Stunning ruffian concubine: kick off the black belly

What he knows is just some simple home-cooked dishes.Just look at the entertainment embarrassment picture
But now, since he had already agreed, he had to do what he said.

He thought about it and decided to find someone to guide him.

In the kitchen---

On the stove, on the floor, in the pot. . [

The scene looked a little horrible.

Beside the stove, the enchanting and beautiful Lord Mojun stared angrily at the black lump in the pot with a bit of anger on his face.

On the side, a man in his 40s was kneeling on the ground, trembling with fright.

"What's going on here? Why did this crispy hoof that I burned turn out like this?"

Meijue put down the spatula in her hand, turned around, and glared at the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground with a pale face and trembling body, who almost fainted.

"Demon... Lord Mojun... This... This hoof has been burned for too long, so..."

"Didn't you tell me that it would take so long to burn?"

Meijue frowned, "How can you let me handle it after it's burned like this?"

How can he let others eat something that he can't even eat himself?

"It's better..."

The middle-aged man looked up at him, then quickly lowered his head in awe, "Why don't you let the servants cook these dishes well, Lord Mojun, do you think this is good?"

If he continued, he was really worried that the kitchen would be burned down.

Meijue refused without hesitation, "How is this possible? I promised to make it myself. When you get up, I don't believe that I can't even cook these few dishes today."

Thinking of him as a majestic demon king in the demon world, what things would he not know how to do?

How can such a small matter as cooking be difficult for him?

However, he didn't know that the simpler some small things are, the harder it is to do.

In the dining room—

Nianyue reached out to touch her stomach, pouted, and muttered, "Why hasn't Uncle Meijue come out yet, Qixi, should we go and have a look?"

Luo Qixi had been waiting for them for almost an hour. [

It's been a long time.

She knew that some people simply don't know how to cook eight-treasure ducks.

Otherwise, can they wait until now?

Luo Qixi covered her lips with her hand and yawned, lying on the table, she said lazily, "What's the hurry, wait slowly."

Nianyue also lay down on the table, blinking at her, "But...but I've been waiting for a long time, when will it be ready?"

At this moment, in the kitchen, Meijue is busy making the best dish.

After the previous few failures, although the last one was a little worse than what he had imagined, it was much better in terms of appearance and taste.

He didn't know that it is so difficult to cook well, even more difficult than his practice.

There was a layer of sweat on his forehead, and his originally too fair face was a little reddened by the steam in the pot.

A luxurious purple silk robe was stained with a lot of grease, and the smooth and shiny black hair was a bit messy.

He directly took the sleeve of his robe to wipe the sweat off his face, reached out to cover the pot, turned around and said to the middle-aged man, "In your opinion, how good are these dishes?"

There are already several prepared dishes on the table at the side.

The middle-aged man had a flattering smile on his face, and he kept praising, "Master Mojun is really talented in this area."