The villain's group favorite little cub

Chapter 1743 The hand is covering He Yitong’s eyes

Author: Yixia Qianqian

Chapter 1743 The hand is covering He Yitong’s eyes

"I can help light the fire!" He Chen raised his hand and emphasized, "I just learned what I learned recently when filming, and now I can put it to use."

[Hahahaha He Shen looks so proud. Why are you so proud?]

[More childish than Zaizai, with a face full of "come on, come on, come on"

"Really?" Yu Jinxiao didn't intend to make a fire. He didn't know how to do it, let alone didn't want to.

Since He Chen wanted to do that choking and hot thing, he had no reason to disappoint people, right?

"I can help, what's the first step?" Yu Mingxi rolled up his sleeves and began to prepare for the attack.

I didn't know how to do it, but I didn't expect that the first time I would help with housework would be on a TV show.

He Yitong thought for a while, and a light bulb seemed to light up in his head: "The first thing is to light the fire, right?"

"Why a fire?" Yu Yingze couldn't figure it out. "The vegetables and meat haven't been prepared yet. Are you going to make a fire to stir-fry the air?"

Yu Yingze, who always spoke directly, seemed to have given He Yitong an arrow in the knee. Her proud smile just now faded a little: "Yingze is right, then we should..."

"First, arrange the order according to the time required for each dish." Yu Jinxiao stood by the stove and sorted the cooking prompt board given by the program team. "The dishes that take a long time should be started at the earliest, from longest to shortest."

"That's right, that's right," He Yitong, whose head was starting to feel empty, nodded in agreement, "You actually know how to cook?"

"No, but this is similar to the concept of handling official business."

"..."

Yu Mingxi is a smart child, and he can quickly master some things even if it is his first time.

He Yitong wouldn't let him touch things like chopping vegetables, for fear that he would cut his hands.

Yu Mingxi and Yu Yuanyuan were mainly responsible for washing the vegetables, while Yu Yingze was responsible for helping He Chen make a fire together later, and then help others wipe sweat, move benches, and take coats.

Yu Jinxiao, who had already rolled up his sleeves, thought he could at least help cut the vegetables.

Although he doesn't know how to do it, cutting it into strips and cubes is not a big problem.

Strips can be shapes, even if they are as thick as a finger, they can still be called strips, even if the acrylic board says to cut them into "wires".

Seeing how clumsy he was in his suit and leather shoes, He Yitong snatched the kitchen knife away and shook the light of the knife in front of Yu Jinxiao's chest: "Just stand by and watch, leave these things to me, I don't want to starve the pups.

."

Okay, if you don’t cut vegetables, how about making noodles?

Isn’t kneading noodles just a one-sided beating with flour? This is simple!

But when Yu Jinxiao poured the flour into the bowl, He Yitong floated over to stop him: "I'll do it, I'll do it, I'll do this."

Yu Jinxiao looked up at the cutting board aside, on which was placed the "silk" cut by He Yitong.

It can no longer be called silk, it should be called lumps. It is as thick as two fingers, has a big head and small feet, and is very uneven.

After pouring in the flour, He Yitong grabbed a bowl on the side, took some water, and with a sigh, he lifted it up and dropped it.

"call!"

The flour soared into the air and dispersed into a discolored mist in mid-air.

When the white mist over there dispersed, the barrage began to boil again.

Yu Jinxiao's hand was covering He Yitong's eyes. There was a hint of blame in his eyes, but it was more of a reproachful look out of concern.

If he hadn't reacted quickly, all the flour would have flown into He Yitong's eyes.

"Cough, cough, cough..." He Yitong was choked by the flour that flew into the air unexpectedly and coughed.

When the surrounding flour had almost settled, Yu Jinxiao let go of his palms.

As soon as He Yitong raised his head, he met his serious eyes.

(End of chapter)