Fubao wears books and becomes a group pet

Chapter 873 Too bad

Xi Shi is so angry, this Li Lin is simply hurting others!What a jerk.

If he usually ignored Li Lin, but now that he found a good seedling, how could he let it go?

He has to grab it!
So a god of food and a gourmet, the two were arguing fiercely on the Internet, and the two were also the top existences in their own industries, and they actually scolded each other as childishly as two children.

In the end, he scolded directly: "You bastard!"

"You're the bastard!"

"No, you're an asshole!"

"No, you're an asshole!"

Netizens looked at Xi Shishen's typing on the left for a while, and Li Lin's typing on the right for a while. Everyone's head was like clockwork, and their movements were in unison, turning left and right at the same time.

Finally, because the two quarreled so much that they lacked language, some netizens couldn't help it.

A roar: "You all stop arguing! She is mine!"

"Who are you!"

Li Lin, who was blushing from the quarrel, and Xi Shishen immediately spoke in unison, staring at this line of words with fierce eyes.

I saw the man introduce slowly: "I am Napoleon, the royal chef of the French court."

The two said in unison: "Fuck you Napoleon! You took a broken wheel and still want to rob our country's treasure? Why don't you stay cool!"

Not only Xi Shishen and Li Lin launched a personal attack on the French royal chef, but the entire network also attacked.

Just kidding, Brother Shui is the treasure girl of our country, is that what you, a foreigner, can imagine?
Fubao, who was completing the final procedure, had no idea what kind of strong response she had caused on the Internet, let alone that several big names were fighting for her.

She picked up a dozen or so seasonings on the table and put them in the soup.

Lin Wanxi's eyes twitched, he hesitated to speak.

But thinking that he was not optimistic about Fubao just now, he was surprised by Fubao and restrained himself.

Mo Junying stroked his forehead, his stomach hurt even more.

In terms of color, the dishes cooked by the little girl are second to her and no one dares to recognize the first.

The problem is that the little girl is really the originator of dark cooking, other people's hands can turn decay into magic, and his little girl can turn magic into poison.

At the beginning, he was full of joy to taste the dishes made by the little girl, and then...

Don't talk about it, my stomach hurts when I talk about it.

At this time, Fubao added some starch to coat a thin layer, then scooped a spoonful and put it in the basin.

I don't know how Fubao works, the thin scum only flows under the basin, but doesn't spread over other places.As soon as the wind blows, the light green leaves rippling gently, like rippling blue waves, making the whole pot of vegetables lively.

"awesome!"

"It's a miracle!"

"I want to eat!"

"I want to eat too!"

"Brother Shui, I love you, for you, I am ready to bend over!"

There is a starry eye on the Internet. Needless to say, boys have long been fascinated by Fubao. All boys have a martial arts dream. When Fubao subdues the murderer with three punches and two kicks like a god, The boys have long regarded Fubao as the goddess in their hearts.

What's more, the goddess can cook, and she cooks so beautifully.

As for the girls, every girl has a foodie attribute in her body, and she is all captured by Fubao's despised food.

With the lessons learned from Mo Junying's sweet-scented osmanthus cake, everyone is full of expectations for this delicacy of Fubao.

Especially Director Zhang, whose eyes were almost buried in the dishes.

After Fu Bao wiped his hands clean, he took Mo Junying's hand and looked up at Mo Junying like a treasure: "Brother Ying, try it."

"it is good."

Mo Junying took a pair of chopsticks and a clean small plate with his knuckle-boned hands, and picked up an egret flying in the sky. It was just soaking in the water without adding any seasoning.

He put the egret in his mouth and chewed gracefully.

Fu Bao's eyes were filled with anticipation: "How is it? Is it delicious?"

"Very tasty."

Mo Junying narrowed his eyes, showing an expression of enjoyment.

Fu Bao immediately smiled like a flower: "Then eat a white lotus."

Holding the chopsticks, he paused slightly: "It still doesn't work, so many people don't have enough to eat, so make it for me next order."

"also!"

Fu Bao agreed bluntly, and then waved his hand: "Everyone, come and taste it."

(End of this chapter)