Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

Chapter 947 The Kitchen That Exploded in Place

Yu Xiaoyao never imagined that with very Jun's craftsmanship, he could fry the kitchen, and he did it twice in a short period of time.

Outrageous is not enough to describe.

This is the deputy director who ranks second in Defeng Gudao's culinary skills.

Blow up the kitchen.

At once……

Anyway, Yu Xiaoyao just laughed outright.

This movement is too exaggerated.

Those who know know that this is the kitchen, and the people inside are cooking. Those who don't know, seeing this scene, may not think that this is a alchemy room for alchemy, and the people inside accidentally blew up the furnace.

After laughing, the expression on his face instantly became serious: "My friend, do you want to try again?"

This should not have happened, but today, it happened in front of his eyes very magically, Yu Xiaoyao expressed that he could not accept it.

This matter is obviously abnormal, and it is even less likely that it was intentional by a friend.

With the personality of a good friend, how could he lose face in front of his senior brother?

In other words, something might happen to the friend, and even the friend himself did not expect it.

Who will he find for dinner in the future?
Brother?

Yu Xiaoyao quickly extinguished this idea in his mind, senior brother is now a married man, no matter how big-hearted he is, he still knows what he can do and what he can't, how could Tangtang Tianji be a fool.

Not far away, Zhou Jueyin asked concerned: "What happened?"

Can the kitchen explode?This made him have some doubts about the knowledge he possessed, and it is impossible for this to happen according to common sense.

"There's no need to keep trying." Jun Fei shook his head lightly.

With his attainments in this way, it is absolutely impossible for him to make two mistakes in a row, and it is not a matter of ingredients and seasonings.

That could only be——

"Brother, I can't cook anymore."

The very gentleman who walked in front of Lin Chongyang felt that his future life was gloomy, and even his mood was slightly shaken.

Thinking back to the last time when his mind was in turmoil, it was a long time ago, when his senior brother went to participate in the jihad on Shiliu Island and severely injured Shen Sleeping, he thought that his mental state had been tempered enough to be strong.

but.

That's because you didn't encounter anything you cared about.

At the moment when the casserole exploded, he even had the idea of ​​returning the red horn to the furnace.

However, as soon as this idea was born, it was directly stifled by him.

Where the problem lies, he already understood in his heart.

After calming down again, he still couldn't do it, no matter it was because of his affection, or because his brother liked this child very much.

Lin Chongyang, who put down the teacup in his hand, stood up, raised his hand and patted his junior brother on the shoulder, and then said to everyone:

"Let me do it."

Even Mr. Lin felt that good fortune was tricking people at this time.

At the same time as creating life, even talent was distributed.

In the eyes of others, this is not an important matter, but only in the eyes of others, to Mu Ci, cooking skills are very important.

Then this very important thing is gone.

The powerful but not omnipotent Master Lin is helpless. The impact and blow to Muci must have been huge. Even as a senior brother, he can only hope that the junior brother's heart is strong and firm now. .

"I'll give my brother a hand."

At the same time as he spoke, Jun Fei quickly followed Lin Chongyang's footsteps, and the two entered the kitchen together.

After a short period of discouragement and loss, he walked out by himself.

Talent doesn't disappear, it transfers.

When Yan'er grows up, she can also learn to cook, so she feels much more comfortable thinking about it, at least she has passed this test.

From the perspective of Yu Xiaoyao and others, the development of the matter, the word magic is not enough to describe it.

Previously, everyone had only heard from various sources that Mr. Lin cooks excellent dishes, but that's all. Very few people have actually seen or eaten them.

so that...

Seeing Lin Chongyang washing his hands and cooking, he was a little shocked.

In the past, when Doomsday Seventeen was still the playwright of Yongye, I heard Yu Xiaoyao mention this matter, but I didn't expect it to come true today.

Yu Xiaoyao turned around and said, "Yong Ye, let me tell you, today we are lucky, the senior cooks himself!"

Doomsday Seventeen just nodded.

His food appreciation ability is not bad at all, but not everyone is like Yu Xiaoyao, who can't wait to eat nine meals a day. In the past, when he had no money to eat, he would wash the dishes to pay off his debts.

After looking at each other, Zhou Jueyin and Lie Hongjiao, who were sitting at the side, decided that it would be better not to say anything, as both of them have relatively stable personalities.

"Little Red Pepper, how's your studies going?"

Yu Xiaoyao, who was sitting in the seat vacated by Lin Chongyang, began to chat with Lie Hongjiao, who was able to chat with anyone.

The boy poured tea for him, and then replied: "Everything is as usual, thank you Uncle Yu for your concern."

"No, why am I uncle?"

A "young man" about two thousand years old expressed dissatisfaction with this.

"Uncle Yu seems to be older than both Uncle and Dad, but his actual age is much younger than Dad." After thinking for a while, Lie Hongjiao said to Yu Xiaoyao in a serious manner.

"What does it mean to look bigger than a senior brother and very king?"

Looking at the two figures in the kitchen through the window, Yu Xiaoyao, who picked up the teacup, put the teacup back on the table, revealing helplessness in his words.

At once……

This seems to be true.

Compared with him, the white-haired Da Xianjue, the white hair of the senior brother and his friend is more like a decorative decoration.

Especially the senior brother, the perception is almost perfect to the extreme.

At this time, the boy added: "Moreover, Mr. Yong Ye looks much younger than Uncle Yu."

"My actual age is also younger than him." Doomsday Seventeen raised his mouth slightly.

With his mind, he can naturally see that Lie Hongjiao didn't intend to tease Yu Xiaoyao on purpose, and it's good for children to be innocent.

Similar to those two in his family, in the future...

It is very likely that they will be arranged to study together.

"Damn! You, you, you...you..." Yu Xiaoyao showed a sad look on his face, raised his right hand to his heart, and continued:
"My heart hurts so much! I'll have to eat two more later, no, at least three more bowls to get better."

"If you can't eat three big bowls, practice a few tricks with me later." At this time, only a clear voice came from the kitchen.

"Senior brother, just look at it!" Yu Xiaoyao's expression changed, and he said loudly: "I am the invincible Yu Xiaoyao!"

Lie Hongjiao looked him up and down: "Is Yu Abo better than Uncle?"

The sudden words made Yu Xiaoyao almost unstoppable.

"Uh, no," he replied.

Anyone who can't bear it has to compare with the senior brother.

After hearing the answer, the boy holding the teacup tilted his head and continued to ask, "Is that better than Dad?"

"This..." The corners of Yu Xiaoyao's mouth twitched slightly, he still chose to tell the truth, it's not good to lie to children: "Maybe a good friend is better."

The main reason is that the friend is not far away, and the two have indeed fought.

Otherwise, he really can't answer right now.

Little Red Pepper's mind is much stronger than Little Moyun's.

(End of this chapter)