It's okay not to fry CP! [Entertainment]

After working hard for a long time, I dug up the sweet potatoes, exchanged some rice and meat, and returned with a huge sum of 23 yuan.

The sudden sudden wealth made Xie Muran blinded by money.

They even babbled in He Zishu's ear along the way, asking him to steal Lu Jinchen's money, and then drink milk tea with him.

Rich and old man happy, as long as you hold the steering wheel, you can enter the city with a kick of the gas pedal.

When they returned to the hut, the chicken king brought back by Bai Ying and the others had already run all over the yard.

He Zishu went to take a quick wash, and before he got out of the bathroom, he heard Xie Muran's screams outside.

"Ah, Fanfan, bro, stop it!" Xie Muran screamed and ran in, while Given and Lu Jinchen leaned against the door beside them and laughed.

Only then did He Zishu see clearly the rice that was barred outside by the half-height threshold, rattling loudly.

Xie Muran hid behind He Zishu, gained confidence in an instant, and shouted at the big goose: "You wait, I will find someone to beat you!"

"It's too powerful. Its wings are [-] meters long, and it can fly!"

He Zishu couldn't laugh or cry: "Why did you mess with it?"

"I'm grabbing food from it," Given said, stuffing a piece of fried rice cake back into Xie Muran's mouth, "grab it's food in front of it, and don't fly up and bite you."

"How do I know that this rice cake is for it to eat?" Xie Muran was obviously a little bit broken, "Is this something that can't be eaten?"

"It was given by the grandpa next door for us to eat, but I like the rice very much, so I took some out and fed it as a snack." He Zishu smiled, "You can eat it, don't be afraid."

Xie Muran suddenly felt wronged: "Then it's not me who robbed it of food, but it robbed me of food!"

Lu Jin took a deep look at Xie Muran: "Remember eating but not beating."

Given: "Maybe I'll have to fight with the chicken brought back by Teacher Yu later."

"Then I'll catch it and make Kung Pao Chicken." Xie Muran bared his teeth.

The village tyrant's big goose was still dangling by the threshold, Xie Muran didn't dare to go out, so he could only look at He Zishu for help.

He Zishu, who received the signal, walked to the table, opened a piece of dark blue floral cloth, took out a piece of rice cake familiarly, and walked out.

Walking on the threshold, he squatted down.

He Zishu lowered his head, broke the rice cakes into pieces little by little, and softly coaxed the squeaking rice: "Kids, please wait obediently at your seat, and you can only come to pick up the biscuits when the teacher calls your name." ,do you know?"

After speaking, he raised his hand and threw it into the distance.

The village bully Rice turned his head and ran away, along with Chicken King who rushed out from the corner.

Evenly matched, meet fiercely.

He Zishu's long-lost childishness caused Lu Jinchen's heart to collapse a little.

He hadn't seen He Zishu like this for a long time.

Maybe Given was right.

That's fine.

He Zishu settled several small ones and went into the kitchen.

Under Bai Ying's signal, Given and Xie Muran helped him from the sidelines.

While changing the microphone, while Bai Ying and Yu Ming were outside, Xie Muran approached He Zishu while washing tomatoes, and asked, "Sister, tell me, you asked to cook today?"

"Yeah." He Zishu nodded, "What's wrong?"

Xie Muran's expression was a bit tangled, as if hesitating to speak.

"Idiot," Given said as he stuffed a sweet potato with soil in Xie Muran's hand, "you can't stop your mouth even if you eat it."

Xie Muran raised Givenchy's face bitterly.

Xie Muran has always been unable to hide his words.

He Zishu paused for a moment, then smiled and asked, "Just say what you want."

Xie Muran looked up at Givenchy.

"Okay, the microphone is being adjusted, and the sound cannot be received. If you don't ask now, you don't know when you will have to wait."

When He Zishu spoke, he also cracked an egg along the way.

The crisp and thin eggshell was knocked on the glass bowl and instantly shattered in half.

He stopped, looked at Xie Muran, and said with a light smile, "Don't tell me?"

"Can you hold it back?"

Xie Muran shook his head: "I can't hold back."

Xie Muran glanced around and saw that there was no camera following him, so he suppressed his voice and said, "If you don't want to do it, we won't do it, it's okay."

"Even if Sister An asked, as long as you don't want to, you don't have to do it."

He Zishu's hands froze, a little dazed.

He didn't expect that what Xie Muran said after deliberating for a long time would be such a trivial matter.

But in the eyes of Xie Muran and Givenchy, this look has a different meaning.

Xie Muran and Givenchy like the dishes made by He Zishu, but the premise is that He Zishu is willing to cook.

When he was at home before, Xie Muran had no intention of mentioning why He Zishu could cook.

At that time, He Zishu replied that he did not cook because he liked it.

At that time, I was young and lived in a shelter, and occasionally I couldn't eat, or there were only leftovers from cold dishes.

In order to make myself eat a little more comfortably, I fumbled to learn.

He Zishu spoke calmly, but Givenchy and Xie Muran felt that it was not a good idea.

Especially after giving full play to the imagination.

In their imagination, the six or seven-year-old boy, Shu, was small, and because he couldn't reach the stove, he had to move a small bench to step on it, struggling to stir-fry vegetables.

Maybe I fell several times, crying and swishing a big spoon.

Since then, they have basically stopped asking He Zishu to cook.

"Is it requested by the company?" Givenchy frowned, "Or Sister An?"

