"Effie, we all have good intentions, we want to promote our relationship, the same as the last variety show, get together at a table to eat, don't you have more dishes that everyone can eat? We're thinking about everyone, can you not be so mean? Tan Yayun, who is the same generation as Effie, said.

"Oh, then put away your kindness, we don't want to eat the cucumbers and undercooked potato strips on your table with dark soy sauce, we're afraid of food poisoning." Effie said as she sandwiched a large piece of pork ribs for herself, held it with her hand and nibbled it, "The braised pork ribs made by Xiao Yu are really fragrant, and the craftsmanship has caught up with the chef." ”

Tan Yayun swallowed a mouthful of saliva silently, "If you don't fight, you won't fight, it's like someone is rare!" ”

"Sister Tan, don't make any noise, we can be on the same variety show, it's fate to get together here, don't hurt the harmony, it's also the rice I cooked, when I get my phone when I rest tonight, I'll concentrate on learning to cook, and I will definitely let you eat better meals tomorrow."

Lu Weiman once again played the role of her little sun, and gave Tan Yayun the poached eggs in the bowl she used to eat, "Sister Tan, I'll give you this egg." ”

They were almost done with dinner, and the guests of the second group came back in the dust.

Yang Mingchuan was carrying a plastic bag in his hand, which was full of rice, still crystal full pearl rice.

Song Mengyu followed behind him with a face full of adoration, and his eyes seemed to say: Yang Mingchuan, you are my god!

followed by President Zhu and his little wife Gu Chuxue, Gu Chuxue was still comforting Zhu Long, and her little hands rubbed his chest from time to time.

The group of villagers brought leftovers to them just now, which really made Mr. Zhu very angry.

[The second group won't have rice for dinner today, right? 】

[Quick, there are a lot of potato sticks over there in a group, take them to process them, and they can also be used as a side dish.] 】

[Laughing to death, I have been on their live broadcast just now, and now it has merged, let me tell you, this bag of rice was given by a primary school student in the village, Yang Yingdi stood in front of the little girl like a standing military posture, twisted the Sichuan eyebrows that can kill mosquitoes, his eyes drooped, he pointed his chin to the little girl, lowered his voice and said in his magnetic voice: Children, you should have watched my TV series, know who I am, can you give us an ingredient for dinner? Then the little girl secretly packed the rice at home and gave it to Emperor Yang. 】

Ah......h Does this count as extortion of minors? 】

[It does have an internal taste, I see that the little girl is about to cry. 】

When everyone thought that Yang Mingchuan would go to steam a pot of white rice, he scooped up the rice and cooked a pot of white rice porridge.

When the porridge was cooking, Song Mengyu squatted beside him, lowered his head and said that the hot smell that came out of the white porridge was boiled with a hand fan, a happy smile appeared on his face, and he said in a shocked tone when he saw a rare treasure: "It's so fragrant!" ”

Such a confusing move shouted at netizens with a black question mark.

[White porridge, how fragrant can it be? 】

[How is she like she has never eaten rice in her life? Did you grow up eating bran? 】

[This is just smelling, after a while, she will eat it, is she going to cry out of the delicious white porridge? ] 】

[I don't understand, but respect.] 】

The white porridge was cooked quickly, Yang Mingchuan first served a bowl for himself, and then served it to Song Mengyu, he didn't care about Zhu Long and Gu Chuxue, and only dropped a sentence: "It's time to eat, in the pot, go and serve it yourself." ”

Song Mengyu picked up the white porridge, carefully scooped up a spoonful, put it to his mouth to blow it cold, and then couldn't wait to stuff it into his mouth, taste it carefully, and look satisfied, as if this bowl of white porridge was a rare delicacy in the world.

In the confused eyes of netizens, she actually twitched her nose and really shed tears!

"It's delicious, my craft, are you satisfied?" Yang Mingchuan confidently raised his jaw, which was sharper than a kitchen knife, and asked triumphantly.

"Delicious! Mingchuan, thank you, for cooking me such delicious white porridge, this is the first time I have eaten such a delicious thing in my life, it makes me feel the warmth of home, you really spoil me so much! ”

"Mingchuan, it's my blessing to have you!"

[This...... Is it a script or is it real? Will anyone really be moved to tears because of a bowl of white porridge? With such a degree of love brain, Wang Baochuan is ashamed of himself when he sees it! 】

[Didn't the director say that everything is a true portrayal of the stars, not a script? ] 】

[I don't understand it so much, isn't she the daughter of a big group, she is very determined, and she said in the show that her aunt cooks at home, and she has never eaten the food cooked by her parents, and she was forced to go out to eat French food that she doesn't love, so she won't look like she has never eaten rice! 】

Zhu Long, who came over with a bowl to serve white porridge, couldn't bear it and said: "It's my bad luck to see the two of you show affection!" Isn't it just a bowl of porridge, Song Mengyu, what are you moving? ”

"Zhu Long! You haven't drunk the porridge cooked by Mingchuan, so don't maliciously speculate about others here, okay? A wealthy family like you shouldn't empathize with me? Eating those messy and expensive Western food every day, high-end restaurants, hiring chefs to cook at home, no warmth at home, and following oppressive table manners, do you think you live freely? The white porridge cooked by Mingchuan has the taste of fireworks in the world, which can bring warmth and happiness to people! ”

Song Mengyu was like crazy, and ridiculed Zhu Long.

Zhu Long was stunned for three seconds, and it was as if a crow flew over his head, leaving six points.

Is this person afraid that his brain is sick?

The two of them can be regarded as small, but he has never played with Song Mengyu, and he thinks this woman is strange! is always a whole thing and has nothing, putting on a bitter gourd face, and she has been greatly wronged, and the whole world owes her!

"Why am I not living freely? I have money and beauty, I can do whatever I want, I can eat whatever I want, you care about me? Why should I empathize with you? Let me tell you Song Mengyu, what I hate most is that you are a woman who doesn't work hard at all, moans all day long, is selfish, hypocritical, stubborn, self-serving, talentless, incompetent, and only relies on her family. ”

"Unlike my Xiaoxue, she has a bad background, she has no father since she was a child, her mother is a nanny, and she follows her mother to live a hard life under the fence in someone else's house, but she has always worked hard, strong and brave!"

Zhu Long pinched Gu Chuxue's nose dotingly, "Let's make do with some food today, I've wronged you, and when I'm free, I'll take you to eat your favorite French foie gras and strawberry tart!" ”

Song Mengyu looked at Yang Mingchuan for help, but Yang Mingchuan just silently drank the white porridge in his hand, ignoring Song Mengyu.

Zhu Long is a person like him who can't afford to offend 10,000, although he usually has a little hobby, that is, he likes to peel the skin, but Zhu Long's words can strip him off the eighteen layers of skin.

(End of chapter)