Spear Teacher

The second day of the live broadcast of the love variety show.

Jiang Qiyu was awakened by the broadcast of the program team early in the morning. After closing her eyes and tidying up, she stretched her body and went downstairs.

When she reached the first floor, she found that others had already done their makeup and hair styles, and were energetic in the semi-open kitchen.

Except for the first meal in the apartment last night, in the next month, as long as there is no special link, everyone must make their own food.

Zhou Shun and Song Yan are working together to study how to add eggs to instant noodles.

Lu Heng held a cup of pure American coffee and stood beside Jiang Mian unintentionally, watching her spread jam on toast.

Jiang Ling took out a frozen steak from the refrigerator and pretended to be innocent and inserted between the two:

"Brother Heng, Mianmian, do you want to have steak for breakfast?"

Fang Xubai held an egg alone with a hesitant expression.

"......"

Looking at the scene of these young masters and young ladies who had never touched a finger in the kitchen making breakfast "clumsily and cutely", Jiang Qiyu felt a headache.

Just when she wanted to turn around and breathe fresh air outside, she was stopped by the sharp-eyed Fang Xubai:

"Mr. Changmao, good morning!"

"....."

She rolled her eyes secretly in her heart, always feeling that this title was a bit indescribable.

"Mr. Changmao!"

Fang Xubai walked out of the semi-open kitchen, holding the egg in his hand and showing her his signature smile:

"Let's have breakfast together?"

Jiang Qiyu glanced at him, and then looked at the egg in his hand with some uncertainty:

"......Just eat this?"

"Fried eggs."

"You make it?"

"Don't worry." Fang Xubai shook the egg in his hand with confidence, "I've seen the tutorial."

"......"

Don't believe it.

——

Regardless of whether Jiang Qiyu believed it or not, she couldn't let the child down. She sat down at the table and took out her phone to fiddle with it for a while.

Not long after, two plates of black and yellow things with vague outlines, not sure whether they were food or not, were pushed in front of her.

"This is..."

Fang Xubai fried an egg and put on a bear apron seriously. The whole person looked cute and docile. The round puppy eyes stared at her without blinking:

"Try it, I made the fried egg according to the program team's tutorial!"

"..."

Jiang Qiyu's eyes widened instantly when she heard it. In his expectant eyes, she turned her stiff neck and slowly lowered her head to look at the "solid substance" on the plate in front of her.

There was no expression on her face, but in her mind, she quickly went through the original plot like a cursory glance.

After confirming that the original owner had never offended the egg killer in front of her, she swallowed her saliva:

"Have you tasted it yourself?"

Fang Xubai seemed to understand her concerns and explained confidently:

"Teacher Changmao, this fried egg does not look good, but the taste is absolutely fine, you should try it."

Under his warm hospitality, Jiang Qiyu still smiled awkwardly, picked up the chopsticks and picked up a little bit of the edge that did not seem to be carbonized and put it in her mouth.

"......"

"How is it? Does it taste okay?"

Facing Fang Xubai's sincere eyes and expectant expression, Jiang Qiyu put down the chopsticks in his hand and looked at him seriously:

"Fang Xubai, has anyone told you that your cooking is delicious?"

"This, no." Fang Xubai scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "This is my first time, if you like..."

"Then don't do it again in the future."

"......Ah?"

In order to prevent his words from being unconvincing, Jiang Qiyu spoke again with a serious face:

"This fried egg you made is between delicious and unpalatable."

"What is it?"

"It's so unpalatable."

Other people pay attention to color, fragrance and taste when cooking, but Fang Xubai's cooking,

color, fragrance and taste abstention.

As soon as Jiang Qiyu said this, the netizens who had been paying attention to them started to laugh again.

【Laughing, hahahaha Although Baibai is really cute, your fried eggs are really not good. ]

[Fang Xubai, debuted for two years, black material: fried eggs. ]

[Teacher Changmao: Very well done, just pretend you haven't eaten it this time, and don't make it again in the future. ]

Just when Fang Xubai's expectations were completely shattered, he hung his head and prepared to put away his cooking performance.

Jiang Ling, who was sent away by Lu Heng in a few words, seemed to notice that there were more shots here, so she came over and said with a smile:

"Qi Yu, Xiaobai spent a lot of effort and fried four or five eggs to make a loving breakfast for you. Don't let him down~"

She emphasized the words "loving breakfast" very much.This sentence not only accused Fang Xubai of wasting food, but also accused Jiang Qiyu of not giving face.

Jiang Ling has always had this kind of personality since she was a child. She looks smooth and kind, but in fact, every word carries a thorn that is neither soft nor hard, which makes people feel uncomfortable, but they can't tell what is wrong.

Jiang Qiyu is completely different from her. She has no brains, so she is much more straightforward:

"Then you eat it."

Seeing the black charcoal pushed by Jiang Qiyu, Jiang Ling's face immediately turned green, and she waved her hands repeatedly:

"No, no, this is made by Xiaobai brother specially for you, I..."

"Forget it."

Seeing Jiang Ling's secretive look, Fang Xubai felt even more hurt. He picked up the plate of fried eggs that had given up color, fragrance and taste and said with a lonely face:

"I really don't have talent in this area, so I'd better throw it away."

"..."

Jiang Qiyu quietly looked at his desolate and lonely back, sighed and prepared to go to the kitchen to make something barely edible to fill her stomach.

As for cooking, she was best at ordering takeout, but as a former low-level entertainer, cooking instant noodles was still a necessary life skill.

As soon as she entered the kitchen, she was attracted by a strange and stimulating smell.

"Whose good person eats stinky tofu so early in the morning?"

As soon as this was said, Lu Heng, who was originally rolling up his sleeves to cut cheese and constantly looking for angles to show off his biceps and jawline, immediately stopped moving.

The knife in his hand couldn't help but deviate.

"Ah!"

Jiang Mian, who was standing next to him, immediately exclaimed: "Brother Lu, are you okay?"

Jiang Qiyu looked over in the direction of the voice.

Well, there was a cut as long as the little finger nail. Lu Heng was afraid that the old guy would heal, so he clenched his left hand and squeezed out two drops of blood.

While everyone was frantically looking for the medicine box, the barrage immediately sounded the condemnation of Jiang Qiyu.

[Why is Jiang Qiyu so blunt? It's all her fault. Our Heng Shuai got hurt! 】

[The sister who is obsessed with Heng Shuai is probably trying to get his attention. I feel sorry for him being entangled by such a woman. 】

[Can Jiang Qiyu get out of the show? She is here to disgust the audience, right? 】

And at this moment of chaos, none of the seven people noticed that the door to the living room was opened.

A clear and magnetic voice pierced through the noisy and noisy condolences, and sounded in everyone's ears with a little disgust:

"Who is eating shit in the kitchen so early in the morning?"