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Chapter 110 You Are My Blessing

"Effie, we all have good intentions and want to promote our relationship. Same as the last variety show. If we share a table for dinner, wouldn't everyone be able to eat more food? We are thinking about everyone. Can you please stop talking like this? Mean?" Tanya Yun, who is Effie's contemporary, retorted.

"Oh, then put your kindness aside. We don't want to eat the cucumbers bathed in soy sauce and the undercooked potato chips on your table. We are afraid of food poisoning." Effie said as she took a big piece for herself Holding the ribs with your hands and chewing them, "The braised pork ribs made by Xiao Yu are so fragrant, and his skills are as good as those of the chef."

Tanya Yun swallowed silently, "If you don't fight, you won't fight, as if it's rare!"

"Sister Tan, please don't argue. It's fate that we can be on the same variety show and get together here. Don't hurt our friendship. It's because I made a bad meal. I got my phone when I had a rest tonight. Just concentrate on learning how to cook, and I will definitely let you eat better meals tomorrow."

Lu Weiman once again acted as her little sun, and gave Tanya Yun the poached egg sandwich in the bowl she used to eat vegetables, "Sister Tan, let me give you this egg."

They were almost finishing dinner, and the guests from the second group came back after a long journey.

Yang Mingchuan was carrying a plastic bag in his hand. The plastic bag was filled with rice, which was still crystal clear and full pearl rice.

Song Mengyu followed him with admiration on her face, her eyes seemed to say: Yang Mingchuan, you are my god!

Following behind were President Zhu and his lovely wife Gu Chuxue. Gu Chuxue continued to comfort Zhu Long, rubbing his chest with her little hands from time to time.

The group of villagers just brought them leftovers, which really made Mr. Zhu very angry.

[Group [-] won’t have rice for dinner today, right? 】

[Quick, there are a lot of potato strips over there. Let’s use them for processing. They can also be used as side dishes. 】

[Laughing, I have been on their live broadcast just now, and now it has been merged. Let me tell you, this bag of rice was given by a primary school student in the village. Actor Yang stood in front of the little girl like Zhan Junzi, and twisted it With those Sichuan eyebrows that can kill mosquitoes, his eyes were drooping, he pointed his chin towards the little girl, lowered his voice and said with his magnetic voice: "Kid, you should have seen my TV series, you know who I am, can you help me?" Our share of ingredients for dinner?Then the little girl secretly packed the rice at home and gave it to Actor Yang. 】

[Ah, this...is this considered blackmailing a minor? 】

[It does have an internal odor. I think the little girl was almost scared to cry. 】

When everyone thought Yang Mingchuan was going to steam a pot of white rice, he washed out the rice and cooked a pot of white rice porridge.

While the porridge was being cooked, Song Mengyu squatted next to him, lowered her head and fanned her hand to smell the hot air coming out while cooking the porridge, with a happy smile on her face, and said in a shocked tone as if she had seen a rare treasure: "It smells so good." ah!"

Such confusing behavior made netizens look like black people with question marks on their faces.

[White porridge, how fragrant can it be? 】

[Why does she look like she has never eaten rice in her life?Did you grow up eating chaff? 】

[This is just a smell. When she eats it, will she cry because of the deliciousness of the porridge? 】【Don’t understand, but respect. 】

The white porridge was cooked quickly. Yang Mingchuan first served himself a bowl and then served it to Song Mengyu. He ignored Zhu Long and Gu Chuxue and only said: "You can eat now. Put it in the pot and serve it yourself. "

Song Mengyu picked up the white porridge, carefully scooped up a spoonful, brought it to her mouth and blew it to cool it, then eagerly stuffed it into her mouth, savoring it carefully, with a satisfied expression, as if this bowl of white porridge was some rare delicacy in the world.

In the confused eyes of netizens, she actually twitched her nose and shed tears!

"Is it delicious? Are you satisfied with my craftsmanship, woman?" Yang Mingchuan confidently raised his jaw, which was sharper than a kitchen knife, and asked proudly.

"It's delicious! Mingchuan, thank you for cooking me such delicious white porridge. This is the first time in my life that I have eaten such delicious food. It makes me feel the warmth of home. You really dote on me!"

"Mingchuan, I am lucky to have you!"

[Is this...a script or real?Will anyone really be moved to tears just because of a bowl of plain porridge?With such a level of love and brains, Wang Baochuan feels ashamed! 】

[Didn’t the director say that everything is a true portrayal of the stars and not a script? 】

[I really don’t understand. Isn’t she the daughter of a big group? She has a high profile. She said on the show that her aunt cooks the food at home. She has never eaten the food cooked by her parents. She is forced to go out to eat food she doesn’t like. French food, don’t look like you’ve never eaten rice! 】

Zhu Long, who came over with a bowl of porridge, couldn't bear it and said: "It's my bad luck to see you two showing off your affection! Isn't it just a bowl of porridge? Song Mengyu, what are you so moved about?"

"Zhu Long! You have never tasted the porridge cooked by Mingchuan, so why don't you maliciously speculate on others here? Shouldn't a rich man like you sympathize with me? Eat those messy expensive Western foods and haute couture restaurants every day. If you hire a chef to cook at home, you don’t have the warmth of home at all, and you have to follow oppressive table manners. Do you think you are living a free life? The white porridge cooked by Mingchuan has the smell of human fireworks, and it can bring warmth and happiness to people. of!"

Song Mengyu looked like she was going crazy and ridiculed Zhu Long.

Zhu Long was stunned for three seconds, as if a crow flew over his head, leaving six dots.

Is this person mentally ill?
The two of them were young, but he had never played with Song Mengyu. He thought this woman was strange!She always makes a fuss about what she has, and puts on a bitter look, as if she has been greatly wronged and the whole world owes her!
"Why can't I live a free life? I have money and looks, I can do whatever I want, and eat whatever I want, and you care about me? Why should I empathize with you? Let me tell you Song Mengyu, what I hate the most is You don't work hard at all, you moan all day long, you are selfish, hypocritical, willful, and have no talent or ability and you only rely on the women at home."

"Unlike my Xiaoxue, she has a bad background and has lost her father since she was a child. Her mother is a nanny, and she lives with her in other people's homes, but she has always worked hard, is strong and brave!"

Zhu Long pinched Gu Chuxue's nose lovingly, "Let's just make do with some food today. I feel sorry for you. When we have time, I will take you to eat your favorite French foie gras and strawberry tart!"

Song Mengyu looked at Yang Mingchuan for help, but Yang Mingchuan just drank the white porridge in his hand silently, ignoring Song Mengyu.

He couldn't afford to offend someone like Zhu Long. Although he usually had a little hobby, like peeling off his skin, Zhu Long could peel off eighteen layers of his skin with just one word.

(End of this chapter)