For this kind of lifestyle variety show, "knowledge to cook" is indeed a big selling point, and it is reasonable for the company to work hard on this point.

"No." He Zishu wiped his hands, and said lightly, "It's just a meal, it's just a little troublesome, but it's not annoying."

He never expected that in the hearts of Given and Xie Muran, he would already be stamped as a "left-behind child who lived in the shadow of cooking and had a miserable childhood".

"One or two meals is really not very tiring." Given took the bowls and chopsticks from He Zishu's hand, put them on the cutting board, and said squarely, "But in front of the camera, you can't just cook a few meals."

Xie Muran chimed in: "That's right, if the program team bothers you to play games and ask you to cook, it will be really hard."

"Actually, I can let Sister Baiying do it. The program team won't embarrass her and Teacher Yu Ming, so it won't be very hard."

"Just chop the vegetables next to you."

The two were still talking, but He Zishu stopped and asked, "Have you ever eaten the food cooked by Sister Baiying?"

Given didn't like He Zishu's way of talking about him, but he still patiently said, "No."

"Actually, Sister Bai doesn't like to cook." He Zishu replied.

"In the past few days, every time she ate, she only took a few quick bites." He Zishu leaned over and added some firewood to the stove, "This old-fashioned stove is made of wood, the smoke is heavy, and the voice After smoking and steaming your face, you will lose your appetite.”

"It hurts the skin too."

Xie Muran on the side added sullenly: "What about you?"

"It will hurt your throat too."

"I don't know how to do it," He Zishu said with ease, "I have dealt with these things since I was a child."

"And I'm very happy to cook for you."

Given and Xie Muran, who had never chopped firewood or lit a fire, were even more frustrated.

"Then why don't you tell Sister Bai the truth," Given put down the things in his hands, "You said you wanted to cook for yourself because you wanted to help her."

Given didn't know whether He Zishu really didn't know, or simply felt it was unnecessary.

But it seems that the probability is the latter.

He Zishu said, "Is there any difference?"

"Yes, if you don't say it, others won't know about it," Given said, frowned. "If you put it on the show and enlarge it, people who want to make trouble will think that you want to grab weight, so in the first issue of the guest At that time, he robbed Sister Bai of her job."

He Zishu just smiled, "Then can I not be scolded if I say it?"

Given: "..."

In fact, He Zishu didn't know that what Xie Muran and Givenchy were struggling with was not about one or two meals.

But they gradually understood one thing.

He Zishu is always used to putting himself at the end.

He felt that cooking was troublesome, but he did it, not because of the camera, weight, or topic, but because Bai Ying didn't like it.

However, in the eyes of others, his purpose for doing this may be interpreted as for the camera, weight, and topic.

Because he can't speak for himself.

Even he himself didn't think that he was wronging himself.

Given couldn't find words to refute He Zishu, and felt that it was not good to be bored and not speak, he was so angry that he chopped pork.

I'm so annoying.

Then chop the pork strips into pig rice noodles.

When the pig rice flower was almost turned into mud, the microphone was finally adjusted, and a few people covered the topic without a trace.

Given and Xie Muran went out to pick green onions, just as Lu Jinchen walked in with a bucket of fish.

And Bai Ying followed beside him, holding a few green vegetables in her hands.

Bai Ying: "The old man next door sent it. He said it was freshly picked."

He Zishu: "Is it the grandfather who picked up the salt?"

"Yeah," Baiying washed her hands, and started to help, "I have to say anything."

After speaking, he yelled at Lu Jinshen: "Remember to send some food later, remember."

"Ah."

After Lu Jinshen finished speaking, she was about to go out, but Bai Ying stopped her, "Go over there and light the fire."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at him: "Will there be a fire?"

Lu Jinshen, who was questioned: "..."

Seeing Lu Jinshen's rare hesitation, He Zishu immediately spoke to restore Captain Lu's dignity: "Sister, let me do it."

Judging by Lu Jinchen's appearance, he doesn't look like someone who can make a fire.

But as soon as He Zishu stepped out, Baiying over there said without raising her head: "Then you two will have a baby together."

Lu Jinshen: "..."

He Zishu: "..."

Make a fire and make a fire!

Not with such omissions!

Lu Jinchen was well aware of Baiying's temperament, and looked at He Zishu, who was chopping vegetables quickly and trying to cover up, and stopped the conversation: "No, I'll just go."

Bai Ying raised her eyebrows, quite proud of herself.

While giving way to Lu Jinchen, she continued to speak leisurely: "Zi Shu, is there anything Mu Ran particularly wants to eat?"

"No," He Zishu said without thinking, "Mu Ran is not picky about food, but she doesn't eat coriander."

"What about Givenchy, are there any taboos?"

"There are no taboos, but he is more sweet." He Zishu lowered his head and wrapped the fish fillets in flour. "I like scrambled eggs with tomatoes, but I don't eat tomatoes."

"Oh, really?" Baiying's hand movements gradually slowed down.

She glanced at Lu Jinchen who was at the side indiscriminately.

Lu Jin's heart sank.

Sure enough, Bai Ying said softly, "What about Jin Chen?"

He Zishu didn't react for a moment, he raised his head awkwardly, and blinked his eyes.

Once, twice.

This is a Taoist proposition!

He won't do it!

Who knows what the noble Army Lu likes to eat!

No chance to even buy afternoon tea!

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