How bad guys are made

Chapter 273 Shocked Meimei Zhang
"Ding: The host has caught the treasure. Do you want to use the angler's teleportation shaft to enter the Pacific Ocean to get it?" At this time, the system prompt of the day-long expectation sounded.

"Damn, I knew it!" Wen Dong didn't have time to care about these things, he grinned angrily when he heard Zhang Hanhan's scream, but the speed was not slow, almost instinctively jumped up from the sofa, blinked Suddenly Kung Fu appeared at the kitchen door.

"What's the matter?" Seeing Zhang Hanhan standing by the stove, Wen Dong was relieved to see that the expected mess hadn't appeared, but he still asked anxiously.

"I..." Hearing Wendong's voice, Zhang Hanhan turned back to look at Wendong with a pale face, then lowered her head again, looking at her own fingers in shock. A small hand was holding a snow-white slender finger. Blood flowed out, and Zhang Hanhan's voice trembled in fear: "I accidentally cut my hand." Zhang Hanhan's face was full of grievances, and he looked at the little hand that was bleeding continuously, but the other hand trembled and only held the wrist. Dare to touch...

Only then did Wen Dong find out, he breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved, and glared at the stupid woman angrily, but she just cut her hand, why did she yell like this, and looked at Zhang Hanhan with a pale face. Wen Dong was speechless for a while without moving his bleeding little hand.

"Why don't you stop bleeding?"

"Stop the bleeding? How to stop it?" Zhang Hanhan looked confused. She also thought that the bleeding should be stopped, but the key is that she didn't know how to stop it.

Wen Dong has black hair and was completely defeated by this woman. How did she become the president when she was so stupid.

Wen Dong simply stopped talking, it was the first time he saw such a stupid woman.

At this time, he didn't care about Zhang Hanhan's cold eyes towards him, and hurried over to grab Zhang Hanhan's bleeding little hand.

"You, what are you going to do?" Zhang Hanhan looked at Wendong in panic like a frightened little rabbit, his little hands trembling.

"What else can I do, of course it's to help you stop the bleeding." Wen Dong gave Zhang Hanhan a rare cold look, ignoring Zhang Hanhan's struggle, took her hand under the faucet to wash away the blood, and glanced at Yu Cong's finger The small wound about one centimeter long was still bleeding slowly, and he raised his head and said, "Don't move here, I'll get gauze and alcohol." Wen Dong wanted to pull this stupid woman out, so she was afraid. His appearance probably made it difficult for him to walk, so he didn't want to be suspected of making money.

"Then you go quickly—" Zhang Hanhan held his trembling little hand that was still bleeding, staring at Wendong and urged.

Depend on!
Wendong wanted to cry but had no tears, it seemed like my fault how this happened.

"Okay, don't get in the water." Wrap Zhang Hanhan's finger wound with gauze, Wendong felt a pain in his ass, and that's all right. Washing the bowl hurt his right arm and cut his left finger while cooking. The meal that Zhang Hanhan cooked was too much to eat, he was so stupid as to die.

"Oh." Zhang Hanhan nodded numbly and did not speak. He looked down at the wound that had been carefully bandaged, and his pale face finally recovered a little blood.

"What are you doing again?" Wendong finally had time to check what Zhang Hanhan was doing with the "Dangdang" movement in the kitchen for so long, and asked curiously.

"Of course it's stewed chicken." Zhang Hanhan said arrogantly, but his little face couldn't help but blushed a little. Unfortunately, Wen Dong was completely shocked by the scene in the kitchen.

"What are these for?" Wen Dong's voice was trembling. The stove above the kitchen in front of him was already filled with bowls and plates of various sizes. There were no less than a dozen types of dishes. What is Mr. Zhang going to do?To be a full banquet?
"Of course it's the seasoning for the stewed chicken, so that the stewed chicken is nutritious, and you don't understand it." Zhang Hanhan snorted.

"Okay." Wen Dong didn't know what to say. A chicken stew needs more than a dozen bowls and plates for seasoning?You city people really know how to eat.

"What's alright? Is this wrong?" Zhang Hanhan asked curiously. It was the first time in her life that she was shopping for food and cooking. It is inevitable that when she does the first thing in life, she hopes to be affirmed by others. Zhang Hanhan is no exception, especially She also felt that cooking was not that simple just now.

"Yes, that's right." Wen Dong said, talking, then looked up at Zhang Hanhan and said: "Your hand is hurt, so don't help, you can watch TV or go back to the room to rest, tonight I'll cook the rice, and I'll call you when it's ready, okay?" Wen Dong said in a tangled heart.

After hearing Wendong's words, Zhang Hanhan showed surprise and confusion: "You know how to cook? This is stewed chicken, not scrambled eggs!"

Zhang Hanhan looked at Wendong in surprise, thinking that this guy was bragging, so he didn't forget to remind him.

"Hey, hello, what kind of eyes are you looking at? What's wrong with the stewed chicken, let alone the chicken, even if you give me the whole donkey, I'll cook it for you." Wen Dong rolled his eyes, speechless on his face. At any rate, it is a master in the kitchen, especially this cooking technique, which is the first time someone has questioned it.

