Spear Teacher

After a simple and confusing introduction, everyone finally understood the identity of this uninvited guest——

The eighth guest of the show, Qi's eldest son, Qi Yu.

Netizens who had been waiting for a long time were excited, and the comments went crazy:

[Qi's art design needs to be improved. How come the photos are not as good-looking as he is in person? ]

[Finally I met the legendary uncle who slaps the face. He is so handsome. It is a loss for the domestic entertainment industry that he did not debut! ]

[Don't be crazy. I heard that Mr. Qi came to the show this time mainly because he valued the popularity of the show. He came to market himself and promote it. Capitalists are capitalists. ]

[Capitalist? Marketing yourself? I love it even more. ]

Qi Yu looked around and finally saw the source of the pungent smell on the cutting board of the kitchen counter——

A piece of cheese with extremely ugly mold spots.

He was wearing a well-tailored high-end suit, tall and long-legged, and outstanding temperament. He stood out in front of the celebrity guests.

But the slightly frowned brows at this moment weakened the unattainable atmosphere around him.

Qi Yu raised his hand to cover his nose and looked at the mold cheese on the chopping board:

"What is this thing that stinks so bad?"

His words made everyone present focus their attention on the chopping board and smell the smell more clearly.

In order to let the netizens on the barrage feel the same, Jiang Qiyu also used metaphors to describe the smell:

"It's like the smell of a sports student's stinky socks that haven't been washed for ten days thrown into the foot washing water and stewed for three days and three nights on a high fire."

As soon as this was said, except for Lu Heng, the owner of the cheese, everyone else nodded subconsciously.

This metaphor is vivid and specific, and I want to vomit after listening to it.

[Teacher Changmao, you understand metaphors. 】

【After hearing this analogy, I realized that what Mr. Changmao said about stinky tofu was really euphemistic. 】

【Oh my god, what is Lu Yingdi doing? ! 】

【You know nothing, this is a special kind of cheese from abroad, a bunch of bumpkins. 】

【Don't bark if you don't know, do you know how to respect people? 】

At this time, Lu Heng, whose fingers were bandaged with band-aids, didn't look very good.

Under the gaze of everyone, he walked to the chopping board, picked up the knife he had just sacrificed with blood, and put the ugly thing back in place:

"This is French blue cheese. Although it looks ugly on the outside, everything is open..."

As he said this, as if to prove his taste, he cut the cheese in half from the middle with his knife, and then confidently showed everyone the cross-section of the blue cheese.

Qi Yu took a glance and immediately bent his knuckles and put them under his nose:

"It's even more disgusting if you cut it open."

"......"

Lu Heng had been smooth sailing all his life, and had never been slandered so bluntly. His face immediately turned green, and he was about to start explaining the origin and development of this blue cheese, trying to coat his father with a layer of chocolate icing.

Jiang Qiyu on the side spoke up:

"I know this cheese."

Looking at the spots of mold on it, she poured the charcoal fried egg into the trash can and said something fair in a serious tone:

"I suggest you try it before you make a conclusion. Just add a little to the vegetable salad and it will taste terrible."

Jiang Ling on the side saw Lu Heng frustrated and couldn't help but want to help him out and show herself:

"In fact, you have to taste this thing slowly. You may find it unpalatable at first, but later you will find..."

"It tastes like shit, and it's more expensive than shit."

It can be seen that Young Master Qi is not an insider. He doesn't leave any face for Lu the Great Movie Emperor.

[Hahahaha, I have no manners. I'll laugh first! ]

[Hahahaha, I have no manners either. This slap brother looks like a high-class handsome guy. Why does he change his taste when he opens his mouth? ]

[Young Master Qi's mouth, this contrast, I love him even more. What's wrong? 】

"......"

After such comments, Lu Heng's face turned even greener.

He endured and endured to maintain his cold and aloof actor personality in front of the live camera, looking at Qi Yu with a look of disgust:

"We are making breakfast. I wonder if Mr. Qi is coming. Do you want to join us?"

Although the Qi family has always been entrenched in S City, Lu Heng, who grew up in A City, has also heard about his deeds from the circle.

He has been causing trouble and fighting since he was a child. He was packed up and sent abroad by Qi's father before graduating from high school. He only came back to take over the branch of Qi in A City in the past two years.

Such a young man who has been clothed and fed since he was a child may not even know how to use natural gas.

Although it is not clear why he suddenly came to the love show, it is not easy to tear his face with him in person, but let such a hot-tempered manHe still had some confidence in the young master who was not shy and made a fool of himself.

Qi Yu heard what he said but did not answer immediately.

"......"

He just looked around quietly, saw the instant noodles that were about to be cooked in the pot, found several burnt eggs in the trash can, an unthawed steak, a dry toast with jam, and a piece of blue cheese with a sour smell...

His handsome eyebrows gradually wrinkled into a shallow "Chuan" character.

"You plan to eat these after living here for a month?"

When they met for the first time, Qi Yu turned the word "feed" around his mouth and swallowed it back in order to show his remaining little self-restraint.

"No way, the program team doesn't allow others to help."

Fang Xubai, who was still wearing a bear apron, leaned against the wall and shrugged:

"Ordering takeout is not allowed."

"Then," Lu Heng curled his lips slightly, "Is Mr. Qi proficient in cooking?"

Feeling the inexplicable hostility of this person, Qi Yu didn't indulge him at all:

"I can't say I'm proficient, but at least I won't cut shit in the kitchen to eat."

"..."

Lu Heng wanted to say something, but saw Qi Yu walking towards the refrigerator.

He casually opened the double-door refrigerator and nodded slightly after seeing the rich ingredients inside.

Then without saying a word of extra nonsense, he raised his hand to take off his straight suit jacket, and glanced at the person who was holding a small milk pot to cook instant noodles:

"Do you want Chinese or Western food in the morning?"

Jiang Qiyu answered truthfully without thinking: "Chinese food."

Then, a black jacket with a faint cold fragrance was inexplicably stuffed into his hand.

"Take it."

The people who were forced to leave the kitchen counter could only stand aside in amazement, watching the man who was busy in the kitchen but in a orderly manner.

The sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up to reveal his well-proportioned muscular arms, and the dark apron was half tied around his waist. He lowered his head and carefully cut vegetables, beat eggs, cooked, and made pancakes in one go...

Fang Xubai closed his chin manually, but still couldn't hide his shock:

"He, he is..."

Jiang Qiyu swallowed his saliva when he smelled the smell of rice coming from the kitchen:

"Snail...boy?"