The big entertainer adopted by the female president

Chapter 209 Asura Field?
Fengdu Garden.

A few square sized kitchens.

"Fuck!"

The oil pan was heated, the chopped green onion was stir-fried, a plate of fresh pork belly was poured into it, and Zhao Wanqi took the spatula and started to stir-fry.

At this time, for the convenience of cooking, she tied her long wavy hair behind her head, wore a floral apron over her slender and graceful figure, and occasionally wiped the sweat from her forehead with her wrist.

Tsk, don't even mention it, she is so skillful in her gestures that she can't tell that she is a well-dressed big star.

On the contrary, there are some housewives who wash their hands and make soup for their loved ones.

After frying the shredded pork until it was seven or eight mature, Zhao Wanqi poured the prepared green peppers into the pot again. That's right, what she wants to do now is green pepper shredded pork noodles.

After doing these preparations, Zhao Wanqi did not go directly into the pot, but continued to fry three more side dishes. After a while, she was ready to make up four dishes and one soup.

Although she is very silky underneath, not only delicious but also mouth-watering, but this is Wen Yan's first time, eating at her home, she naturally wants to do her best to make it richer.

Well, in terms of cooking skills, Zhao Wanqi doesn't want to kill a certain capitalist in seconds. After all, people have been immersed in cooking for many years in order to breastfeed their children, and their strength must not be underestimated.

But she is also Wen Yan's sister, so naturally she can't look too bad, but is compared by the capitalists.

in the living room.

Wen Yan sat on the sofa, watching TV series to pass the time, he frowned from time to time, and felt a little emotional in his heart:
Sure enough, there are similarities in time and space. Even Blue Star's youth campus drama has not escaped the poisonous spots of cheating and abortion.

Abuse for the sake of abuse, is it only the youth who fucks that is called youth?
Compared with bitterness and cruelty, he prefers sweet love. It is love that goes both ways. Not only can he experience the sour smell, but also the mutual achievements of two people.

Of course, the plots of the above two versions are a bit too extreme. The former is too bloody, and the latter is too dreamy, and it does not conform to the actual situation in reality.

In his view, the youth of most people is actually plain and simple.

Even stacking the homework books together makes me happy for a long time. If the seats are moved together, I will even feel that this is a godsend?
In this way, most of the feelings of adolescence have not had time to say it at all, and the youth has already ended, and the separation has ushered in each other.

After entering the society, a person lives in a small room a few square meters and sleeps on a wooden bed, only occasionally can he recall a certain fragment.

This is the true portrayal of the 80s, 90s and even some of the post-00s.

Thinking of this, Wen Yan also recalled all kinds of past lives. His youth seemed to come a little late.

If there was no stage accident, in order to take care of his parents' thoughts, he would definitely marry a wife and have children, but [-]% is not because of feelings, but surrender and reality.

Just find a woman who can live, and form a family with some scribbles.

In the previous life, he was already the age of the third year, and the tail of youth had already slipped away. Now that he has started again, he thought he would be very uncomfortable.

But the result was just the opposite. He enjoyed his life very much and was fortunate to have met these people around him.

The only regret, that is, the parents of the previous life, I don’t know how they lived in another time and space, and are they healthy?
Every time he thinks of this, he will subconsciously avoid it and smother the thoughts in his heart, because no matter how good or bad the second old man is now, there is nothing he can do.

Now thinking about that time again, he found that his memory was not very clear, and even the appearance of his parents became a little fuzzy.

"Xiaoyan, Xiaoyan, the food is ready." A small head stuck out from the kitchen.

"what?"

"Ah, you are tall, you have no eyesight, stop watching TV, and roll over to serve the dishes."

"Okay, here we come."

Shaking his head, putting aside the complicated thoughts in his heart, Wen Yan got up and walked towards the kitchen.

……

In front of the long dining table.

"Oh, it's so rich."

Wen Yan's expression was exaggerated: "Sister Wanqi, how do you cook so many dishes? It's hard work, hard work."

"Tsk, what a fuss." Zhao Wanqi took off her apron and sat opposite Wen Yan.

Picking up the chopsticks, she pointed to the table: "Isn't it just four dishes and one soup, what's so rich about it?"

Zhao Wanqi said four dishes and one soup very seriously. Obviously, she was a little proud of being able to make four home-cooked dishes in such a short period of time.

Four dishes and one soup. Looking at the green pepper shredded pork, the spicy chicken nuggets, the cold cucumber, the spicy cabbage, and the shredded pork noodles in the pot, Wen Yan was stunned for a moment.

What about soup?

The common sense of Chinese people, isn't it because there are five of the Four Great Classics and 12 of the Five Hegemons in the Spring and Autumn Period, how come to Zhao Wanqi, but there are fewer?