"What is a donkey?" Zhang Hanhan asked curiously.

Wen Dong was speechless for a while again: "Well, don't worry about these things, you old man, just go and rest."

Wen Dong waved his hand, and directly drove Zhang Hanhan, who looked curious and disbelieving, out of the kitchen.

After chasing this woman, who was not successful enough but not good enough, out of the kitchen, Wen Dong looked at the dozen or so small bowls and plates on the kitchen counter, and felt his scalp tingle again.

A small bowl of Flammulina velutipes, a small bowl of ham cut into thick slices, wolfberry, green onions, shallots, onions, ginger...

Wendong groaned, looked down at the exquisite cookbook on the chopping board, and was turning over the page of stewed chicken soup with mushrooms. The basin at his feet was filled with shredded potatoes that were as thick as a pinky finger and as thin as a hair. I thought to myself, what exactly is our big president going to do?Fried potato slices?Or stew fries?

Wen Dong finally understood, no wonder Zhang Hanhan’s house has nothing but two eggs, she doesn’t want to cook anything, she just doesn’t know how to do it, even shredded potatoes can be cut like this, if she has cooked before, it would be hell up.Grandma, thanks to the fact that I ate less at the beautiful landlord's house after receiving the text message earlier, and tasted the meal cooked by President Zhang with full anticipation.

The tragic hen on the chopping board was naturally stewed. In addition, Wendong also fried hot and sour potato shreds with Zhang Hanhan's sliced ​​potatoes, and simply fried green onions and fried black-wood - Er, by the way, he stewed a small pot of rice, his movements were clean and neat, without any mess, which made the curious Zhang Hanhan's eyes widen at the door.

After Zhang Hanhan was kicked out of the kitchen, she was still a little angry and dissatisfied. In her opinion, she is so smart that she can learn everything at once. Even if she has never been in the kitchen before, as long as she has a recipe, she can make delicious meals.But when she saw Wen Dong in the kitchen who was proficient in operating kitchen utensils, she realized that her thinking was too simple. Cooking turned out to be a university question.

Who the hell is this guy? How can he have such good cooking skills?Zhang Hanhan's head was a little confused when she smelled the fragrance of vegetables. In her mind, Wendong was just a little rascal with nothing to do. The only thing worthy of praise was his costume design. As for the scrambled eggs this morning. From Zhang Hanhan's point of view, it was extremely simple, anyone could do it, and the delicious food he fried was just a blind cat meeting a dead mouse, but Wen Dong's performance in front of him subverted his thoughts.

Zhang Hanhan stared blankly at Wendong who was shuttling between the kitchen and the living room. She even felt a little absurd, and she became more and more sure of her inner thoughts. Wendong must have experienced something before.

"Okay, let's eat."

"Ba, ba, ba..." Two dishes and one chicken soup were brought to the table. Wendong skillfully filled a bowl of chicken soup and rice for Zhang Hanhan, and then filled two bowls for himself. He sat opposite Zhang Hanhan and looked at her surprised look. , Wen Dong looked proud.

Zhang Hanhan looked at the plate of scallion fried black-wood-ear, with some shredded carrots added in it. The black, white and yellow colors are distinct, which can be described as complete in color, fragrance, and taste. Looking at another plate of potato shreds, it is obvious that it has undergone Wendong’s second processing. , even Zhang Hanhan could clearly distinguish which one was cut by himself, so he couldn't help but wondered: "I didn't see it, your knife skills are quite good."

"It's not that you have good knife skills, or you won't be able to fry them at all. Do you want to eat French fries?"

Hearing Wen Dong's words, Zhang Hanhan's pretty face couldn't help but blush, being looked down upon by a little ruffian made Zhang Hanhan very upset, but she didn't say anything after she rolled her eyes at Wendong.

After all, Zhang Hanhan is the goddess of the business world. After a brief shock, she regained her calmness as always. She sat opposite Wendong very ladylikely. Looking at the food in the back seat, she still couldn't believe that Wendong made all of this. Look The shredded carrots are beautifully cut, even more even than those cut by a machine.Reaching out to pick up the chopsticks on the table, with a somewhat weird and embarrassed expression, he agreed to cook by himself, but in the end Wendong helped.

Wen Dong, who was sitting across from him, didn't think too much about it, nor was he a bit embarrassed. He ate a bowl of pork ribs this afternoon, and he didn't even come to the bottom. He was already hungry, so he started eating with a bowl of rice.

Zhang Hanhan gracefully stretched out his chopsticks and took a mouthful of scallion black-wood-ear into his sexy little mouth. His eyes lit up immediately, and after a few beatings of the little mouth, he quickly stretched out his chopsticks and took a mouthful of potato shreds, his face was full of shock Looking up at Wendong opposite...

Zhang Hanhan knew that this dish looked delicious, but she never thought it would be so delicious. My mother often made these two simple home-cooked dishes for herself, especially this dish of shredded potatoes. It's delicious enough, I remember my mother was always complacent, and sighed that Zhang Hanhan's genes didn't follow her, but the taste of my mother's dish was inferior to that of Wendong's dish. I'm afraid some big chefs would not like this taste. Can't do it.

(End of this chapter)