The director staring at the screen was inexplicably in pain, and his back was hairy.

[Hey, that's not right]

[Big brother, is your cabbage ripe? ] 】

"Dota beep--scary? What kind of show can have popularity? ”

The administrator quickly pressed the silence, and the cold sweat was no less than that on the director's face, and the workload suddenly came early in the morning.

Getting up early for this kind of thing, Jiang Yuge's resentment is deeper than that of ghosts, especially when it is still this kind of task-based cooking, the resentment is directly super doubled, and the knife that cuts cabbage can't wait to chop it together with the cutting board!

Chopping and chopping Jiang Yuge yawned, and he was even more impatient.

"Let you make cabbage buns, who beeps - eat cabbage buns in the morning!"

[I'm sorry, I'll eat]

[Looking at the bun in his hand and stunned]

【Grass! Who is so fast, the takeaway cabbage buns are sold out! 】

【Delivery, Stable】

The kitchen knife smashed into the cutting board in Jiang Yu's singer, and Jiang Yuge's eyes showed a fierce light.

"Beep--show."

"Tuk!"

"Beep--show."

"Tuk!"

The director's fat body shook.

The audience's eyes blinked.

"Beep--show!"

"Tuk!"

【Barrier-free cloze fill-in-the-blank】

[The cabbage splashed in my eyes! 】

[What's there to shield this, the audience thinks it doesn't matter, okay]

[Is there a possibility, let's just say, the director thinks it is so-called]

This method is effective, but after a while, the cabbage on the cutting board has been broken into thousands of pieces by Jiang Yuge.

Putting the cabbage in the pot, Jiang Yuge breathed a long sigh of relief, looked at the meat next to him, and breathed sluggishly.

Proposing a cutting board for cutting meat, Jiang Yuge threw the meat on the cutting board irritably.

'Smack! ’

Jiang Yuge scolded and scolded: "Stupid beep--right? Chop the stuffing in the morning! ”

【Invalid Silencer (Dog Head)】

[I'm not targeting anyone, I'm even scolding myself]

After chopping for a while, Jiang Yuge scolded and was tired, and he was also tired, ready to rest for a while.

A ray of sunlight in the early morning passed through the gap in the woods, sprinkled on Jiang Yuge's white and tender face, his hairy head was shrouded in the sun, and even his hair seemed to be plated with a layer of gold edge, shining.

Lu Yao went downstairs with a glass of water and saw such a picture, he was stunned for a moment, his Adam's apple rolled, his frightened heart seemed to settle down, and he felt as if he didn't have to go out.

"Need help?"

In fact, Jiang Yuge was sticking out his tongue and had nothing to love, when he heard Lu Yao's voice, he withdrew his tongue and turned his head to look at him.

Oh? Isn't this free labor?

"Yes, yes, yes!" Jiang Yuge nodded frantically, and simply gave up the position in front of the cutting board neatly, "Chop the meat filling!" Please! ”

Although I don't know if Lu Yao is polite, she won't be polite anyway.

Of course, in order to avoid Lu Yao's dog mouth and regretting it, Jiang Yuge quickly took off the apron around his neck, and stood on tiptoe to put it on Lu Yao's head.

Hey, the height seems to be a bit insufficient.

Lu Yao lowered his noble head cooperatively, consciously got through the apron rope, raised his hand to pick up the knife, and waited for Jiang Yuge to tie the strap behind his back.

Jiang Yuge's hand holding the rope trembled slightly.

Belly slander: I'm afraid Lu Yao didn't take the wrong medicine today, right? Speaking of which, the water in his hair hadn't dried yet, and he obviously hadn't seen him when he went downstairs.

Did you go out for a run so early?

How do people achieve the habit of getting up loud and waking up early?

It's incredible.

Lu Yao felt that the hand on his waist hadn't moved for a long time, and his eyes were slightly squinted by the sun: "What's wrong?" ”

Jiang Yuge was still stunned, and subconsciously replied: "Brother Lu, are you sick if you are so normal?" Don't shy away from doctors! ”

【？？？ 】

[Do you want to hear what you're talking about?] 】

【Thunder Point Jump】

[Lu Yao is sick? 】

[Is it hard to see?] 】

On the side of the program team, Lu Yao's assistant was almost about to jump out, and they had already run to the door, but they were stopped by other staff.

The director asked, "What are you doing?" ”

The assistant is in a hurry! "Go and save someone! Brother Lu can't listen to others calling him to see a doctor! ”

The director's focus is crooked: "Is he really sick?" ”

That's not nonsense! Assistant: "What should I do if I don't go to Brother Lu to beat people again?" Jiang Yuge doesn't look very durable. ”

The director's fat body was trembling: "Not really." "Big stars beat people in public or something.

In the kitchen:

The corners of Lu Yao's mouth that were originally pulled up raised a dangerous arc, his thin lips moved lightly, and he spit out a few words: "Tie up, get out." ”

Jiang Yuge quickly came back to his senses, slid and knelt faster than he came back to his senses, and with muscle memory, he made a beautiful bow on the rope in his hand: "Okay, Brother Lu, understand Brother Lu, let's go." ”

Then he quickly slipped out of the kitchen, gently closed the kitchen door, turned around and leaned against the door and clutched his chest.

The assistant is also in good spirits.

The director saw that there was no danger, and he had time to gossip with his assistant: "As for it? Is Lu Yao really sick? The kind that will hit people? ”

The assistant shook his head: "That's not true, but Brother Lu always looks like it's not strange to you in the next second, although he usually doesn't have too many expressions at all." ”

The barrage is also curious

[Lu Yao is really sick]

[Is it hard to see?] 】

【emmmm】

[What disease?] 】

【Insomnia】【Rabies】

【？？？ 】

[Road powder... I don't understand but I'm shocked]

[Our road fans are scolding idols and black idols in private (smoking cigarettes)]

"Bang!"

It was the sound of a kitchen knife smashing on the cutting board, much more powerful than Jiang Yuge's smashing.

Jiang Yuge was so frightened that he almost jumped up from the door.

Lu Yao's cold and sexy voice came from inside the door: "Don't lean against the door. ”

"Bang!" Another bang.

The director in front of the screen and the audience are all shaken.

"Get out of here."

"Okay, okay, come on!"

Jiang Yuge directly started with a catapult, ran away to the living room, picked up his mobile phone and sent a message to Zhang Yuanyuan with a crackling voice.

Yuge: Who understands the family!

The next large paragraph of words was still not sent out in the chat box, and Zhang Yuanyuan rushed down from the stairs in a nightdress, with long hair messy and eyes not fully open.

Jiang Yuge's eyes followed her running route, watching her run all the way and shouting: "It's thundering, it's an earthquake, run, run!" "I was stunned.

Jiang Yuge was in awe, this is really brave.

Zhang Yuanyuan found Jiang Yuge, who was still standing next to the sofa, and was awake for a moment: "Run!" ”

But not fully awake.

Lu Yao's strength in opening the door was completely different from when he was chopping vegetables, but fortunately, Jiang Yuge pricked up his ears and kept paying close attention to the situation on Lu Yao's side, and heard the sound of the door lock twisting for the first time.

Lu Yao opened the door, held a kitchen knife in one hand, and locked the two of them for the first time.

Zhang Yuanyuan, who didn't know anything, opened his big confused eyes, "Why don't you run?" ”

Jiang Yuge swallowed his saliva, stared at Lu Yao's eyes and didn't dare to make a mistake, and turned Zhang Yuanyuan's body around, facing the enemy.

Zhang Yuanyuan froze instantly, swallowed his saliva quietly, and whispered with barely moving lips:

"Run?"