Vol 2 Chapter 114: : Dark cuisine (a wave of daily hilarious)

The daily itinerary of going to the villa in the Lujia mountainous area for autumn vacation has been so firm that no one can get it down. The Lujia Mountain Villa is close to the boundless blue sea on the one hand, and the dazzling mountains and forests can make little lovers enjoy themselves.
How could Gu Yuze's eyes with such an upright son-in-law plan for the chairman of the board of directors escaped?
Let me ask: Why did Gu Yuze agree to the chairman's invitation to send this fat and greasy braised pork from Munan into the mouth of Lu's family?
Gu Shaojiao replied: Creating opportunities is a way to create more opportunities.

On Friday evening, the Caucasus was lying lazily lying in front of the gate to sleep, a terrifying stench gliding along the autumn wind, accurately falling into the nose of the Caucasus' sensitive and moist dog.
Caucasus suddenly awakened from the dream of bones, raised his head, and ran towards the root of the stench-it wanted to stop the nasty smell.
Gu Yuze just walked downstairs, "Mother Zhang, tomorrow's schedule is—"
Before he could say his words, the burnt smell rushed into his nose frantically, thick white smoke floating in the air, and a faint fire alarm sounded. Gu Yuze frowned slightly, and soon discovered that the source of the stench came from the kitchen...
There were still stern and cruel dog barks in the kitchen. Gu Yuze held his nose and kicked open the kitchen door.
The whole cooking room was filled with a scorching smell. The wet ground was covered with water stains from automatic fire extinguishers, and a dark shadow amidst the thick smoke was jumping on the cooking table.
"Young, young master? You are here — come and see, where is the kitchen range hood, I haven't found it after searching for a long time, cough cough cough... choked me to death..."
"Wow~"
After a while, the turbidity in the kitchen was finally cleared, and the powerful range hood finally functioned correctly. The chaos dispersed, and the horror of the entire kitchen was particularly frightening. Munan was wearing dirty white clothes, with a little black stain on his left cheek, which looked like a matchmaker. She was standing in front of the cooking table with a dry smile, a fat black dog panting on her feet.
Gu Yuze put his hands on his chest and asked, "Where is Mom Zhang?"
Munan: "Hey, why don't you go to the Lujia villa tomorrow? Madam Zhang is worried that the living conditions over there will not meet your high standards, so she deliberately went to the housekeeper to clean up and adjust."
Gu Yuze looked at the messy cooking table. The miserable condition of various vegetables and meat was particularly dazzling: "What are you doing in the kitchen?"
Munan said solemnly: "I want to... make an egg fried rice."
"Egg-fried-rice." Gu Yuze touched the three words and saw the wanton stream of egg white and yolk on the desk, and the egg shell remaining on the mouth of the Caucasian dog. Looking at the black rice cooking pot, the first-rate cooking pot imported from Germany, made of titanium alloy, and extremely resistant to pressure, the black rice with black smiles from the unclosed edges.
This is... cooking egg fried rice with your life? Are you checking the quality of cooking utensils?
Munan looked at Gu Yuze's unpredictable expression. He leaned lazily by the door, his chestnut hair trembling slightly, and his chiseled face was full of thought. In the chaos, there was actually some erratic beauty of the enchanting, and he couldn't help but swallowed his saliva, and explained with his paws: "It's really not my problem, this pot...I used this pot according to the instructions, and Zhang Ma was obedient in it , It will fry as soon as I come, this, this must be a problem with the pot!"
The expensive German-imported pot silently bears this scapegoat.
Gu Yuze asked: "What's the matter with those dishes?"
He was referring to bits and pieces of radish, greens, garlic and even half-cut beef on the cutting board.
Mu Nangan laughed, patted off the black scum on his clothes, and explained solemnly: "There are only eggs and rice in the egg fried rice. How boring is the yellow, white, yellow and white one? I want to add some green vegetables and carrots, just as a color."
The Caucasus grinned his dog's mouth in unison, one person and one dog looked at Gu Yuze innocently. Under the messy background, it seemed that two victims who had just escaped from war and famine, twinkling eyes filled with life. Desire.
"Actually, don't underestimate me, I still made the finished product." Mu Nan was afraid that Gu Yuze would not be able to do it. He bent down and found a big wooden basin from the ruins. The basin was as big as a washbasin, and a tall one appeared. "Black Mountain" framed by egg fried rice.
Munan took out a large spoon, and slowly digging up the burnt "Black Mountain" while hesitating, he explained: "Although it looks a bit ugly on the outside, the egg fried rice inside must be of normal color! If you don't believe me, I dig it for you. look."