Shouldn't this be the legend of doing subtraction and seeking shorts?

"Sister Wanqi, are you still cooking soup in the kitchen?"

Glancing at the food on the table again, Wen Yan waved his hand and said:
"Hey, you don't need to be so troublesome. It's just the two of us here. We won't be able to finish it if we make it too much. It's a waste of you to cook another soup."

"I didn't cook soup in the kitchen. I made these meals just now. Don't you think that four dishes and one soup are easier to say." Zhao Wanqi pointed to the food on the table.

Co-authored, you turned out to rhyme, Wen Yan secretly slandered, obsessive-compulsive disorder really sucks.

"Okay, okay, let's eat, let's eat, later, it won't taste good when it's cold." He picked up his chopsticks and said.

"You wait a minute!" Zhao Wanqi stopped.

As a girl with obsessive-compulsive disorder, she cannot tolerate her own performance and has such flaws, especially in front of Wen Yan.

Looking at the food on the table, she rolled her eyes and said, "I didn't exaggerate just now, I actually made soup."

Wen Yan stretched out his right hand and gave Zhao Wanqi a look: Please start your performance.

"No, after eating noodles later, we can turn the original soup into the original food." Lifting the lid, she filled Wen Yan with a bowl of noodle soup.

Wen Yan: "..."

Isn't this how northerners eat lo mein?For the first time, he knew that hot noodle soup can be served with original soup.

I am ignorant, ignorant and ignorant. As a chef for more than ten years, Wen Yan was refreshed by Zhao Wanqi.

"Eat, eat." He picked up his chopsticks and "slipped" a mouthful of hot noodle soup.

Don't say it, it's pretty cool.

"Xiaoyan, come and taste my craft." Zhao Wanqi put chopsticks and spicy chicken nuggets for Wen Yan.

"Oh, okay." Wen Yan picked it up and put it in his mouth.

If this was a meal prepared by Wang Luoxi, Wen Yan would definitely hesitate. After all, he would rather be smothered by the big sister than dark cooking.

But with Zhao Wanqi, there is no such worry.

Just looking at her skillful stance in the kitchen, stirring the bottom of the pan, and the color of the spicy chicken nuggets, there must be no such problem, hiss...

Cough, can he take back what he just said?
It's sloppy. It turns out that whether the food is delicious or not has nothing to do with the level of proficiency and the appearance of the food!

With chicken nuggets in your mouth, Wen Yan's taste buds have only one taste, and that is - spicy, very spicy!

"Sister Wanqi, is your hometown from Chuanyu?" Wen Yan said in a stern voice.

Zhao Wanqi blinked: "I don't know very well, I have lived in the magic capital since I was a child, what's wrong?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Wen Yan hurriedly "slipped" the noodle soup.

Zhao Wanqi rested her elbows on the table, cupped her cheeks with both hands, and asked with anticipation, "Will you chew it and see how it tastes?"

"Squeak, squeak."

Hard, ash is very hard, didn't you taste it just now? . Wen Yan said with ignorance of conscience:

"It tastes good, hehe."

His true feeling is one word: yue
The two sisters he knew were no longer there. In terms of looks, the one was beautiful and the other was beautiful, but when it came to cooking, one was really nasty than the other.

Damn, absolutely. (thumbs up)
Hearing Wen Yan's answer, Zhao Wanqi's eyes lit up: "Then how does my craft compare to Wang Luoqi?"

"Of course your cooking is delicious." Wen Yan said without hesitation.

"Wow, really?" Zhao Wanqi sat up abruptly, her beautiful eyes filled with a smile.

It is really not easy for her to win the capitalist once.

Over the years, the fight between the two involved Wen Yan. She has always lost more and won less, and was bullied by Wang Luoqi.

Even, for her, being able to overwhelm Wang Luoxi has almost become an obsession.

"Of course it's true."

Wen Yan said solemnly, "Sister Wanqi, you should know who I am. I never lie."

I'm just lying, he added in his heart.

"Wen Xiaoyan!" Zhao Wanqi stretched out her hand to grab Wen Yan's neck and said through gritted teeth, "I want to kill you."

Obviously, she really understood what kind of virtue Wen Yan was.

"Hey, hey, don't do it, don't do it, I didn't lie to you this time, your cooking skills are indeed much better than Sister Luo Qi."

This time Wen Yan didn't use the housekeeping skills of "seeing Qi and saying Qi's words", he really felt that way.

Although the food cooked by Zhao Wanqi is unpalatable, it is still edible, while the food cooked by Wang Luoqi is not even edible.

She stopped frying the pot, and Wen Yan was Amitabha.

"Okay, I'll trust you once." Zhao Wanqi sorted out her messy clothes.

