The Female Lead is Raised by Bosses

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Luo Yesheng walked up to the rooftop with the boiling soup pot, and saw that he took a gadget to play with. He put the bottom of the soup pot on the stove set up next to the table-the stove was the rest of the previous rocking chair. Of bamboo.

Fingertips flicked in, a ray of sparks drifted in, the dry bamboo strips ignited, and there were small holes underneath to add bamboo strips-the perfect outdoor stove.

"Uncle Luo, look."

"What is this?" Luo Yesheng took over the slapped metal gadget, "Waffle hot pot?"

grandfather:"……"

"No," he explained, "This is Jiugongge hot pot!"

Luo Yesheng: "..."

"Grandpa did it." He said, "Grandpa said Jiugongge looks like this."

Luo Yesheng's sight suddenly slipped to the rooftop, and suddenly found that the far guardrail lacked a corner-obviously grandpa did it.

Metal power really wants to melt anything, as long as it is metal!

He looked closely at the "waffle pan" in his hand, touched his side of the head, and returned it, without hitting Grandpa's "handwork".

However, the words on the side gave Luo Yesheng inspiration, yes, there is no Jiugongge pot, but there is a metal ability like Grandpa, which allows Grandpa to melt one according to Jiugongge.

However, after thinking about it, Luo Yesheng still dismissed this idea.

He taught how to shabu hot pot.

"Be careful, don't burn your hands." Luo Yesheng couldn't help but shave a piece of bacon, bacon shabu-shabu, although the taste is a bit weird, it still can't cover the flavor of the hot pot.

It's better than all the hot pots I ate before the end of the world.

Is it because I haven’t eaten for too long, or is it because the bag of hot pot base was sent by the big brother?

Probably both.

Because the bacon with the soup base was a bit weird, Luo Yesheng didn't feed it to the side. After teaching him how to rinse, he hurried back downstairs to prepare the remaining ingredients.

Moved over the small bench and sat in front of the stove.

I wanted to wait for the two uncles together, but the bottom of the pot was ups and downs, the red oil spices were ups and downs, and the unique scent scrambled to seduce the sense of smell. The little girl who had never eaten hot pot suddenly fell in love with this taste. Unconsciously secrete saliva.

So with little guilt, the little girl snapped a few potato chips into the pot with long chopsticks.

The third-level zombie squatted on the ground at a distance of one meter and stared at him, and the strange fragrance clearly attracted him.

He had a plate of bacon in his hand, looked at the tumbling hot pot, and then looked at the bacon in his hand.

The third-level zombies decisively put down the bacon and waited like a hungry ghost for feeding.

Although the two zombies usually eat at the table, their tableware and chopsticks are separated from the food and the side. Luo Yesheng will also wear gloves to wash the dishes separately, and then use the fire power to dispel the poison after washing.

There is no way to separate the hot pot, they can only watch and wait for it to be cooked a little later.

"Uncle Zhu Yuan, don't worry, it will be cooked right away." Wiping the sweat on his forehead, he was close to the stove, no longer afraid of heat, and was sweating.

The potato chips were cooked. The little girl held chopsticks. The first clip was given to Grandpa who silently picked up her bowl, the second was given to Uncle Zhu Yuan, and the third was given to herself.

"It's delicious!" A bite of potato chips made the eyes light up, and the smell of the hot pot opened another door for the little girl's demand for food.

Jiang Yu walked up with two large basins and took a breath intoxicatedly, his whole body trembling.

"Uncle Jiang, here."

Picking up the last piece of cooked potato chips and feeding it to Jiang Yu, the latter did not pay attention to the death ray cast by his grandfather, and happily held it.

Jiang Yu never felt that he was an appetite, but at this moment, he felt that he was the happiest person.

The day the virus broke out happened to be his 20th birthday, and he was still studying at school. His parents travelled far to the city where the school is located to give him a life, just to celebrate the first 20 of his life.

There was a classmate's new hot pot restaurant, and he just wanted to take his parents to the classmate's hot pot restaurant. He told his classmates in advance and left a place. He wanted to pick them up at the airport. What to do, such a hot day, what should I do if I run around in case of heat stroke?

