticks, there was a knock on the courtyard door.

Wen Qing walked in with a man of tall stature.

As soon as she saw this table of dishes, the smile on Wen Qing's face became even brighter.

"Yo, it looks like I came by coincidence!" She didn't see any other people entering the house, patted Chu Bangyue's head, "Bangyue go and help me add some dishes and chopsticks." ”

Chu Wanyue pursed her lips, "Oh, just talk when you speak, don't move your hands and feet, be careful that I sue you for the unspoken rules!" ”

This childish remark made everyone laugh.

Even Qiao Yan, who was not smiling, couldn't help but hook the corners of his lips.

Wen Qing introduced the man next to her to everyone, "This is the mysterious guest, Sheng Yujue, who will officially record a variety show with you tomorrow." ”

In fact, there is no need for her introduction, everyone's attention has fallen on the man.

He stood in front of the dilapidated wooden door, dressed in black overalls to set off his good figure with broad shoulders and narrow waist to the extreme.

is also unsmiling, but the coldness he exudes is different from Qiao Yan's.

Qiao Yan still has at least a hint of human touch, and occasionally reveals a soft corner.

This man is different, he is like an ancient weapon that seals his throat when he sees blood, and he gets blood when he comes out of the sheath.

Just standing there, there is a feeling of suffocation that freezes for thousands of miles.

Although he has a face that has been carefully polished by God, his cold and solemn aura forces people to dare to fear him and not to sprout the slightest love.

After Wen Qing's introduction, he bowed lightly to everyone, and his face was cold.

Chu Bangyue took two pairs of chopsticks and put them on the table.

Wen Qing sat down and invited Sheng Yujue: "Mr. Sheng, have you had dinner?" Why don't you sit down and have a bite to eat? ”

Chu Bangyue added: "Qiao Yan's cooking skills are good, so delicious that even if I am full, I can still eat two more bowls of rice!" ”

Sheng Yujue's "no" came to his lips, and he swallowed it back silently.

He also sat down, and his position was just opposite Qiao Yan.

As soon as he raised his eyes, the beautiful face that was not powdered and showed a lazy color was reflected in his deep black eyes.

It's a touch of color.