Chapter 269 (1/2)

Zhou Leping doesn't deal with Guotai. This is probably the only time in her life that she has been destined to Guotai.

Before cooking, the cook in the kitchen offered to stay and help her. Zhou Leping said no, and drove everyone out. For fear that Zhu GuanLiang could find out the taste of the overpowering drug, he specially used kujing as the ingredient in the medicated food. The taste of kujing was strong and pungent, which was hard to detect even if he had a dog nose.

But for the first time in her life, cooking was more difficult than fighting. The fire was burning under the pot, and kujing had to be fried in the pot. She threw a handful of kujing down, turned to find a salt pot, and then turned back. The kujing in the pot had turned into a scorched dry dish.

The cook outside the door smelled the paste smell coming from inside, and he could not help but pinch the sweat for their fifth prince.

Paste it, paste taste more pungent, so he can't smell it, but cooking is obviously not good, she had an idea, scooped a ladle of water, just make a soup.

She mixed two spoonfuls of water, sprinkled two spoonfuls of salt, beat two eggs and stirred them. She felt that there was something wrong with them. Just as there was bacon hanging on the rope beside her, she threw a few pieces into the pot. There was still sugar beside the pot. She waved two spoonfuls of sugar and some spicy potatoes until they were cooked into a pot of thick soup, Out of the pot before her own mill into some of the overpowering drug, stir well, then Sheng out of the end.

The cook frowned when he saw that she took a pot of black things out. It should not be called medicated food. It should be called lethal soup. Those who take this soup must die of bleeding and abdominal pain in a moment!

Soup on the table, Zhou Leping a face ”for praise” expression, looking at Zhu GuanLiang, ”how?”

Zhu GuanLiang frowned and thought about how to express himself so as not to hurt her. If he boasted about the beauty, smell and taste, he would be a little unconscionable. After a long deliberation in his heart, he finally said, ”it looks like it's burnt.”

Zhou Leping didn't pay attention for a moment. He wiped the sweat on his forehead. As a result, he rubbed the bottom of the pot on his face and didn't know, ”it's pasted. I didn't grasp the heat for the first time, but you can taste it... It should still be able to taste.”

Zhu GuanLiang stirred and stirred a spoon in his hand. The soup came to his mouth and put it down. He couldn't drink it.

The expression on Zhou Leping's face was gradually replaced by disappointment? If you don't want to have a taste of it, give me some advice on whether it's good or not. I'll correct it next time. I know I'm not good at cooking, but at least give me face, OK

The last sentence ”good or bad”, no matter whether she was intentional or unintentional, was in Zhu GuanLiang's heart, which made his heart and liver tremble.

She squatted in front of him and looked up at him. Her expression was a little pitiful, a little expectant and a little disappointed. These emotions mixed together and turned into a different kind of lovely. Zhu GuanLiang sipped his lips and scooped the soup again. This time, he did not hesitate to put it into his mouth.

At the moment when he drank the soup, Zhou Leping was stabbed by something in a trance on his chest. He felt a little painful and stuffy. It was like pressing a stone, which made her gasp.