He was afraid of heat stroke when he picked him up at the airport, but they came far away to celebrate his birthday but he was not in trouble.

Jiang Yu arrived at the hot pot restaurant early and ordered his parents to like the bottom of the pot and the dishes. But as time passed, they didn't arrive. He couldn't help but called.

The mother said: "Oh, somehow a lunatic bite someone in front of you, there is a car accident, the road is blocked. Son, if you are hungry, eat first, and my dad and I estimate it will be late..."

Before he finished, he heard a screaming scream from the background sound of the phone, the door screaming, and his father roaring loudly: "Run!" Finally, the phone intermittently said "birthday" "Happy" ends.

...

"Uncle Jiang, why are you crying?" While watching carefully, Jiang Yu, who had red eyes after eating a potato chip, was confused. "Is it too hot? I just blew it."

Jiang Yu, who wiped his eyes and wiped his eyes, said cheekily: "No, my uncle entered the eyes in the sand."

Bianbian: "?"

"It's hot." Jiang Yu calmed down a few times and creaked a fan in the nest. He fanned the side while condensing two pots of ice into the two large pots-he only had left That ice power.

Ice cubes are much more resistant than snowmen.

Chill came out of the ice cubes, and a fan, a cold wind blowing straight to the side, how comfortable and comfortable.

"Brother Jiang!" Luo Ye came to call downstairs, Jiang Yu had to put down the fan downstairs.

When he reached the stairs, Jiang Yu stopped suddenly.

Grandpa just took off his mask...

Some green vegetables were carefully placed on the side. Grandpa put the used chopsticks to the other side and kicked a third-level zombie. He picked up a pot of ice and walked behind him.

The third-level zombies were so greedy that they almost stuffed the bowl in their stomachs. When they saw it, they had to pick up another bowl of ice and walked behind them. Rotate side by side to form a closed air conditioner.

perfect.

The old zombie glanced at him appreciatively.

"Grandpa, Uncle Zhu Yuan, I'm not hot, you put down the pots and pans." While focusing on the hot dishes, I looked up and prepared to feed, and found that Grandpa and Uncle Zhu Yuan were standing behind me.

The two zombies were indifferent.

Of course, it was Grandpa who was indifferent unilaterally, making a low voice in his mouth, urging himself to eat.

"Okay." After thinking for a while, she picked up the hot dishes with her chopsticks and put them in the grandpa's bowl. She held the bowl, stepped on the stool carefully, and fed the grandpa with grandpa's chopsticks.

"Grandpa, next time we will eat Jiugongge hot pot!"

The third-level zombies couldn't stand anymore, and they kept shaking to show their existence, and quickly coaxed him: "Wait."

...

A helicopter flew from the sky one kilometer away from the rooftop. There were four people in the helicopter, all male, with bald head, wide shoulders, and thick back. The muscles sprayed outwards, supporting the clothes tightly and full of explosive energy.

The propeller of the fuselage is covered with a thin film, which does not affect its rotation, but shields all the sounds it emits when it rotates.

It came silently over this area.

"This is what the signal point shows." A bald-headed squint said, an electronic screen stood upright on his wrist with a protruding little red dot in the middle. There were four little green dots around the little red dot. Point close.

At this time, the bald nose of the flying plane moved: "...what smells."

Bald three: "What is it?"

"It's hot pot if my mother heard it right!" The mouth responded before the brain, and the bald head swallowed throat reflexively.

Bald Head Four: "I smell it too."

"Someone is cooking hot pot here?" The four bald heads looked at each other, "Who the **** is that extravagant."

"Wait... the taste floats from the direction of the signal source."

The plane silently approached diagonally above Jinxin Community, and then, what did they see?

A little girl wearing a pink princess dress, combing the princess's head, and wearing a glittering princess crown in the middle, in front of her is cooking a red oil hot pot that can stir the belly of all people!

That is the authentic red oil hot pot out of print after the end of the world!

She also used long chopsticks to cut the meat in the pan!

Behind her--

The four versatile bald head abilities instantly condensed into pupils.

Those are two zombies holding pots and pans of ice! ! !