She pushed the spicy chicken nuggets in front of Wen Yan: "Since you think it's delicious, then you should eat more."

"Although this dish took me a lot of thought, since you like it, I'll give it all to you, how about it? It's better for me to treat you well, sister."

Hugh sack, can I withdraw?

A bgm sounded in Wen Yan's heart at the right time:

Listen to me, thank you, because you warm the four seasons
"Ding dong, ding dong."

Just when he was full of grief and couldn't help himself, the doorbell rang suddenly.

"Sister Wanqi, didn't you say you live alone?" Wen Yan looked at Zhao Wanqi.

"Yeah, I live alone."

"Then this is now..." Wen said hesitantly.

On this big night, it's not always the property that comes to the door to deliver warmth, or check the water meter.

"Don't worry about it, there are often people knocking on the door at night here." Zhao Wanqi's eyes were erratic, not looking at Wen Yan.

Do you think this is a horror movie?There are often people knocking on the door at night and Wen Yan rolled his eyes.

"Tick tock."

"Tick tock."

At this moment, the phone in his pocket rang again.

"Who is this?"

Wen Yan took out his mobile phone and glanced at the contact - Sister Luo Qi!

Wen Yan: "??!"

Isn't Sister Luo Qi asleep?

Why are you calling again now?
Although Zhao Wanqi told him just now that she had sent a message to Wang Luoxi and reported that she was safe, Wen Yan was still a little worried.

Just like the two sisters know his lengths and shorts, he also knows the depths of these two sisters.

So, after charging his phone, he immediately called Wang Luoxi, but no one answered.

Judging from her routine, Wen Yan felt that she received Zhao Wanqi's "safety message", so she went back to her room to rest at ease.

But now it seems that is clearly not the case.

Feeling the vibration of the mobile phone, and glanced at the door that was making a "dong dong" sound, Wen Yan suddenly panicked.

The person knocking on the door outside, shouldn't it be Sister Luo Qi?

Taking a steady breath, Wen Yan connected the phone: "Hey, Sister Luo Qi, haven't you rested yet?"

"Come here to open the door." There were four concise words from the receiver.

"Ah, Sister Luo Qi, it's you who knocked on the door, why are you here!"

"Beep beep..."

Looking at the hung up phone, she glanced at Zhao Wanqi, whose eyes were erratic.

After pondering for a while, Wen Yan persuaded: "Sister Wanqi, why don't you go into the house and hide for a while?"

"Why, why?"

Zhao Wanqi clenched her chopsticks tightly and insisted: "This is my home, why should I hide, can she still do it?"

"Hmph, even if she wants to do it, I'm not afraid. Some time ago, I signed up for a taekwondo cram school. Even the coach said that I am very talented. Later, I can beat her to tears with one punch."

After thinking about it, she added: "Xiaoyan, you should be on my side."

Wen Yan: "..."

Sure enough, Zhao Xiaoying is still very cowardly.

Although Sister Luo Qi's voice just now sounded angry, she shouldn't do it directly, Wen Yan thought to herself.

After all, these two sisters have become accustomed to tearing each other.

In the past, Wang Luoqi was not never cheated by Zhao Wanqi, but there was no precedent for doing it, and this time it must be the same.

In fact, after all, he still believed in Wang Luoqi. With her upbringing, she would never hang up Zhao Wanqi by relying on her own strength.

After figuring out these joints, Wen Yan felt relieved, pulled out the chair and walked towards the door.

Opening the door, Wen Yan was slightly stunned when he saw the two women standing in front of the door.

Wang Luoqi was still wearing pink sandals and loose bear pajamas, and Li Yiyi was still wearing the same clothes as before.

Did they not go home?Wen Yan thought.

"Hey, Sister Luo Qi, Sister Yiyi, how did you find this place?" He insisted on saying hello, trying to make a joke.

Wang Luoxi glanced at him and did not answer.

Li Yiyi blinked hard and passed a code to him.

He continued to ask: "cough, sister Luo Qi, I called you just now, why didn't you answer it?"

"You get out of the way."

Wang Luoxi was expressionless and could not see his emotions, so he walked around Wen Yan directly.

Wen Yan looked at Li Yiyi and asked quietly, "Sister Yiyi, what the hell is going on?"

"I don't know. After the president read the message, it became like this." Li Yiyi was also at a loss.

information?He didn't run away, it really was Zhao Xiaoying who was doing something. Wen Yan instantly understood.

"Zhao Wanqi, you said in the message just now that you want to pry my corner?" Wang Luoqi's question came from behind.

"I'm here now, but I want to see, what kind of prying method do you have?"

"Why don't you come and demonstrate."

Wen Yan: "..."

Damn, what's the point of prying the corners?

How could he have a sense of sight in the Asura Field!
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(End of this chapter)