The big entertainer adopted by the female president

Chapter 212 Wen Yan: I Seem to Be Cool
Can't laugh, can't laugh, I have been trained, no matter how funny I am, I can hold back seeing Wen Yan's expression changing, Zhao Wanqi is even more sure of her thoughts.

"Okay, okay, Xiaoyan, I know you want me to try your craftsmanship, but there is no spare rice cooker at home, giggle..."

Although with the development of the times, there are not many young people now who can cook, but players who can fry the pot are really rare.

Well, the physical death was not achieved, and the social death was up to the standard. Thinking of the accident scene that Wang Luoqi sent her a few months ago, Zhao Wanqi couldn't control the urge to laugh.

Seeing Zhao Wanqi's expression, Wen Yan knew she had misunderstood.

Thinking that he, as the owner of "advanced cooking skills", has been the royal chef of Room 601 for more than ten years, how can he be ashamed of this fryer?
Wen Yan felt it necessary to explain: "Sister Wanqi, if I say, Sister Luo Qi, she is fooling you, do you believe it?"

"Xin, of course my sister believes in you." Zhao Wanqi stood on tiptoe and rubbed Wen Yan's head.

"Xiaoyan, you are smart since you were young, how could you do such a stupid thing? This must be a capitalist who is deliberately slandering you, Kukuku..."

If you can hold back your laughter, I almost believed in avoiding Zhao Wanqi's head-touching killing, Wen Yan explained earnestly:

"Sister Wanqi, I really didn't lie to you. I've been cooking for more than ten years. I'm an experienced chef, and my craftsmanship is very good."

Old cook?I think it's an old accident!She didn't believe Wen Yan's explanation at all.

Have been cooking for ten years?This is obviously going to the grave to burn newspapers, and putting it aside to coax ghosts, Zhao Wanqi touched her chin.

The capitalist Wang Luoxi, no matter how cold-blooded and ruthless, would not be lazy for his own sake, but let a five- or six-year-old child learn to cook.

What's more, she could also see that Wang Luoqi's love for Wen Yan over the years was not adulterated at all.

Xiaoyan's level of lying has plummeted now. Although she wasn't very clever before, she didn't look fake, she thought secretly.

At this moment, Detective Zhao Wanqi possessed her body, her eyes flashed a sharp light, and she felt that she was too witty.

She shrugged her shoulders and tried to hold back her smile:
"Well, I know your cooking skills are very good, but aren't you injured now? When you recover, I will definitely give you a chance to perform. This time, I'll give you something to eat."

Facing Zhao Wanqi's tone of coaxing the child, Wen Yan opened her mouth, but had nothing to say.

Forget it, don't explain it, what about love.

"Okay, then you go to work first." Wen Yan waved his hand, a little disappointed.

"By the way, remember to add more soup to me when the pot comes out later. I don't like noodles that are too dry."

"Okay, make sure you have enough water." Zhao Wanqi walked towards the kitchen.

Standing in the same place, Wen Yan vaguely heard her whispering:
"You can even fry a pot, so don't let this guy into my kitchen."

Wen Yan: "..."

Lying on his back on the sofa, his eyes staring at the ceiling, Wen Yan did not expect that one day, he would be disliked by people for his cooking skills.

Just leave the original spectrum!

Until this time, those things that didn't make sense before can be straightened out.

No wonder, every time he wanted to show his cooking skills in the circle of friends, Wang Luoqi had to specifically ask him to block Zhao Wanqi.

No wonder, when Wang Luoxi posted a picture of fried eggs to the circle of friends last time, when he asked for blessings, Zhao Wanqi would comment on him, saying that he was a kitchen killer!
Co-author, someone is already ready to pit him!

Tsk, Sister Luo Qi is really a black-hearted master.

Thinking of this "frying pot incident", Wen Yan was very angry.

Some time ago, on February 2, on his birthday, Wang Luoxi said on a whim that he wanted to cook and prepare a birthday dinner for him.

This made Wen Yan agitated.

Washing and cooking, serving Sister Luo Qi for ten years, is this finally the reward of waiting for the big sister?He thought so at the time.

In this world, apart from a young man like him, who else could make a strong woman like Wang Luoqi willingly serve him, the stove by the stove, and the soup?
Just ask who else?
Therefore, after hearing Wang Luoqi's self-recommendation, Wen Yan naturally would not refuse, and even a little chicken moved.

