Lucky Cub Cub and his brother are in the control group

Chapter 35 Soul torture
Here, Sang Wanzhou had just washed the rice and poured the rice into the pot, and was about to pour water when Xiao Fubao stopped him again.

"Brother, the master said that the water should not exceed the height of a knuckle."

Xiao Fubao's voice stopped, and his eyes gradually became suspicious.

Afterwards, she sent a direct soul-crushing question towards Sang Manzhou: "Brother, you shouldn't be, can't you cook?"

Sang Manzhou: "..."

[Hahahaha, directly attack the torture of the soul!Sang Manzhou's expression froze! 】

[Little baby, did you realize that your brother can't cook?so funny! 】

[The two of them really dare to do it and eat it! 】

Sang Manzhou's mouth twitched fiercely.

Of course he couldn't say in front of a child that he didn't know how to cook, right?

What a shame!
Even her six-year-old child knows how to cook. Wouldn't it be a shame if he, a 25-year-old adult, couldn't cook?
Sang Manzhou, who is strong in his life, will never bow his head!
"How is that possible? My brother can cook, but I haven't done it for a long time and I forgot. Just go and wait for the meal." Sang Manzhou lightly defended himself.

Xiao Fubao's eyes were still dubious.

It was obvious that he didn't quite believe what he said.

But in order not to refute his face, he had to nod his head and obediently climbed onto the chair beside the table, took down the vegetables, put them in a pot bigger than her face at the door, and squatted like Sang Manzhou just washed the rice. Wash the dishes at the door.

In the kitchen, Sang Wanzhou's heart skipped a beat, and with the idea of ​​a knife both horizontally and vertically, he added a knuckle of water to it.

He used a lighter borrowed from the show crew to burn some wood under the stove, and then squatted in front of the stove with a bamboo fan to fan the flames.

That posture, like the little old man in the village, didn't look top-notch at all.

[Hahahaha, Sang Wanzhou, a burden!Are your burdens gone? 】

[He has a ghostly baggage, and I still have photos of fans running into him squatting on the street eating barbecue and drinking beer in my mobile phone! 】

[Eh, eh, upstairs, I have it too!Tank top, pants, big slippers, gold-rimmed glasses on his face, and messy hair. If it weren't for the high-definition picture, plus his appearance and figure are too resistant, I would have doubted whether it was him! 】

[Hahahaha, Sang Wanzhou: You want a face!Don't mention my black history! 】

Just among the lively barrage, a colorful barrage suddenly floated out, which was very eye-catching.

[His black history is still less?Sleeping powder, beating people, playing big names.This little Fubao is six years old. It's really a coincidence. Didn't Sang Wanzhou happen to be photographed accompanying a pregnant woman to a maternity check-up six years ago?Oh. Could it be that this little Fubao is actually his daughter?The two still look alike. 】

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, the entire live broadcast room exploded in an instant.

Everyone is discussing the relationship between Xiao Fubao and Sang Wanzhou.

Zhou Dong saw something bad in front of the computer, and immediately led the navy to reverse the barrage rhythm.

But the opposite side is obviously prepared, the rhythm is wave after wave, and it is still a colorful barrage, which does not give any chance to whitewash.

The needle can only be inserted after seeing the seam. They don't even leave the seam. How can the needle be inserted?

The barrage exploded in an instant. Sang Manzhou's past several years ago, and even false gossip began to brush up on the barrage.

One after another, even things that may not have been done have become real under some black materials with real photos.

(End of this chapter)