"This still needs to be learned, now TV series are all played like this, suffered, going to die, I'm going to die, I won't tell you, I'm still playing the game and almost hanging." Zhao Yu said that he quickly made a big move and instantly killed the person who attacked him.

"......" Zhao Cheng glanced at Zhao Yu's mobile phone screen.

Looking at the flashing images above, I only felt that my eyes hurt.

Zhao Cheng didn't understand the game, so he didn't think it was interesting to watch.

"Play less with your phone in the future, otherwise your phone will be confiscated."

Zhao Yu was stunned and looked up at his father, and couldn't help but say: "Dad, I'm the king of a country, give me some face, forget about confiscating my mobile phone or something." ”

Zhao Cheng tapped his fingers on the table, looked at him seriously, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Prepare to go to school in a few days!"

That obviously means that it is a thing of the past to say that the king of a country is in the past, and now he has to start as a primary school student.

"......" It's okay, it's not just a primary school student

I can!

The big deal is to skip three levels a year, and then get a graduation certificate to come back early.

Speaking of which, he hasn't seen what the school is like in this world, but he is looking forward to it.

"You play by yourself, I'll help your mother." After Zhao Cheng said lightly, he put his phone on the coffee table and stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

Zhao Cheng walked to the kitchen door and stood at the door.

At this time, Song Qing was washing vegetables in the kitchen, and Zhao Cheng's eyes fell on her and he couldn't help but ask.

"How can I help?"

"Huh?" Hearing his voice, Song Qing was stunned and turned his head to look behind him.

At the kitchen door, Zhao Cheng was standing there at this time.

Zhao Cheng is tall and long-legged, wearing a black shirt and casual pants, which is very conspicuous.

The big guy wants to help?

Washing vegetables?

It's terrible, and sure enough, it's better for him to raid the house.

"No, I'll do it myself." Song shook his head and added, "There's nothing to do, I'll be fine soon." ”

Of course, Zhao Cheng knew that he might not be able to help much, he just wanted to find an excuse to get along with her.

After all, he can't cook himself, so at most he can only cook porridge.

Even cooking porridge was because Song was sick at that time and said that he wanted to eat the porridge he cooked himself, although he refused verbally, but he went to the kitchen to cook porridge in the middle of the night.

In order to learn how to cook porridge, after burning the kitchen of the Prime Minister's Mansion twice, I finally learned to cook porridge.

Now that I think about it, it's really hard to look back on.

Zhao Cheng raised his feet and walked into the kitchen and came to Song Qing's side, his eyes fell on the potatoes she was washing, Zhao Cheng said, "Do you want to cut the potatoes?" ”

Song nodded lightly, "Well, shredded, fried shredded potatoes, you go out!" I'll just come. ”

"I'll cut it." Zhao Cheng said as he reached out to wash his hands, picked up the potatoes and placed them on the cutting board, and reached out to pick up the kitchen knife by the way.

To be honest, I'm used to holding a long sword, and it's really not easy to hold a kitchen knife

Zhao Cheng took the kitchen knife and gestured at the potato a few times.

It didn't feel like cutting potatoes, it was trying to get the enemy to death with a single blow.

Song glanced at the man with a serious expression, and suddenly felt cold.

In such a scene, I inexplicably felt that it was not the potatoes that had to be cut, but her neck.

"Well, or else, I'll do it." Big guy, do you know that you're scared to death like this?

Those who know that you are going to cut potatoes, and those who don't know think that you are going to kill people.

"No, I can." Zhao Cheng said and directly reached out to pick up the potato and threw it into the air.

The next moment, Zhao Cheng raised his hand, Song Qing only felt that the silver light flashed in front of him, and it was just a blink of an eye, and the kitchen knife in Zhao Cheng's hand was already on the cutting board.