After the full-level boss is dressed as cannon fodder

Chapter 132 Versailles

"Really, it's time to eat!"

Tu Fusheng shouted, and Tu Muzhen had to walk out of the room.

However, what surprised her was that whether it was her father or Feng Junshuo, the expressions of both of them were very normal, and it didn't look like something embarrassing happened just now.

Tu Muzhen:  …

Is she still too young?

Look at this mental quality of people!
Even if she barely lived two lifetimes, she was still far behind others!

"Really, come and taste Dad's craftsmanship."

Tu Fusheng greeted his daughter with a smile and said, "Father has already tasted these vegetarian dishes, and they feel pretty good. As expected of the recipes from Jizhao Nunnery, they are not the same as what we usually eat! "

As soon as Tu Muzhen heard that he was interested, he quickly picked up his chopsticks and took a few bites.

“It tastes so good!”

Tu Muzhen gave her father a thumbs up, "Especially this vegetarian three-flavored dish, the taste is absolutely incredible! I think, Dad, you're doing better than others at Jizhao An!"

If this were changed from usual, and Tu Muzhen praised her father so much, her father would not know how happy he would be.

But right now, the smile on Tu Fusheng's face was inexplicably stiff, and he even frowned slightly.

Just when Tu Mu was really puzzled, Feng Junshuo, who was next to him, said with a smile: "Thank you, Sister Tu, for your praise. To be honest, I did this dish. Uncle Tu's cooking skills are really good. It's amazing, most of the dishes on the table are made by Uncle Tu. That's all, the three dishes are made by me."

Tu Muzhen:  …

She now knows why her father's face is so strange!

It turned out that she was praising the wrong person? !
And there are seven or eight dishes on the table. She praised it so accurately that she picked out the only dish that was made by Feng Junshuo at once? !
God is going to kill her!
Tu Mu really wanted to cry without tears.

Tu Muzhen looked at her father's face, and it turned out to be two points darker than before.

But at this moment, she had no way to remedy it, so she had to bite the bullet and said with a dry smile: "This dish was originally made by Brother Feng! Brother Feng, your craftsmanship is really good! In the future, you and my father, but there will be more There are so many topics to talk about.”

"Who wants to chat with a hairy boy like him?"

Tu Fusheng said unhappily, "I have a lot of things to do, so I don't have so much spare time!"

Could this kid really want to be his future son-in-law?

That won't work!

Tu Mu really didn't know what her father was thinking at the moment.

She just remembered the embarrassing scene in the yard before, and suddenly had a headache at her father's reaction.

My daddy!
The embarrassing thing just passed, do you have to make the scene so embarrassing again?
"It's all right."

Feng Junshuo smiled and said, "Uncle Tu, when are you free? Just give me a few words. When I was at home, I didn't cook properly. Now I have learned from you twice. , I really like cooking."

Tu Fusheng didn't believe Feng Junshuo's words at all.

A good young man, inexplicably likes to cook?
This is a liar!
It was himself, if it wasn't for taking good care of his daughter back then, he would never have thought that he would even cook the day himself!
And this cooking is more than ten years!

The more attentive Feng Junshuo behaves, the more Tu Fusheng feels that this kid has bad intentions.

He must be trying to deceive his family!

"You like to cook, don't you?"

Tu Fusheng said with a dark face, "I can tell you, don't think that you have received a compliment today, and you really think that you have a great talent in cooking. Really it is because you are a guest. Come on, to give you face, that's why you say that!"

Tu Muzhen:  …

She really wanted to pull her father, lest her father lose all his old face in front of Feng Junshuo's friend's son.

After all, when she just praised that dish, she didn't even know that the dish came from Feng Junshuo!
Shouldn't her father be confused by this?
"My nephew understands."

Feng Junshuo nodded honestly and said, "But I will continue to work hard. I believe that one day, Sister Tu will really praise me for my cooking skills!"

Tu Fusheng and Tu Muzhen: "..."

Does this kid really understand or fake it?
Why does this always sound weird? !

"Let's eat!"

Tu Fusheng said solemnly.

This kid is really insufferable, and his face is thick enough!
He had a fight with his father back then!
He really deserves to be the "good son" taught by Feng Zhishan!
This sumptuous dinner made people feel a little nervous.

The next morning, when Tu Muzhen woke up, he saw Feng Junshuo walking out of the kitchen.

"Sister Tu, you are up."

Feng Junshuo looked at her with a smile and said, "Breakfast will be ready soon. I made eight-treasure porridge and vegetarian buns, but I don't know if they suit your taste."

Tu Muzhen's face was dull: "Brother Feng, you...made breakfast?!"

Do you want to give her such a big stimulation this morning? !

"correct."

Feng Junshuo smiled and nodded, "In another half-quarter of an hour, the eight-treasure porridge and vegetarian buns will all be served."

Tu Muzhen looked at Feng Junshuo in a trance as he turned around and entered the kitchen, and watched him enter the main hall with the food in a short time. He simply wondered if he hadn't woken up yet!

Is she still dreaming right now?

"Sister Tu, what are you doing in a daze?"

Feng Junshuo walked out of the main hall and beckoned to Tu Muzhen, "Come and eat!"

Tu Muzhen:  …

Well, with such a real picture, she should not be dreaming.

After eating delicious porridge and vegetarian buns, Tu Muzhen couldn't help but ask, "Brother Feng, where is my father?"

Her family's breakfast is usually made by her father!
"Uncle Tu has gone on a business trip."

Feng Junshuo smiled and said, "Before he went out, he specially explained to me and asked me to make breakfast. He said that you are young and weak, so you can't starve, and you have to eat a hot breakfast in the morning. Uncle Tu also took a book Give me the recipe and let me learn it according to the above. Unfortunately, my understanding is not good, so I made such a porridge and a vegetarian bun all morning after learning. Please don’t take offense to my sister Tu.”

Tu Muzhen was so frightened by his words that he almost fell off the stool!
Such delicious and beautiful eight-treasure porridge and vegetarian buns look like those made by veteran chefs, but it turned out that Feng Junshuo made them after learning what he had learned?
Can he still be called poor understanding?
How many people have this sentence hit!
So, is this the Versailles that belong to the scholar?

(End of this chapter)