Sweetheart: Imperial school grass, please stop!

Chapter 235 Unidentified Objects
An Zihao stretched out his hand and pinched Gu Qianyi's pale face, he couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with you?"

Gu Qianyi pointed at the egg soup in An Zihao's hand with a trembling finger: "I saw that you put more than half of the pot of oil, so, can you tell me how many spoonfuls of salt you put in?"

"Five spoonfuls of salt, three spoonfuls of monosodium glutamate, three spoonfuls of chicken essence, one-third of soy sauce, one-third of vinegar..." An Zihao tilted his head and carefully listed them all.

Gu Qianyi held the position of the heart opening, and almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

She stared at An Zihao in front of her, her fingers trembling in the air for a long time: "Are you trying to murder us all?"

An Zihao couldn't help frowning, "What?"

"Taste it yourself and you'll know." Gu Qianyi took the spoon and quickly scooped up a spoonful from the egg soup and handed it to him.

An Zihao looked at Gu Qianyi, inexplicably recalling her previous appearance where all three souls and six souls were lost.

He took the spoon from Gu Qianyi's hand with a calm face, and then put it back in the egg soup.

"It looks delicious, so let's leave it at that." An Zihao turned around and walked out of the kitchen with the egg soup in his hand.

Gu Qianyi couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth as he watched An Zihao walk out of the kitchen with the egg soup.

Where did you find out that this egg soup tastes good? !
She raised her forehead silently, who the hell gave you the confidence.

She quickly followed An Zihao's pace with the fried sweet and sour cabbage and braised pork.

As soon as they left the kitchen, they saw Grandpa An and the old housekeeper staring at the egg soup that An Zihao put down with wide-open eyes, as if they were studying something.

"Well, Qianyi. Your dish is delicious. It's full of flavor." Grandpa An nodded and commented, even though he didn't even understand what it was.

The old housekeeper also blinked and looked at An Zihao in a daze, "Yes, yes, the master is right. This looks like... soup, right?"

Neck frowned slightly, "Can't you see it?"

"How could it be, young lady, this is soup, it's too obvious." The old housekeeper let out bursts of awkward laughter, but he really didn't see it.

Grandpa An looked at the black unknown object floating on the soup and couldn't help but nodded: "I see, this is beef rib soup, right?!"

An Zihao's smile just now collapsed in an instant.

Seeing this, the old housekeeper quickly opened his mouth to save him: "No, this should be... pig heart soup."

As soon as the old housekeeper finished speaking, An Zihao's slumped face was covered with a thin layer of dark clouds.

The old butler looked at Grandpa An innocently and blinked.

Grandpa An also looked unhurried, watching Gu Qianyi who came out, immediately cast a look for help.

"Grandpa, Uncle Zhang, that's egg soup." Although Gu Qianyi agreed with what Grandpa An and Uncle Zhang said about the beef rib soup and pig heart soup, she knew that if she said it, she would definitely be surprised by An Zihao's eyes killed.

Grandpa An and the old housekeeper paused slightly after hearing Gu Qianyi's words, and then they all stared in surprise on the bowl of "egg soup" that lied to the strange white mist and couldn't help swallowing.

This is egg soup? !This is egg soup? !
Grandpa An and the old housekeeper silently wiped away the sweat that didn't exist on their foreheads.

They have seen a lot of strange things at this age, but this... This is black but white mist, and there are many black unidentified objects floating in the soup. Is it—egg soup? !
(End of this chapter)