Mr.Feng, your wife is practicing magic again

Feng Tianxun looked back and saw a few willows hanging at his sideburns, which outlined a few threads of vitality for the cold and indifferent people. His dark eyes met the light, as if there was a golden light flashing inside, reflecting the reflection of the water beside him.

Cloud Mo Meng thinks that Feng Tianxun is really good-looking.

Although I used to think this person was good looking, it would be especially pleasing to the eye.

"Don't eat too much spicy food at noon, but fish flavored food?" Feng Tianxun looked at cloud ink: "Thirteen incense and stewed can also."

How can crayfish have so many flavors?

Cloud ink instant eyes more bright: "line, all taste."

"All flavors?" Feng Tianxun looked at Yun Mo's bright eyes and said with a smile: "spicy crayfish, spicy crayfish, garlic crayfish, flavor crayfish, cream cheese crayfish, oily crayfish, steamed crayfish, dry fried crayfish, curry crayfish, tea flavor, pickled vegetable flavor, pineapple flavor, pepper and salt flavor, braised crayfish, are you sure you want all of them?"

Oh, my God, the saliva has been spoken by Feng Tianxun.

"Yes, yes, all."

Looking at the excited cloud ink, Feng Tianxun slowly picked up a crayfish, and then: "you can't finish it."

"If you can't finish, take your time." This is not a problem.

"It doesn't taste good after it's expired." Feng Tianxun threw the crayfish into another empty bucket and said carelessly: "four corners raise some crayfish in the yard nearby, and the meat quality is better than this one."

The yard by the side?

It's Feng Tianxun's courtyard.

There is no such ditch in it, but there is a lake that suppresses the Dragon veins. Is it raised there?

"Eat this after shooting." Yunmo didn't know when he ignited the skill point of eating goods: "the dishes planted by marmots are estimated to be able to eat, just right."

Feng Tianxun gently hooked the corner of his mouth, eh.

Then, in the place where yunmo couldn't see, he sent a text message to Wudu, bought a crayfish farm, and poured all the crayfish into the lake.

The five poisons of receiving this message are as follows:

With his master, he has set foot in the metaphysical world and the business world. With his master, he can talk about tens of billions of business on the one hand and fight ghosts and Demons and people on the other. He hasn't done anything for so many years. However, why does his master want to buy crayfish farms now?

Is his master planning to enter the farm industry?

Master, wake up, a crayfish farm can't earn enough money for a year to buy half a bowl. You don't have to pursue so much.

The green earth is full of vitality.

After a hard morning's hard work and not knowing how many raw vegetables they chewed, Rakuten, a group of six, finally found eight kinds of vegetables.

As hot as a dog, all over the body must have become crumpled salty pickles. When they came up from the field with heavy steps, they saw yunmo sleeping on a hammock tied to two big trees, shaking leisurely.

Next to her, the cameramen of the group who followed them, with the appearance of being out of their wits, sat beside her. From time to time, they reached out and pushed a hammock of yunmo to make her wave again. Next to him, there was a half cut watermelon waiting for her to eat.

Lotte is waiting for everyone

It's not fair.

They become dogs in the sun, and eat a mouthful of strange vegetables. It's hard to finish. Yunmo sleeps here so comfortably. It's just

Lotte rushed to grab a watermelon and chewed it: "it's so hot for me, sister yunmo. You're too comfortable. I'm so jealous."

With Lotte taking the lead, the other five people also rushed to grab the watermelon beside yunmo and gnawed it.

I didn't drink a mouthful of water except grass in the morning. Damn, I'm going to get heatstroke.

Cloud Mo opened one side eye to sweep an eye, the 6 people that the whole body is in a mess, iron blood merciless opening: "still don't go to cook?"

6 people: "the..."

"Sister yunmo, can't you let us have a rest?" Happy stare.

Cloud Mo closed his eyes again: "I don't care. Anyway, there's a countdown time. If you don't cook, you can't catch up with the time. I'm not the one who has no lunch today."

Nani, what's the countdown time?

Lotte and other six people immediately turned their heads and looked at the program not far away. Sure enough, someone was already standing there pinching the watch.

"Why so fast, it's almost 12 o'clock." Mr. Lin took a look at his watch and looked at the potatoes and sweet potatoes in his hands in despair. How can we do this?

"Well, I suddenly feel so desperate. I can't cook." Mr. Han put his hand over his forehead.

Mr. Zhao sighed: "I can eat, is this OK?"

"What do you say?" General manager Lin also reached out and pressed his eyebrows. He looked at Lotte, Zhang Yan and Yang Lin, who also had a bad look. With a long sigh, he said, "you three are unreliable. Let's go. You haven't eaten pork and you haven't seen a pig run. Let's do it."

The six people looked at each other with a look of horror.

Three chief executives, who can expect them to cook.

Three big stars, who can expect them to.

It's just like birds of a feather.

Zhang Yan waved her hand feebly: "I'll have some home-made dishes. Let's go and see if we can make a fool of it today." After that, just as he was about to leave with the vegetables in his pocket, he suddenly remembered something. He turned around and looked at the leisurely yunmo: "yunmo, it seems that the program team stipulates that the last one has no lunch. What do you do with Feng Zong?"

Zhang Yan asked this question, which made everyone think of it look at yunmo. Yes, it seems that there is such a saying.

Cloud ink eyes do not open: "not rare they send, there is plenty of food."

“……？？”

Plenty of food? Where is food?

In the face of the suspicious crowd, the photographer sitting next to yunmo looks constipated. Today, I seem to have seen a big secret: "Feng and yunmo have fished four barrels of crayfish in the morning. Now Feng is going to make fish flavored crayfish, thirteen flavored crayfish and stewed crayfish for yunmo."

There are six people

Leng a second later, six people look at each other, they are not suddenly listening?

Feng Zong goes to make crayfish for Chu yunmo?

And three flavors?

This... This is a fable, isn't it?

How can Mr. Feng cook? He has been living in the diamond spoon since he was a child. All the chefs in his family have invited all the famous chefs in the world to cook in turn. Will they cook by themselves? ha-ha.

Is it in order to chase Chu yunmo, to do dark cooking?

Six of them looked strange.