Don't look at this as just a small improvement for Wang Luoqi, but it is a milestone on the road of their relationship!

Let me ask, the achievement of the stove by the hearth has been achieved, is it still far from the ultimate goal of recommending a pillow seat?

But just as he was sitting on the sofa, looking forward to Wang Luoqi's candlelight dinner, he suddenly heard a loud "bang"—

Get a pot lid out of the kitchen!

When he hurried into the kitchen, he saw a scene that he will never forget:

mmp, Wang Luoqi is gone, but the pot is fried!

Wen Yan's expression at that time was like this: o_O???
"Do, it's too dangerous to cook." Just when he was shocked, a head appeared from under the stove, summarizing the matter.

Glancing at the lid of the pot that rolled out of the door, and then looking at the depression on the ceiling, Wang Luoqi patted the dust on his hands and said solemnly:

"Fortunately, I hid quickly. It seems that my skills over the years have not been practiced in vain."

"Are you still in the mood to joke?" Wen Yan said angrily, "Are you firing guns in the pot?"

Looking at the messy stove, his back was sweating, and his eyes were full of fear.

If, he meant, if Wang Luoqi didn't have time to escape just now, what would be the consequences?
He didn't even dare to think about it.

"Don't talk nonsense, I haven't played cannonball since I was a child." Wang Luoxi's eyes dodged.

The past of firecrackers blowing my crotch, I was like thunder. Wen Yan almost told Wang Luoqi's dark history.

After he calmed down and inquired carefully about the situation, he realized that this prodigal woman had a sudden idea that the beer was a little cold, so he put it in the pot to heat it directly.

What's the difference between this and throwing a cannonball into it?
Wen Yan gritted his teeth and said, "The high temperature will cause the gas to expand, resulting in a pressure difference. You don't even know this. How dare you say that you are a scholar?"

"Why are you fierce?" Wang Luoqi was not convinced.

She put her hands on her hips and retorted: "I just wanted to heat it up a little bit. Who would have known that this pot would heat up so fast, and the water would boil immediately after I put it in for a few minutes?"

"Okay, okay, although the pot is fried now, it's also an unexpected situation. At least, you have to know what my sister wants to cook for you. It's a big deal. I'll pay more attention next time."

"Also, although frying pans should be a very common thing, it's not good to say it out. People will think that I'm a waste of life."

"So, don't tell anyone about this, just treat it as a secret between the two of us, okay?"

Thinking of Wang Luoqi's serious warning at the time, Wen Yan really wanted to lift the table. Is this what she said to keep it a secret?

Secrecy is to throw the pot at him? (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

If Wang Luoxi was in front of him at this time, he would have to enforce the family law for her.

That's right, you read that right, it's not Wang Luoxi's method, but his Wen Xiaoyan's family method.

At the very least, smack her ass!

Hey, speaking of Sister Luo Qi, did I forget something?
Looking at the clock on the wall, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.

Nima, it's over, it's over, it's a cool rhythm.

Even if he didn't go home at night, he even forgot to say hello to Wang Luoxi in advance.

Wen Yan knew that Wang Luoqi had a habit of waiting in the living room if she didn't see him come home.

However, why didn't she call, shouldn't she be really angry?

Taking out the mobile phone from his pocket, Wen Yan found out that the mobile phone was out of power. No wonder he didn't receive the life-threatening serial call from Wang Luoqi.

He shouted to the kitchen:

"Sister Wanqi, let me use your charger. I want to send a message to Sister Luo Qi, but the phone is out of power now."

"Oh, the charger is in my room, go get it yourself." A head stuck out in the kitchen.

"However, don't worry, I have already sent a message to the capitalists just now."

"Gulu." Wen Yan swallowed and spit: "You sent a message to Sister Luo Qi, what did you say?"

He suddenly had a bad feeling.

Be cool.

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ps: Yesterday I was going to send feces to paint the wall.

But the wall [-]% got the news and he ran away ahead of time.

Okay, I'm no longer skinned, I'm ashamed, I'll continue to write now, there should be another chapter, everyone will read it tomorrow.

Well, it should, don't wait.

(End of this chapter)