I’m Picking Up Red Envelopes in PUBG

After a peaceful night's sleep, Chen Ze was warming up with the beauty in his dream.

Suddenly a pungent burnt smell poured into the nasal cavity.

Was directly woken up.

"What's the situation? Someone wants to burn a house!"

Jumping up suddenly from the bed, Chen Ze watched the black smoke lingering in the room, while still pouring in from under the door frame.

Push the door quickly to go out.

I saw the clanging in the kitchen, black smoke.

"Cough cough cough..."

Ling Anan walked out of the kitchen with a sullen face, wearing an apron and holding a plate in his hand.

There is a tuft of black unknown objects.

There are all black marks on the delicate little face, which looks a little funny.

"What are you doing, are you going to be cremated the first day you moved here?"

Chen Ze asked, clutching his nose.

"Ah... I didn't mean it. I usually eat food in the cafeteria at school. I just moved out and don't know how to cook, so I want to try it."

Ling Anan looked at the dark tufts inside the plate, feeling a little proud.

"What's on the plate?" Chen Ze didn't see what it was after looking for a long time.

"Fried eggs." Ling An'an picked up a piece, and under the dark coke shell, there was a little yellow egg yolk.

"You come out quickly, I'll cook breakfast, I'm afraid you will blow up the house."

Chen Ze quickly pulled Ling Anan out of the kitchen.

"You still cook?"

Ling An'an said in surprise.

"Don't underestimate people." After Chen Ze finished speaking, he went into the kitchen to clean up the battlefield.

He used to be a waiter in a restaurant, and from time to time he would sneak into the back kitchen to learn from the chef inside.

I also cook a lot of dishes.

It just so happened that I also got [Proficient in Chinese Food] last night, and I know the eight major cuisines, including countless kinds of breakfasts from all over the country.

It's more than enough to play here.

Ling An'an also consciously washed his face clean.

Holding paper and pen, looking at Chen Ze's back in the kitchen, he began to draw.

After a while, Chen Ze walked out carrying two bowls of hot rice porridge. Then there were scallion pancakes, fried dough sticks and a few boiled eggs on the table.

It looks simple, but in fact it has a seductive fragrance.

Ling An'an's stomach was already groaning.

"Oh, I didn't expect me to be handsome in the painting."

Chen Ze did not know when he was already standing behind Ling Anan.

What was drawn on the paper was the appearance of beating eggs, with a steady back, with an invisible charm and a sense of security that people depended on.

Ok!

I'm so handsome!

"Ah! I'll just draw a picture!" Ling Anan was taken aback, and hurriedly put the picture book on, and walked to the dining table happily.

The simple style made Ling An'an unstoppable drooling.

Carefully pick up a piece of scallion pancake and bite off a piece.

The oily juice bursts in the mouth, with green onions, stimulating the taste buds, the slightly charred surface, with a light and crisp taste, so that the taste of the pancake has been sublimated again!

Immediately after a mouthful of rice porridge, the greasy feeling was washed away, leaving only the long scallions, which is aftertaste!

"Wow! It smells so good!"

After solving a pancake, Ling Anan picked up another fried dough stick, which was burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, with a light milky fragrance, and the taste was very good!

A breakfast turned out to be a five-star meal!

"I have never had such a delicious breakfast!"

Ling An'an exclaimed in surprise.

The school's steamed buns and white porridge are already tired of eating. Today's meal also refreshed his knowledge of breakfast.

"If it tastes good, you can eat more. If it is not enough, I will make it." Chen Ze couldn't help but laugh when he looked at Ling An'an's lovely popularity.

Unconsciously.

Ling Anan has eaten two bowls of rice porridge, four pancakes, three fried dough sticks and two eggs.

Chen Ze was also taken aback.

I didn't expect this girl to be so edible!

"I'm full!" Ling An'an wiped his mouth, burped a little, and looked content.

"It's a blessing to be able to eat, so I can feed it."

Chen Ze said as he cleaned up.

Ling Anan was embarrassed and lowered his head, realizing that he seemed to have eaten a little bit just now.

Who made Chen Ze so delicious!

Satiate and drink.

Ling An'an also said goodbye to Chen Ze, ready to go to his professional class.

Chen Ze cleaned up, sat down in front of the computer, ready to start a new day of massacre.

Ding!

The mailbox flashed, and Chen Ze's almost moldy mailbox actually received an email.

Open it and take a look.

It turned out to be an invitation letter!

From the 4AM professional club, the founder Wei Shen personally sent an invitation!

"I value your strength very much and hope you can join our club and embark on a career path with us."

The next step is about the welfare of the entire 4AM.

The treatment is still very good.

Not only do they cover board and lodging, they also have a basic salary of tens of thousands of yuan a month.

At the same time formally join the team, there are various competition dividends and other benefits, quite attractive.

But when Chen Ze saw that he must obey the management, these words later.

I directly chose to delete this email.

"Obedience is impossible to obey. I just got off the job as a waiter and haven't lived freely for two days. Don't do it."

Chen Ze still prefers the unrestrained feeling.

Isn't it fragrant if you are free to play two chickens and promote yourself?

Think about it.

Just opened PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds.

"Teacher whoring! I finally caught you!"

"I've been squatting with you for a long time. I can't run away now!"

"Brothers, this is where we met the Sunset Red Chicken Team! Help the prostitute teacher and teacher Ma to quit internet addiction!"

Chen Ze's single four-row tour of the rain forest did not seem so smooth.

He knows the sunset red chicken team.

The prostitute teacher, Da Sima, eggplant and winter melon often live broadcast together to eat chicken.

It's just that the technology is really touching. In addition, the four "elderly people" are over a hundred years old, so it is called Sunset Red.

"Good luck, I can still meet the prostitutes."

Chen Ze also cheered up.

This one must be played well.

"Brothers, after the first two lessons, I feel that this one can eat chicken, teacher whoring, otherwise, if this one eats chicken, you alone will send me a rocket, no problem."

On the screen of the live broadcast room, Da Sima is communicating with the teacher and the others.

While gearing up to wait for the plane to take off, he grinned with bare teeth.

"I don't think this will work. It doesn't taste like chicken, so I can't eat it."

PDD giggled happily, sullenly, and showed a pig smile. The last four of them were beaten badly, but Da Sima was the one who hurt the least.

"I'm very strong, and I feel better, don't bet! I eat chicken, and one rocket is fired per person. If I don't eat chicken, I will give you points from the sixth uncle." Da Sima said rudely.

PDD grinned at this time and said thief: "Dare to be more confident, just go for six thousand! If you eat chicken, I will give you two super fires, not many BBs, okay."

"Okay! Then you guys play well, don't play me, this one really looks like a chicken! I feel like taking off." Da Sima agreed, his tone very firm.

Eggplant and winter melon promised again and again.

Such good things can't be answered!

"Take it! Take it! Take it!"