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I ate the amount of salt in a month at the end of the world, which is really not covered.

"Ahem, that, that, hehe, I used it wrong." Luo Yu looked at the king monkey with a smile on his face.

It's all to blame on the attendants who made the move, why didn't they tell her.

And the attendants who received Luo Yu's gaze were extremely aggrieved.

Seeing that Luo Yu is so quick and free, everyone thinks she is a chef, and she knows that she will admit even these most fundamental things.

After turning his head, Luo Yu looked at Feng Wuxin hopefully: "Wuxin, your steam-pot chicken will definitely not go wrong."

I made it exactly according to the recipe. "Of course, this is a recipe from memory.

"Recipes?" Feng Wuxin listened, glanced at the steam-pot chicken on the chopsticks, and looked at Luo Yu with apprehension: "These are not your specialties?" ”

Luo Yu shook his head when he heard this: "I've never cooked, how can I have a good job, today for the first time, there are shortcomings, everyone is more inclusive, more inclusive." ”

"What, for the first time?" Feng Wuxin was shocked.

Who said that Luo Yu is a chef, and the things he makes are amazing?

Fuck, they've strayed into a wolf's den.

Everyone at the table focused their eyes on Xiaoyin and Xiaohong.

Xiaoyin's face was full of grievances, the barbecue made by Luo Yu was delicious, who knew what else she ......

"The wind has no heart." In the midst of this grievance, Yun Jitian coldly swept Feng Wuxin with a glance, that glance, coercion.

The wind was unintentional and suddenly the wind was chaotic.

Looking at the falling feathers who were looking at him full of hope, looking at the clouds and killing the sky who were looking at him full of threats, the wind was unintentional, and he was soothed and cold, and he went out and ate.

A piece of plump steam-pot chicken is thrown into your mouth.

Well, it tastes good, although it is not comparable to any chef, but there is no mistake.

Feng Wuxin secretly tasted it, felt that it was not very dangerous, and then bit it......

"Quack." But when I heard a rattling sound, Feng Wuxin let out a wolf howl: "Ouch, my teeth ......"

The breeze was blowing outside the window, and there was a rustling sound.

The table was full of silence, Yun Qiong was silent at this table, and then at the moment when the wind was beating without heart, he slowly stretched out his chopsticks and sandwiched a chopstick towards the chicken stewed in the pot.