The personal soldier king of the beautiful president

Chapter 1096 Dinner Preparation
three days later.

Before dawn, there were a lot of ding-ding-dong-dong sounds outside the attic.

In front of the wooden table in the open space not far from the attic, many people were cooking with their sleeves rolled up.

And on those platforms, there is no shortage of floating plates or anything like that.

Wang Chen and Ming Yinyang sat in front of a small pond that was created separately.

Behind the two, there are a lot of meat ingredients.

The two are sitting in this pond at the moment to clear or process these meat ingredients.

And in Wang Chen's attic, the old man came out with a set of clothes in his arms.

Taking a big breath of fresh air, the old man unzipped the zipper of the clothes, and then got in.

After a while, a clown appeared in front of the attic.

Ming Yinyang subconsciously looked at the old man in the clown costume.

Seeing that funny appearance, Ming Yinyang felt a fluke in his heart.

Fortunately, he didn't wear this thing himself, otherwise he wouldn't be laughed to death.

"what--"

Just when Ming Yinyang was thinking this way, there was a sound of surprise, Wang Chen and Ming Yinyang looked around subconsciously.

I saw that the people around the attic stopped working and looked towards the attic without blinking.

Wang Chen and Ming Yinyang also looked towards the attic again.

After seeing the scene in front of them, both of them became a little speechless.

I saw the old man dancing in a clown costume, and it was the kind of street dance that many young people couldn't do.

Seeing the old man's incomparably proficient movements, Wang Chen muttered to himself: "When will the old man know how to dance street dance?"

After a murmur, Wang Chen lowered his head and continued to process the ingredients.

The old man seems to be a master at street dancing, but now he is wearing a clown costume, not only looks funny, but also makes people want to laugh out loud.

Looking at it again, he guessed that he would not have the strength to handle these ingredients later.

Because when the time comes, I will laugh my stomach out.

Jun Yue, who was originally writing about vegetables, saw the old man dancing street dance in a clown costume, couldn't help but chuckle, then took off the apron on his body, and walked in front of the old man very chicly.

She walked up to the old man, and when the old man was puzzled, she jumped up without saying a word, as if she was going to dance with the old man...

"There must be a limit to laziness..."

Ming Yinyang muttered in a low voice, yawned, continued to wash the ingredients slowly, and at the same time asked Wang Chen: "Won't you stop it? If this goes on, we probably won't be able to have breakfast at night."

"Don't worry, there may be a few who can dance street dance."

Wang Chen rolled his eyes at Ming Yin Yang, Wang Chen doesn't know why the old man can dance street dance, Jun Yue is a bit ignorant, it's normal to know street dance, besides that, it's very difficult to find a few more street dancers .

I don't believe it myself, all these people can dance street dance, and all of them will dance later.

However, before half an hour had passed, Wang Chen panicked a little.

Indeed, the only hip-hop dancers now are the old man and Jun Yue.

But...Many people present can dance other dances, such as jazz dance...modern dance and so on...

Turning his head, seeing almost a lot of people jumping up, the corners of Wang Chen's mouth twitched non-stop.

In the end, he narrowed his eyes, and his body suddenly burst out with strength. The next moment, the people who almost ran to the open space to dance together returned to their jobs in an instant.

Many people were confused and didn't understand why they returned to work inexplicably.

But Wang Chen ignored them, he stood up, wiped off some oil stains on his hands, slowly came to the old man, and said to the old man with a smile: "Old man, come tonight for the show or something, you go upstairs to rest for a while, Don't spoil these guys."

The old man took off the clown costume on his body, looked deeply at Wang Chen several times, and asked with a snort, "What's the matter, is the old man in your way?"

Looking at the old man whose childlike innocence was aroused, Wang Chen rubbed his nose and said in a low voice, "It's not in my way, but old man, do you still want to eat, maybe you want to be hungry all day today."

The old man's eyelids twitched slightly, and towards those who were processing ingredients and doing various things, he was silent for a while, finally nodded, and walked into the attic very coolly.

Watching the old man enter the attic, Wang Chen looked at Jun Yue who was playing handstand, without saying a word, grabbed his ankle, lifted her up, and said angrily: "You're having fun, hurry up and wash your hands. Cai, be careful I will spank your ass."

Jun Yue's feet trembled slightly, and Wang Chen's hand was shaken away. After somersaults in the air, he landed, and said with some loss of interest: "I think it's too boring for the old man to dance alone, so what's the matter with him?"

Wang Chen stretched out his hand and pinched Jun Yue's face, rolled his eyes and said, "I still need you to dance with him, old man?"

Jun Yue wiped off the dust from his hands, and slowly walked towards his work station.

Glancing at Jun Yue's back, Wang Chen raised his head again to look at Emperor Yu and Nangong Jiuyue who were lying on the second floor and were knocking sunflower seeds, and said helplessly: "If you are lazy, you have to find a good place, this place is too conspicuous .”

"Which one of your eyes sees that Senior Sister is being lazy?"

Emperor Yu snorted, and raised his chin slightly towards Nangong Jiuyue. The next moment, Nangong Jiuyue pointed a finger, and a wooden barrel appeared in front of Wang Chen.

In the wooden barrel, there is a whole barrel of fresh garlic cleaned.

Wang Chen took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket, lit it, and smoked, and finally returned to his work station without a sound.

Ming Yinyang looked at Wang Chen gloatingly, and then said contemptuously: "You don't use your own methods to clean these things, why don't you let them use their own methods to clean them?"

Wang Chen sighed, then put his hands together abruptly, and the meat food in front of him and behind him entered the candy the next moment.

Wang Chen put his hand on the water surface of the pond, and the power poured into the pond.

After a while, the ingredients he handled were cleaned up instantly.

Ming Yinyang licked his lips slightly with his tongue, and cleaned up his own ingredients as if concocted.

In the end, he and Wang Chen looked at each other, and they left without a sound.

Not long after, the two appeared under a mountain.

Sitting face to face, Wang Chen took out a deck of cards from his trouser pocket, and said to Ming Yinyang with a smile: "We should be able to eat at six or seven o'clock in the evening, let's play a few cards."

Ming Yinyang snorted coldly, stretched out his hand and took out a pitch-black flower from his bosom, and said with a sneer: "This is me taking out the flower of darkness to bet against you, what do you take out?"

Wang Chen turned his hand slightly, and a wooden cup appeared in his hand. In the cup, there was still half a cup of crystal white water that looked very illusory.

"The water of time and space depends on whether you can take it."

Wang Chen laughed, put the deck of cards between the two of them, nodded slightly to him, and signaled him to draw first.

(End of this chapter)