Chapter 82: I Xu Zhiyi just starved to death...

"No, this is our dinner?" He Ye pointed to the kitchen with the same style as the entire thatched house, and said uncertainly.
In the small room called the kitchen, there is only a large stove that needs artificial fire, and an iron pot.
On the wooden table next to it, a handful of fresh green vegetables, a bag of white noodles, and some necessary seasonings.
Peng Fei's eyes widened too.
He murmured: "Don't be so cheating, right?"
Xu Zhiyi gave up thinking.
She said tiredly: "I don't care, I'll go to the room to rest, whoever likes to eat, do it yourself."
After speaking, he turned his cold face and walked out.
He Ye and Peng Fei looked at each other.
Peng Fei said: "I'm a little hungry."
He Ye warned: "I will never cook. These heavy smoke and oily fumes will damage my carefully maintained skin!"
Peng Fei: "..."
He glanced at He Ye's figure with a stubborn look, and gave up struggling: "All right, I'll come."
After that, he rolled up his sleeves and squatted down and found matches and wood to make a fire.
Five minutes later.
Thick black smoke rose into the sky.
Xu Zhiyi coughed loudly and ran over: "What are you two doing? Are you burning the house?"
Peng Fei: "..."
He said helplessly: "I, I just want to make a fire and cook noodles."
Xu Zhiyi held back his anger: "Then what?"
Peng Fei gave a dry cough: "Then it becomes what you see."
What a broken stove!
Not burning at all!
He scolded inwardly.
In the end, the few people still couldn't eat the noodles.
Because Xu Zhiyi was determined not to allow Peng Fei to touch the kitchen anymore.
So the three of them sat on the wooden stools in the living room, silently looking at the bright and beautiful little villa in front of them.
A gust of wind blew, and a strong barbecue aroma floated into the noses of the three.
Cuckoo.
The three of you look at me, and when I look at you, they all see the embarrassment on each other's face.
"No, I can't help it!" Peng Fei stood up suddenly, staring at the villa in front of him with a fierce face.
"Why do we sit here starving in a desolate way, and people enjoy barbecue like that?"
"I'm not convinced!" he said loudly.
He Ye looked at him with a ferocious look ready to rob at any time, and asked expectantly: "So, you want to go..."
"Of course it's going to eat food!" Peng Fei looked righteous.
He Ye: "..."
Peng Fei glanced at the two of them: "Where are you?"
He Ye rubbed his stomach and shook his head in a bit of pain: "I won't go. The calories of the barbecue are too high. I'm afraid of getting fat."
Insist on exquisite design without collapse!
Xu Zhiyi glanced at him with relief, turned around to look at Peng Fei, and snorted: "Isn't it just skipping meals? You can't bear this? I won't go, I won't bow to the Silver team! "
[Hahahaha I thought Peng Fei you were going to grab food, but you were going to eat rice. Are your tendons and eight-pack abdominal muscles displayed? 】
[Oh, I see He Ye, I am withered, why do I have to live so rough as a woman~]
[Why the Golden Team is always so poor, but I just want to laugh hahahaha]
[I Xu Zhiyi died of starvation, so hungry that I cried to myself, I will never eat the silver team! 】
[Wait for the fragrance]
[Wait for the fragrance]
[Wait for the fragrance]
...
Peng Fei glanced at the two teammates and saw that neither of them had the intention to move, and stood up by himself: "Okay, then you stay here, I'm going."