100 Types of Sweet Pampered Wife

Chapter 911 You Did It On Purpose!
"you do this delibrately?"

Ling Yuan stared at Jun Zhitong angrily. When this guy caught fire just now, the flames suddenly exploded and sprayed directly towards him.

Even though this little bit of flame couldn't hurt herself, Jun Zhitong's behavior was provocative.

"Haha, I was too excited at the moment, I went too far." Jun Zhitong scratched her head, with an embarrassed expression on her face. She just had an impromptu thought just now, wondering if she could spark the spiritual fire.

However, her spiritual fire didn't condense, but she couldn't control the fire for a while, and it spewed out.

Seeing Jun Zhitong's embarrassed expression, Ling Yuan frowned, it didn't look like it was intentional, but with her cooking skills, how could she make such a mistake?
"Is this rice okay?" Ling Yuan raised his hand, the rice grains scattered like a tornado, and flew in front of Jun Zhitong.

Jun Zhitong didn't shy away, raised her hand to grab a grain of rice, and threw it into her mouth.

"Well, it's not enough, keep blowing."

Ling Yuan raised his eyebrows, his eyes became colder and colder, this woman is constantly challenging the limit of her patience.

"Ling Yuan, calm down. You also want to eat the most delicious fried rice with eggs?" Jun Zhitong felt Ling Yuan's chill, and curled her lips, "You can just hold on for a while."

Ling Yuan was silent, but raised his hand, sucked the rice back, and continued to dry the rice.

Jun Zhitong took a deep breath, it seemed that there was no way to condense the spiritual fire for a while, so let's use the ordinary fire first.

Fire, seething.

Oil, smoking green.

Jun Zhitong's pupils shrank, and when she threw the spice into the pot, there was a stinging sound instantly.

At the same time, she picked up the frying spoon and kept stirring the spices, allowing the oil and spices to undergo a chemical reaction, forcing out the alluring aroma.

When the aroma of the spices was fully aroused, Jun Zhitong slapped the table, and the plate containing the side dishes flew up.

She just slapped the bottom of the plate, and all the side dishes inside jumped up, and then the frying spoon flipped over, grabbed the side dishes neatly, and dunked them into the pot.

In the next moment, Jun Zhitong's hands seemed to merge with the frying spoon, flexibly stirring the ingredients, making the fragrance even more intense.

Ling Yuan raised his eyebrows, this ultimate fragrance can really soothe people's soul.

No wonder some people say that food is the best "healing" medicine in the world, and it is not unreasonable.

"Ling Yuan, rice!"

After the words fell, Ling Yuan patted lightly, and the spinning rice flew towards Jun Zhitong like a hidden weapon.

Facing the flying rice, Jun Zhitong looked calm, with a firm look in her eyes.

Suddenly, her pupils shrank, and she picked up the beaten egg liquid and poured it on the rice.

At the moment when the egg liquid is poured out, the rice seems to be spiritual, entangled with the egg liquid, so that every grain of rice is covered with a layer of egg liquid.

Ling Yuan raised his head slightly, raised his hand, and pressed down gently.

These rice grains coated with egg liquid, like a dragon, got into the frying pan.

Taking advantage of this momentum, Jun Zhitong picked up the wok and frantically lifted it up, letting the rice grains and side dishes roll and tangle in the wok.

Rice grains and side dishes, like two couples of different races, danced to the rhythm of Jun Zhitong.

Gorgeous and handsome are the only words that can describe Jun Zhitong's cooking.

Although this body is weak, after a round of promotion, it has enough strength to handle the pot.

(End of this chapter)