Gu Yuze watched a good show on the side, quietly watching Munan pretending to be forced.
He really likes to admire every expression on Munan's face, always so vivid and lively, attracting his attention anytime and anywhere. People can't help but want to touch and tease.
Seeing the scenery in the basin, Munan was dumbfounded: "I'm going, what's the matter? Where is the black coal?"
Reluctantly turned over, digging carefully.
"No, there is no good meal?"
"Bacheng has the same principle as the beckoning chicken."
"Oh, there is it!"
As soon as his eyes lighted up, Munan quickly took out a rice bowl and dug out the only two spoons of "golden and beautiful, natural and non-polluting" egg fried rice from a pile of black charcoal.
Yu Guang glanced at Gu Yuze as if he was leaning against the wall, and his eyes were full of jokes, and Munan suddenly felt sulky in his heart. It was an underestimated anger.
"I burned most of my kitchen, so I got something like this?"
"...Although there are few things, they are delicious, Caucasus, don't you think so. It's better than some people, who can't even use a kitchen knife, and don't even know that a pot is used for cooking~"
"Barking?"
Munan digs a little egg fried rice with a small spoon, kicks Caucasus with his toes: "Open your mouth, why do you prove it to Gu Yuze!"
Beautiful little silver spoon, beautiful golden egg fried rice, beautiful white hands-no, the Caucasian dog is dumbfounded, why does it see the silver spoon turning black?
When the Caucasus was in a daze, Munan had already stuffed the egg fried rice into its open dog's mouth.
"Look, Caucasus says it's good if you eat it!" Munan waved his paw triumphantly, and handed Gu Yuze a provocative look: Great experiments need to pay a price, so the price of a kitchen is still small.
Before Munan was finished, the Caucasian dog's eyes stood upright, his mouth opened, and he whimpered twice. The whites of his eyes turned up and fell to the ground, splashing eggshells and vegetable leaves.
Munan: ...
Gu Yuze helped his forehead.
Munan seldom cooks, and deeply follows the supreme truth of "hypocrite cooks far away." Therefore, in the kitchen she passed through, either the food was full of food, or the ingredients were not growing...
...
After finally inducing the sad Caucasus to induce vomiting, Munan took a deep breath, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to clean up the kitchen to make amends. Gu Yuze glanced at the Caucasus who was swaying and fleeing and said, "Do you still want to cause secondary damage to the kitchen?"
"What?"
"With your handicap ability, are you planning to tear down the kitchen later?"
auzw.com Munan moved his eyelids, cheeky trying to justify himself. Gu Yuze's fingers suddenly fell on his left cheek, and the warm fingertips touched it, and Munan's words suddenly stuck in his throat.
He was tall, slightly bent over, rubbing his fingers on her face, and he could hear his steady breathing close by.
"You, what are you doing so close?" Munan looked away awkwardly. She always felt that Gu Yuze would always approach her if he hadn't been close, and acted a little intimately. For example, helping her straighten her sleeves, swearing her tongue, pulling her hand to cross the road...
Gu Yuze coldly scolded, leaving his finger, leaving a small black stain on his index finger. He wiped his dirty fingers on the clothes on Munan's arm in disgust, and said disgustedly: "What's the dirty look like on his face? It's really ugly."
Munan: ...I rely on it.
As a tomboy who had "secretly loved" Gu Yuze, Munan was a little bit psychologically overshadowed, and also very guilty. Gu Yuze is actually nothing, a little more handsome, a little taller, and a little broken. The devil's a little bit of teasing makes her little slave boy easy to get upset.
This is a very bad smell.
Hey, I really have a problem with my mind. He didn't think much about other people's normal behavior. In his eyes, you are just like everyone else. Don't use Gu Yuze's unintentional intimacy as a booster for your heartbeat. Gu Yuze will not pay for you if you have a heart attack, let alone prepare a coffin for you, and put up incense during the festival!
Munan shook his head and put aside the confused thoughts.
She didn't even know that Lord Devil was really flirting with the little slave blatantly... She had already become the devil's dish.
"Kitchen, I'll send a special guard team to deal with it, you go and clean it up first--" Gu Yuze had seen enough of the good show. When he was about to end, he saw Munan carefully putting the only remaining two spoonfuls of egg fried rice on a wooden board. In a small lunch box.
Only then did Gu Yuze discover something that had been neglected. Munan was a kid who could only eat but could not cook and was a rare cook. Who made this egg fried rice for?
Caucasus?
Jiangcheng?
Or... Gu Yuze's thin lips lifted up, or is he going to undermine him Gu Yuze?
Gu Yuze thought, if this little slave spends a lot of time, it is to cook him a meal. Well, he can forgive her completely, and even give her a loving hug to encourage her.
