Explosive Poison Concubine: Your Highness, please accept

Chapter 592 Sweet and Sour Pork Ribs
When she got home, Mu Qianqian, a foodie, couldn't take it anymore and dragged Baili Mochen to the kitchen, crying out that she was hungry.

When they ran to the kitchen, the chefs who were busy all stopped to salute Baili Mochen and Mu Qianqian. Mu Qianqian was about to run to tell the head chef what he wanted to eat, but Baili Mochen actually As soon as she took a step, she spoke,

"Go back."

ha?Mu Qianqian didn't understand the meaning of Baili Mochen's words.

The other people in the kitchen understood, they bowed to Mu Qianqian and Baili Mochen, and retreated consciously.

"Mo Mo, they've all retreated, who will cook?" Mu Qianqian really wanted to say that she was so hungry that her chest was pressed against her back.

Baili Mochen looked at Mu Qianqian, and said lightly, "Qianqian..."

Mu Qianqian, who hadn't cooked for a long time, when she heard Baili Mochen's suggestive words, made a small protest with her flat mouth silently, and then appointed her to wash her hands and make soup for her husband.

Looking at the ingredients on the chopping board, Mu Qianqian already knew what she was going to cook, but when she was about to tell the cook to light the fire, she realized that even the cook had been kicked out...

Mu Qianqian's eyes fell on Baili Mochen who was standing leisurely not far away. Baili Mochen seemed to know what Mu Qianqian wanted to say, so he shouted at the door, but Mu Qianqian didn't tell him at all. Opportunity.

"Come on, Mo Mo burns the fire."

Baili Mochen, "..."

Snapped--

The kitchen knife in Mu Qianqian's hand fell on the cutting board just like that, and Baili Mochen saw that the kitchen knife had penetrated at least five centimeters into the cutting board.

She tilted her head and said to Baili Mochen with a smile, "Momo, you won't refuse, right?"

"A lady's request, a husband will naturally not refuse." Baili Mochen caressed his sleeves, and walked towards Mu Qianqian flutteringly.

When Baili Mochen stood in front of the fire stove, looking at the beautiful scenery, Mu Qianqian suddenly felt a sense of guilt for dragging the gods into the world.

Yarn!It's even worse for the lady who cooks and her husband to watch from the sidelines. She is trying to alleviate Momo's guilt towards herself, that's right!
"Momo, I'm going to make sweet and sour pork ribs, and heat up."

The ribs are almost done, just deep fry them until golden brown.

After Mu Qianqian cleaned the pot, she looked at Baili Mochen standing in front of the stove, frowning slightly, as if holding back whether to clean up the dirty place thoroughly.

Mu Qianqian pursed her lips and said worriedly, "Is Mo Mo still unwilling to cook with me?"

The next moment, Mu Qianqian heard Baili Mochen say, "How prosperous?"

"Well, the fire will be fine."

Baili Mochen didn't quite understand what the big fire Mu Qianqian was talking about, but he figured it out on his own with his witty head.

"Momo, light up the fire!" Mu Qianqian was secretly rejoicing how Baili Mochen, a person who hadn't cooked for a thousand years, lit a fire, and besides, the fire would be blown out, that's right, put your mouth on it The hollowed out bamboo is blown into the stove.

The brain made up the picture, and then replaced it with Baili Mochen's face... Tsk tsk tsk, what a hot eye~
Mu Qianqian, who is full of fun, never expected that clusters of small flames burst out from Baili Mochen's fingertips. He threw the small flames into the stove, and the stinging sound made the stove burn as loudly as possible. How prosperous.

"Is this the right temperature?"

(End of this chapter)