Crematorium for all members: The real daughter went crazy after being reborn

Inside the Fu family mansion:

Fu Zhiyang obeyed his mother's words obediently. He didn't want to offend anyone, so he stayed in his room all morning. Until he got hungry, he planned to go out to find food, but at this time, a certain scumbag who was not afraid of death came to die.

"Why are you going?" The nosy person is Fu Zichen.

Judging from his attitude, it was obvious that Fu Ruirui, a loudmouth, must have told several of his brothers in a more elaborate way last night about being bullied.

Therefore, Fu Zichen is here to stand up for his good sister at this time!

Fu Zichen blocked Fu Zhiyang's way and stared at him: This little guy is so tall and has no hair, yet he dares to bully others! It's incredible! Let's see how he treats this naughty kid!?

But Fu Zhiyang avoided him and went straight to the kitchen.

Fortunately, Fu Zichen saw through it at a glance: "Are you hungry?"

The aunt in the kitchen happened to be away, so Fu Zichen had an idea and suddenly thought of something: "Whatever you want to eat, I'll ask aunt to cook it for you!"

Unexpectedly, Fu Zhiyang refused directly: "No! I will do it myself!"

This surprised Fu Zichen. He stared at the little kid in front of him, almost in disbelief: "You can also cook?"

Fu Zichen, a 25-year-old adult man, can't cook, but this little kid in front of him is only 5 years old, and he can actually cook?

No, no, no! Fu Zhiyang not only knows how to do it, he is also extremely skilled.

Under Fu Zichen's shocked eyes, Fu Zhiyang found the ingredients he needed, as if saying to himself: "Let's make it simple today, let's make some scallion noodles!"

When he saw the eggs again, he smiled slightly and said, "Make another fried egg!"

After preparing the ingredients, Fu Zhiyang washed and chopped vegetables skillfully, and then started making scallion oil noodles.

Smelling the aroma of green onions that filled the kitchen, Fu Zichen couldn't help it anymore: "Does Fu Xingxing often nuisance you?"

In Fu Zichen's fantasy: it must be Fu Xingxing, the vicious mother, who whips the whip every day and orders the little kid: "Cook for me! Hurry up -"

How else could a five-year-old kid be so skilled?

No, in ten minutes, Fu Zhiyang actually made it: fragrant poached eggs, plus a large bowl of noodles mixed with scallion oil. It was so delicious and delicious that someone would be so greedy that his mouth would be dripping.

"You've made so much? Have you finished eating?" As he said this, Fu Zichen swallowed his saliva. His eyes eagerly looking at the noodles revealed everything, as if to say: Give me the extra food?

Fu Zhiyang was generous: "Are you going to eat?"

Just as he was about to nod, he suddenly remembered something. Fu Zichen was here to make things difficult for him, but he couldn't be bribed!

Immediately, Fu Zichen pouted and snorted: "It looks terrible! I won't eat it!"

Fu Zhiyang remained silent, picked up a large piece of noodles with his chopsticks, and threw it into the trash can.

"What are you doing?" Fu Zichen hurriedly stopped him.

Such delicious noodles were thrown away?

Fu Zhiyang said deliberately: "Noodles will not taste good if they are left out for a long time."

"Forget it!" After a fierce ideological struggle, Fu Zichen still said adamantly, "In order not to waste food, I will help you eat the noodles!"

Fu Zichen emphasized the word "help".

"I don't need help!" Fu Zhiyang was tougher than him and continued to throw away the noodles as he spoke.

Fortunately, Fu Zichen acted quickly and stopped him in time: "Wasting food will be punished by God! Didn't your mother teach you that 'Every grain of rice is worked hard'?" As he spoke, he had already grabbed the fragrant noodles in his hand.