Before he had time to ask, the mobile phone in Munan's pocket rang. Munan held the lunch box in one hand, and answered the phone swiftly in the other: "Come? Yes, wait at the door. I will bring it right away."
Putting down the phone, he turned his head and said to Gu Yuze: "I'll go, I'll be back soon."
Gu Yuze touched his chin in thought, using my Gu Yuze kitchen to make egg fried rice for other men? Haha...I didn't even think about it, just follow up and see, who is the brave assistant who dares to call him!
The Qingkong Mansion is heavily guarded, and strange vehicles a few meters outside the door are not allowed to approach. Munan brought a small lunch box and hurriedly ran out of the door. There was a dark and bright Ferrari sports car beside the door. There was a chilly black man in the car.
Munan braked the car three meters outside the door and threw the lunch box directly into the car. Baishan caught it firmly. Reaching out and weighing it, the face of Ice Cube couldn't see the expression: "So few?"
"Damn, I almost lost my life in the bombing, do you still think it's too small?"
Mu Nan's dirty clothes have not been changed, his short hair is in a mess, there is still a black stain on Qiao's face, and his black and white eyes glaring at Baishan gruntly: "What are you asking for? I have to ask me Make a dish for you. Isn’t this a death hunt? Now that the thing has been made, the grievances between us have been wiped out. In the future, let me see you. If you are not sick, you will get sick!"
When Lu Shishi was kidnapped, Baishan took the initiative to tell Munan where he was kidnapped, provided that Munan agreed to a request.
When Munan was ready to go to the knife, the mountain and the oil pot to do evil in all directions, Baishan called: [I heard that many Chinese men cook very well in cooking, would you like to cook for me? 】
Thus, this was the glorious deed of burning the kitchen in the Qingkong house in Munan and not forgetting the glorious deeds of making egg fried rice.
"Is there no poison in the meal?" Bai Shan thought of Munan's temperament. This kid is not a tool for anyone to play with, but a fox with sharp teeth.
Munan frowned, thinking of the current situation in the Caucasus, and shook his head resolutely: "Don't worry, people will never die if you eat it! If you don't eat it, return the lunch box to me!"
After all, he stretched out his palm to beg. Baishan naturally refused to give it, and put the lunch box aside, Yu Guang keenly saw the cold-faced man behind the little fox. Their eyes met silently in the air, and invisible sparks flew everywhere.
Bai Shan suddenly smiled towards Mu Nan: "Thank you, my little fox. We will keep in touch later."
Bai Shan hardly smiled, he just used a hammer to pry his mouth, and he didn't want to pry a smile. So his rare smile appeared, suddenly shaking the earth.
A smile appeared on his handsome and cold face like England, and Mu Nan suddenly felt a chill rise, almost thinking that he had fallen into the rumored smile.
Nima, smiled like a zombie.
He turned his head angrily, and in front of him was Gu Yuze's magnified handsome face. He also smiled gently: "The young master asked me to airlift some fresh ingredients."
Mu Nan murmured: "Young Master is so thoughtful, and Zhang Ma will not be short of ingredients when she comes back."
Gu Yuze smiled mildly and ghostly, and slapped Munan's shoulder with a gloomy white silver tooth: "Little slave, go, make Ben Shao an egg fried rice. If it tastes good, I will eat it. If it doesn't taste, you eat it. "
Munan:? ? ?
Because Munan destroyed the young master's kitchen, he was both emotionally and rationally at a disadvantage. As a result, he bit his head and ran into the makeshift kitchen, and had to prepare the things to go to the villa on the mountain tomorrow.
Baishan was in a good mood, drove to find a quiet cafe, took a seat, and curiously opened the lunch box Munan gave him.
The lid was lifted, and a strange smell floated out. Baishan frowned, and saw that the rice grains were golden in the snow white, the eggs were golden and crispy, and radish, green vegetables and even beef were added intimately. The performance of the egg fried rice was quite good.
"I can't see it, this little fox is still a cook."
Taking out the small silver spoon, Bai Shan dug a spoon of egg fried rice with the mood of fox meat.
In a good mood, I put a spoonful of egg fried rice into my mouth.
Rice, eggs, and vegetables dance perfectly on the tip of the tongue, making intimate contact with every taste bud.
The expression on Baishan's face became stiff:...
The cafe was in panic.
"Oh, someone fainted."
"Hurry up and call an ambulance!"
"This one seems to be the young master of the Bai family."
"Oh oh oh, what's on the table, fried rice with eggs?"
"Poison, he is poisoned!"
"What is the noise, hurry and save people!"
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