"Then make pimple soup. Xue Cheng pulled the glass door between the kitchen and the dining room, and with a wave of his hand, the spinach flew to the vegetable sink, and the faucet unscrewed itself and ran water. It's like spinach flies into the pool on its own and bathes itself.

Not only that, but the whole kitchen is moving: the pot flies to fetch water, the green onion is peeling itself, and the flour flies to the big man......

Xue Cheng was just standing in the middle of the kitchen, looking motionless on the surface, but in fact, she was using her spiritual power and spiritual power to finely operate every step of the journey.

Wu Feng, who swallowed a mouthful of steamed eggs, said, "Senior sister, I also want to eat pimple soup." "Senior sister's craftsmanship, even if you die, you can't miss it.

Wu Feng turned his head and saw Xiao Jing holding the bowl in a daze.

"Xiaojing, why don't you eat?"

Xiao Jing was excited: "Hmm, I'm ...... I'm worried that the boss will come over. ”

Wu Feng patted her on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, a market splash, and dare to call yourself the boss." If he came here to make trouble, his sister asked him to come vertically and horizontally, no matter how bad it was, there was also a senior sister. Rest assured, just stay here for a while. If Sister Fei recently provoked a mysterious organization, and she didn't want to have more rights and wrongs, she would take you to the ploppy lair today. ”

"Thank you, Sister Feng!" Xiao Jing was moved.

The corners of Wu Feng's mouth twitched: "Let's call me sister, I heard you call Sister Feng, I feel that my teeth are sticking out and turning buckteeth." Eat steamed eggs quickly, and let you taste my senior sister's craftsmanship later, and I promise that I don't want to leave after eating. By the way, during the period of living with my sister, I learned more cooking skills from my sister, and if you can learn from my sister's level of one percent, you can go to a five-star hotel to become a chef. ”

"Really? Then I'll go learn from my sister now. Xiaojing got up, and at the same time did not forget to serve the bowl of steamed eggs that had not been touched. Although she didn't believe in what Wu Feng said about Xue Cheng's craftsmanship, this was an opportunity.

The moment she opened the door and entered the kitchen, she poured the steamed eggs from the bowl into the plastic bag in her pocket.

Then, a scream of "ah-" came from the kitchen.

A shiny kitchen knife flew past the tip of her nose, and if it was a millimeter forward, it would cut her nose in half. Xiaojing covered her screaming mouth in horror.

It's a shame for a three-grade killer not to be able to predict the trajectory of a kitchen knife grazing the tip of his nose.

Xue Cheng took the flying kitchen knife: "Are you okay? I like to practice flying knives in the kitchen when I cook." ”

Xiaojing hugged the bowl and shook her head repeatedly: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm ...... I'm here to learn cooking from my sister. ”

"Don't listen to Wu Fenghu, I can only cook some home-cooked food, where is there any cooking skills. Also, the gnocchi soup is about to cook, so you can wash the dishes later. ”

"Cooked?" Xiao Jing was surprised, it had only been two minutes, but the pot on the induction cooker was indeed steaming, and the sweet aroma of flour, the fragrance of spinach, and the strong aroma of green onions merged into a new flavor, which was the taste of pimple soup! More than the bowl of pimple soup of 100 yuan she had eaten in a five-star hotel, it made her appetite explode.

Xiaojing walked to the pot, it was really just a pot of pimple soup, not even a drop of oil, and it was not poisoned.

"Senior sister, shall I serve the meal?" said Xiaojing.

"Good. Xue Cheng picked up the bottle of sesame oil, dropped a drop of sesame oil into the pimple soup that was boiling, and turned off the induction cooker.

Just a drop of sesame oil made the taste of the pimple soup several realms higher, and Xiaojing's saliva finally couldn't hold back, and she swallowed a big mouthful.

Could it be that the sesame oil here is better than the fragrance elsewhere, Xiaojing is thinking about completing the task and buying a few bottles of sesame oil from the local area. She quietly looked at the sign on the sesame oil bottle and wrote it down.

Xiao Jing brought four bowls of pimple soup on a tray and gave them to a few people one by one, not that she didn't think about poisoning Xue Cheng's bowl when she served the meal, but smelling such a wonderful aroma of pimple soup, she couldn't care about poisoning.

With a fine white porcelain spoon, scoop up half a spoonful of pimples with finely chopped spinach leaves along the edge of the bowl, and send them into the mouth, the fragrance is soft and overflowing all over the mouth, and when you bite it gently, the small pimples have a slight strength, and the teeth seem to be massaged. Swallow it gently, and the soft and warm sensation spreads from the mouth to the stomach and then to the whole body.

This bowl of gnocchi soup is definitely a thousand times better than the chef of a five-star hotel!

The killer Qingya couldn't care about anything at this time, and ate the bowl of hot pimple soup one bite after another, and almost licked the bowl.

Putting down the bowl, she noticed that the other three people still had a lot of pimple soup in their bowls, and they were eating so slowly! No, they were eating a second bowl!

Xiaojing didn't hesitate, got up with the bowl and went to the kitchen to serve the second bowl, but the pot was cleaner than her bowl.

Only then did she suddenly remember her identity, according to the time, the poison in the steamed egg that the beautiful man ate should have attacked a long time ago.

She quickly turned around, and he was still sitting there, drinking the pimple soup gracefully and quickly, and his body did not react at all.

Maybe it's not time for a seizure yet, so we'll see. She pretended to wash the pots and dishes, and went to the sink to carefully clean the bowl of the poisonous steamed eggs she had just put and the poisonous steamed egg bowl of Yan Lanxi.

After the three of them finished eating the pimple soup, Xiaojing washed all the dishes, cleaned up the kitchen, walked out with garbage bags, and found the three of them sitting in the pavilion in the courtyard, and the beautiful man was eating a cup of ice cream.

The question is, calculating the time, he should have been a dead man a long time ago, why is he still alive? Is the amount of poison he made today not enough? The raw materials that are alive are invalid?

Xiaojing asked timidly, "Senior sister, I'm going to throw out the garbage, where is the trash can on the farm?"

"On the right side of the farm gate, if you're going to make a run, clean up the garbage bags from the two bedrooms and the toilet. Xue Cheng said. It's nice to have a maid who can do housework, and she's thinking about whether to train this killer to be a lifelong nanny.

"Okay, senior sister. "As a poor child who lives in someone else's house to escape, you must have the consciousness to do housework for others.

Xiaojing cleaned up all the garbage bags at home and carried them to the gate of the farm.

Xue Cheng lives in a very far distance from the gate of the farm, passing many dormitories and a venue on the way.

Xiaojing met a local dog in the farm garbage can, she took the uneaten steamed egg out of her pocket and fed it to the dog.

The poor earth dog died within a minute of eating the steamed egg.

There is nothing wrong with her craft, why doesn't that beautiful man have any problems eating steamed eggs?

People are much larger than dogs, perhaps the onset of human poison is longer, modern people often eat gutter oil garbage poisonous food, the body has drug resistance, the onset of toxin is prolonged.

Maybe the beautiful man had died of poison at this time, Xiaojing quietly walked back, and decided to see if Yan Lanxi was dead in the dark first, and then make the next plan.

But as soon as she walked to the venue of the farm, she was caught by Wu Feng and took her to the clubhouse in the east to sleep.