The madness of Kuai Chuan criticizes the host for murdering the United States

Chapter 62 Stop!My dad told you not to leave after school (20)

Although the planes that Wen Nuan has experienced have not been fought and killed, and her force value is not top-notch, it is not bad.

But the planes she experienced were all her scheming to capture the male protagonist and the accessories around him.

She has studied psychology and micro-expression, but she can understand Shen Qi and Cheng Jing, and even Pei Yan, a hidden hero, can sometimes understand it.

But he couldn't understand Shen You, a supporting role that appeared out of nowhere.

This is the important reason why she feels the crisis.

When there is someone she can't understand, that person must be better than her.

Or they live in a place where there are intrigues, dangers everywhere, and people's lives may be taken at any time.

This made the other party form a subconscious self-protection, using various actions and casual expressions to cover up the truest self.

Such people are often scary.

At the very least, Wen Nuan will not feel overwhelmed that she can win the opponent.

She didn't know whether Shen You belonged to the former or the latter.

But her intuition told her that no matter which one Shen You belonged to, it might be difficult for her to win against the other party.

At the same time, looking at the picture displayed on the screen played by the system, Rong Jin felt a little bored.

"She is smart and knows how to find help."

Rong Jin supported his chin with one hand, slightly hooked his lips, and his smile was somewhat elusive and morbid.

The corner of the system's mouth twitched, can it deal with you without a helper?
"Quack, host, she has a strong sense of crisis, and knows that she can't see through you."

To be honest, it can't see through the host either.

Rong Jin stretched her waist, but she is just a tasker, want to see through her?

Tsk, hasn't she been fooling around for so long?
In these three thousand worlds, there is only one person who can understand her.

"Knock down."

There was a knock on the door, Rong Jin raised his eyelids and took a look, then got up and walked towards the door.

The door was opened without warning, and Shen Qi outside the door subconsciously took two steps back.

When Shen Qi saw Rong Jin, he subconsciously put up his airs.

He coughed twice, and raised his chin subconsciously: "Shen You, what do you want to eat? Uncle Shen has something to go out today, so I'll cook."

Hearing this, Rong Jin raised his head and glanced at him, and after a pause, he saw Shen Qi's haughty face, like a little lion, with his chin raised, his blue hair a little messy.

He was wearing dark gray casual clothes, and his height of about 1.8 meters blocked the doorway, with a blush on his fair face.

He wasn't as embarrassed as yesterday at all. His face was covered with paint, and his body smelled like disinfectant. It seemed that he had treated the wound himself.

Rong Jin turned around and closed the door, and ordered a dish: "Sweet and sour short ribs."

Hearing this, Shen Qi frowned, a little displeased: "What sweet and sour short ribs do you eat early in the morning? It's not good for your stomach."

He also added a sentence: "Sweet or sour."

Rong Jin blinked, and smiled softly: "It's better to be sour, I like it."

Shen Qi nodded, thinking about what to do.

"Okay, is there anything else you want to eat? Let me tell you, I'm super good at cooking. Next time you want to eat my cooking, it depends on my mood."

He described it with a smile on his face.

Rong Jin passed him and walked downstairs, Shen Qi saw Zhuang hurriedly followed.

"Shen Qi, I paid the gold, and the one who gave the money is the uncle. If you want to eat your uncle, you have to eat it. Do you understand?"

Shen Qi: "..."

He curled his lips, a little stiff-mouthed: "Isn't it just gold, do you think I would be rare?"

Rong Jin stopped and stopped to look at him.

Shen Qi tilted his head to one side, "Hmph, if you want to eat, just tell me, my cooking is so delicious, I'm not bad at making it for you a few more times."

As he spoke, he ran towards the kitchen in a desperate manner.

Rong Jin stayed where he was and wanted to slander others before he had time to say it.

Rong Jin: "..."

What can she say?
Shen Qi is a dead duck with a stubborn mouth, but his body is much more honest than his mouth.

Rong Jin found that every time he wanted to say something to Shen Qi, Shen Qi could always agree in another way.

Just like just now.

However, Shen Qi praised his cooking to the world, Rong Jin thought that Shen Qi could cook something.

The result is simply not a thing.

Rong Jin pointed to the black lump on the dining table in disbelief.

There was also a burnt aroma in the air, "You call this sweet and sour short ribs?"

Seeing Rong Jin asking this question, Shen Qi raised his chin, as if he didn't notice Rong Jin's strangeness, his tone was a little excited: "How about it, doesn't it look very appetizing? Come and taste it."

Rong Jin was speechless.

She looked at Shen Qi's expectant face, clicked her tongue, and then spoke very bluntly.

"The dog shook his head when he saw this thing."

Shen Qi was not happy anymore, he frowned: "Didn't I do well?"

Rong Jin: "Very good, don't do it next time."

No wonder the original owner didn't seem to have the memory of Shen Qi cooking, but the chef did it all.

If this thing was given to the original owner, she would probably be poisoned to death before she was eighteen.

Not only the lumps of black sweet and sour short ribs, but also the yellowed toasted bread, originally there was nothing wrong with it, but Shen Qi didn't know what kind of crazy it was.

(End of this chapter)