He walked straight to Yan Zhixu.

The back light came, and the rays of the sun were spreading. The man of Qing Jun looked like an exiled immortal walking out of the painting, with a gentle aura lingering around him.

"..."

Looking at him and remembering his identity, Yu Furong's heart throbbed uncontrollably. Would the eldest son of the richest family in the sea market be even better if he could climb up his own resources in the entertainment industry?

This idea was restrained by Yu Furong after a while.

If she dared to attack this person, Yan Zhixu would not spare her.

After these days of getting along with her, she clearly realized that the other party was no longer the sloppy beauty she used to control.

"Ash."

Yan Huaibi stopped in front of her, remembering what her old father had warned, she took her hand and rubbed the pulp of her fingers.

"Big brother." Yan Zhixu didn't take out his hand and let him rub his fingers.

"Um."

Feeling the thin calluses on her fingertips, Yan Huaibi looked at Nan Yuanqi, who was still sitting on the stool, "Ah Xu's hands have calluses."

Being stared at by his nephew, Nan Yuanqi sneered and stood up, "Don't wrong people at will, this cocoon didn't start because of cooking in the program group."

How many days did the little fox cook? How could a cocoon appear so quickly? This cocoon must have existed before!

The rest who heard this: ? ? ?

This is outrageous, they all feel wronged for the director, but to be honest, Zhi Xu's cooking skills are really good.

Yan Huaibi pulled out her hand, "What matters is not what I think, but what my dad thinks."

His father now believes that Ash, this little fool, suffered in the show team.

No, maybe there was jealousy in his heart, causing his dad to have this idea.

After all, Daddy didn't eat the food that Ash made, but everyone in the program group tasted it.

Nan Yuanqi: "..."

Raising his hand to cover his eyes, brother-in-law won't tell the old man that he abused Ash, right?

Yan Zhixu's eyes flashed wildness, his tongue pressed against his teeth socket, and he said casually, "The cocoon was there before."

It must have been my father's order to do this.

She walked to the table where the dishes were placed, "I haven't eaten yet, just stay and eat together. I'll be in charge tonight."

Yan Huaibi recalled the dishes she cooked in the live broadcast, and raised her eyebrows slightly and replied, "I haven't eaten yet."

He was the second one in the family to eat the dishes made by his sister.

Nan Yuanqi: Does brother-in-law know you do this? Wouldn't that daughter be more jealous when she heard this?

Rong Cheng, who was sitting at the table eating lychees, didn't need the director to speak, but winked and took the initiative, "I'll wash the vegetables."

The rest remembered being scolded by the director for eating plain rice, and got up one after another.

Lin Luan washed his hands, "Then let me cut the vegetables. I usually cook my own dishes. The taste is incomparable to yours, but the knife skills can still be seen."

After he finished washing his hands, he picked up a potato and peeled it off neatly. After cleaning it, he put it on the cutting board and lifted the kitchen knife to cut it.

The shredded potatoes are evenly sized, and the sound of cutting vegetables is rhythmic.

Yan Zhixu seriously commented, "Senior Lin's sword skills are really good."

A little real.

At a glance, it can be seen that what he said about cooking often is true, not in the setting of a good man at home.

Seeing everyone performing their duties, Yu Furong stood at a loss, her voice erratic, "...I...I'll cook?"

Gu Jiu's mouth twitched.

He and Yu Furong were in the same group because they knew how bad her cooking skills were. Can the cooked rice be eaten?

"Why don't you go to the house and call Mo Shuan to come out, and leave the cooking to others."

Yu Furong didn't hesitate, but nodded decisively, "Alright, then I'll trouble you."

I'm really not good at this, and if I mess up, I'll definitely be scolded by the director.