Rebirth, the character of Baifumei cannot fall

Song Jiajun walked to the table and rubbed Lin Wanyue's little head. Facing her puzzled look, he did not intend to explain.

It is better not to dirty the little girl's ears with these dirty words. It is disgusting to listen to them.

Song Jiajun did not say anything to Lin Wanyue, and she did not continue to ask. Looking at the current situation, Lin Wanyue could guess that Chu Xiao must have said something unpleasant.

Qiu Yunyue went upstairs. Meng Ke sat on the sofa obediently. Only Chu Xiao stood in front of the place where Song Jiajun had just sat, with a pale face.

Thinking of Wen Yucheng trying to help her in the kitchen just now when he could not protect himself, he felt funny in his words.

The boyfriend tried his best to please her here, and she tried her best to hold him back.

Just because she could make Song Jiajun like this, you can know how unpleasant the words must be, and most of them are about herself.

Wen Yucheng really has a good girlfriend!

"Are you not injured?"

Song Jiajun looked at Lin Wanyue's slightly messy hair, slightly red cheeks, and a pair of sparkling eyes. She was very proud of her successful cooking.

He glanced at the camera inconspicuously, reached out and touched the girl's face, tidied up her scattered hair, and suppressed the irritation in his heart.

"No, no, I used the pot cover as a shield, and the oil didn't burst."

Okay, you know to find a handy weapon, not bad.

Song Jiajun fell silent when he looked at the braised... carp served by the little girl. This fish should be imported from Africa.

"Monk! Monk! Let's eat!"

Compared with Lin Wanyue, Yue Zhengzheng looked much more messy. I don't know what he did in the kitchen. The bun he had made in the morning now hangs loosely on the back of his neck.

The hair with natural curls has its own curls, and at first glance it looks like a sunflower blooming.

Song Jiajun felt a little sorry for Meng Ke at this time. The dish of his little girl was a little darker, but it was still possible to tell what it was.

It was difficult to evaluate the dish that Yue Zhengzheng brought out. It was impossible to guess what it was.

"Ancestor, are you making an elixir?" Meng Ke came out of the kitchen with two dishes in his hand, and still couldn't tell what it was.

"It's good to have something to eat, you're so picky." Yue Zhengzheng's words were firm, but his tone was a little weak.

She was also a little worried. The fire was not obedient, and the originally good dishes turned black while cooking.

Everyone brought the finished dishes to the table one after another, each with its own color. The only normal dish on the table was the steamed crab.

"Oh, Da Zi, your dish is good!" The color looked quite appetizing, much better than the elixir he made.

Lin Wanyue smiled and didn't say anything, but it looked good.

She saw it all when he was cooking just now. Yu Yingda added all the seasonings to each dish.

Who puts vinegar in asparagus and shrimp? Lin Wanyue could smell the sour smell across half the table.

Everyone sat down at the table, and Song Jiajun took the lead in picking up a piece of fish and putting it in his mouth.

Meng Ke looked at Song Jiajun's expression, his eyes full of respect. No wonder he was a man of great achievements, and he remained calm even when faced with a mountain collapse.

"How is it? Is it cooked?"

"Of course it's cooked, my baby is really amazing."

The man's face did not show any reluctance, and he praised sincerely.

In fact, the dishes made by Lin Wanyue did not look good, but they tasted good. She strictly followed the recipe, and the saltiness was moderate and there was no strange taste.

I was just afraid that it would be undercooked and the color would be a little black if it was cooked for a little longer.

"Yes, Miss Lin is much better than us. We don't know if the dishes we cook are edible."

Wen Yucheng was the last to come out. No one told Chu Xiao what he did. He was still flattering Lin Wanyue as he did in the kitchen, and didn't notice the people around him suddenly clenching their hands.

Chu Xiao was still worried about what Song Jiajun had just said. If Yucheng knew what she had done, he would definitely be angry.

But now she suddenly stopped worrying after hearing what he said. It would be better if she left the program group. She would rather Yucheng be angry with her than lose him.

No one at the table responded to Wen Yucheng's words. Everyone was looking after themselves and picking the edible parts of the dishes on the table.

Wen Yucheng cursed these people in his heart for currying favor with the powerful. If it was Song Jiajun or Lin Wanyue who spoke now, even if they said 1+1=3, these people would have to praise their intelligence.

"Yucheng, don't be angry. These people have no vision. In my heart, you are the best."

Chu Xiao hoped that Lin Wanyue would ignore Wen Yucheng, so she did not hesitate to put on eye drops at this time and express her feelings by the way.

"What's the use? What I want is to change their view of me."

Chu Xiao's face turned pale in an instant. She automatically ignored that Wen Yucheng was talking about them instead of her.

YuchengWhat does this mean? Has he started to care about his image in Lin Wanyue's heart?

Saying such words in front of her, does Yucheng no longer intend to cover up?

Wen Yucheng and Chu Xiao's whispers were not heard, and everyone else's attention was on Yue Zhengzheng.

She ignored Lin Wanyue's dissuasion and tasted a bite of Yu Yingda's dish, and now she was drinking a lot of water from a large cup.

"Yu Yingda! You put vegetables in the salt! Here is the kimchi, sour and salty!" Recalling the strange taste in her mouth just now, Yue Zhengzheng had a little physiological retching, and quickly drank two more sips of water.

This is the first time she has eaten a dish that tastes sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. It's really an experience.

Now it's good. She didn't eat or drink enough, and her belly was full of water. She could hear the sound of water when she shook it.

Meng Ke looked at the best-looking dishes on the table and felt that the dark dishes also had a different taste.

It's not that Meng Ke doesn't want to eat the dishes made by Yue Zhengzheng, but the dishes he picked up three times just now were all mushy and bitter, and the smaller cut dishes were already carbonized, so he couldn't eat them.

He could only pick up the crabs with the lowest risk factor to eat. Fortunately, steaming crabs is not difficult. As long as the pot is not burnt dry, it doesn't matter if it is steamed for a longer time.

He really wants to try the dishes made by Lin Wanyue. Although they are a little black, at least they are not carbonized!

And seeing that the prince eats calmly and calmly, the taste should not be much worse, and it must be better than Yu Yingda's.

"Wow, this table of dishes is as bad as the ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty!"

"Black is black, white is white."

"The whole dish broke into pieces when picked up, Meng Ke couldn't hold his chopsticks because he was trying to hold back his laughter."

"Wen Yucheng's beef was definitely not cooked, it was served less than three minutes after it was put into the pot."

"Boss Zhu's dishes are so black, but the prince can eat them, it must be true love!"

"Don't spread rumors! I just saw that Boss Zhu put every seasoning very carefully. At best, it doesn't look good, but the taste is definitely not too bad!"