I was caught fishing at work, and I dragged the female CEO into the water with my backhand.

There was too much movement.

Everyone outside the kitchen immediately turned their heads to look, and couldn't help but be shocked.

Qin Xun was seen picking up a big shovel and slamming it into the big iron pot.

The shovel flew up and down, accompanied by a sizzling sound of oil exploding, and the meat in the pot also started to tumble.

The momentum was like digging someone else's ancestral grave!

Everyone was stunned.

Huang Huai was a little worried about the quality of the secret side dish Qin Xun said he would give him.

"Mr. Qin, are you cooking?"

"He must have been a great general during the Three Kingdoms period!"

Qiao Lelele looked over there without blinking, and when she saw Qin Xun cooking like he was stabbing someone, he gently clenched his fists.

"I'm a good boy. The extras weren't so fierce in group fights back then, were they?"

"He wants to participate in that big battle, and a shovel is not allowed to cut from south to north?"

Song Ying admired.

"Brother Qin Xun is in really good shape. Can he swing such a big shovel with one hand?"

"The waist strength is really good!"

When An Ke and Mi Xi'er saw this violent scene, they didn't know what to say for a moment.

It’s very fierce, but this is cooking!

Isn't this the momentum of criminals who want to kill everyone?

Xia Ning was a little embarrassed.

"Well... Qin Xun is like this. Although his posture is rude, his skills are indeed pretty good."

The voice just fell.

In the kitchen, Qin Xun played with a shovel a few times.

As if he wasn't satisfied yet, or felt that he couldn't perform it well, he bent his legs and jumped onto the stove.

Spread your legs and cross the big iron pot, just like walking on the iron pot.

He lowered his head and stirred the pot vigorously with a shovel in both hands.

There was a constant clanging sound of shovels and iron pots.

Xia Ning: "???"

The other people looked at each other in silence, not daring to speak.

Stepping on the big iron pot?

This……

If you give him a chair to sit on, it will really feel like sitting on the toilet.

Xia Ning quickly walked to the kitchen door, closed the door, turned around and looked at everyone, with an awkward smile on his face, and said.

“Out of sight, unclean.”

Huang Huai echoed.

"It's not clean, it's not sick after eating."

Song Ying immediately smoothed things over and said immediately.

"Brother Qin Xun just looks like he's pooping, but he's not really pooping, and he's not unclean."

The voice just fell.

Everyone's smiles disappeared and they all turned their heads and looked away.

Look at the sky, the earth, the flowers, the grass.

Some things should be tacitly understood.

Once it is exposed, it will be too embarrassing.

At this moment.

Qin Xun's slightly angry voice was heard from inside the door.

"eat!"

"eat!"

"eat!"

"I don't feel comfortable touching even a fish, so eat shit!"

Upon hearing this.

Xia Ning quickly opened the door and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Qin Xun was still striding on the big iron pot without taking off his pants.

Suddenly I feel...

He was just cooking in this weird posture, so it wasn't a big deal that he couldn't accept.

Just don’t shit.

Xia Ning closed the door again, stretched out her hand and made a gesture of invitation, inviting everyone to enjoy the shade under the big tree in the yard.

Everyone had a tacit understanding and walked quietly to the stone table and sat down.

Although Qiao Lele is here as a kitchen worker, she has always been working as a chef.

Today is the first time I see Qin Xun cooking. I can't help but think of how he made pig food when he was a child.

However, none of the people in their village, including the second fool at the east end of the village, did this to feed pigs.

Even pigs would hate it!

The shock in Qiao Lele's heart could not calm down for a long time.

after awhile.

She looked at Xia Ning and asked.

"Sister Xia Ning, is Master Qin usually like this?"

Xia Ning was startled, feeling even more embarrassed, and said.

"He only does it occasionally."

After saying that, he smiled bitterly and looked for something to make up for Qin.

"Qin Xun is the kind of person who becomes stronger when he encounters the strong, and the devil is as tall as the Taoist."

"And he's a demon."

"He can always solve problems in ways that ordinary people wouldn't think of."

"He has a clear mind, a determined heart, ruthless means, and looks very sophisticated."

She sighed and continued.

"But... usually when there is nothing serious, he will do some childish behavior."

"It's actually quite cute."

"You can just get used to it from now on."

Qiao Lele didn't quite understand, so she smiled and didn't dare to talk nonsense.

Huang Huai smiled and said.

"It is difficult to become a person without tempering, and it is impossible to become an adult without being attacked."

"A person like Mr. Qin should not have to suffer much in this life. It is normal for his personality to be a little out of control."

"A man is a boy until he dies!"

She paused, her eyes smiling like crescent moons.

"I used to hear my dad reciting spells while taking a shower in the bathroom!"

"What kind of blessings from heavenly officials, wealth coming from all directions, Taishang Laojun, bless you!"

Done.

A group of people were amused and laughed out loud.

The awkward atmosphere just now seemed to disappear without a trace in an instant.

Several people were silent for a while.

Ever since Ye Lan declared war, Xia Ning had a strong sense of being a heroine and didn't want to be left alone. She looked at Huang Huai and asked with a smile.

"I heard that you are researching pickles recently?"

Huang Huai nodded.

"Yes, you know that."

"I'm going to have surgery soon."

"I want to develop some delicious pickles for my father before I die and let him set up a stall to make money."

The more she talked, the happier she became, and the smile on her face became stronger and stronger, as if what she said was about to come true.

"Maybe if the business is so good, I can open a shop and marry a wife."

"He's not even 50 yet, maybe he can have another child!"

Song Ying glanced at Huang Huai and didn't dare to speak for fear of saying the wrong thing again.

She couldn't imagine how a person who had jumped over a building and was about to die on the operating table could say these words so calmly.

Xia Ning's expression didn't change at all. He listened with a smile on his face, just like listening to a friend telling a very common thing.

"I know you are a science student and the direction you want to study is artificial intelligence."

"I didn't expect that you could also cook."

Huang Huai smiled even more happily.

"Sister Xia Ning, my dad used to say that if I don't go to college, I won't starve to death even if I become a cook."

"My cooking skills, well... to be honest, I have an eight-point professional level."

Xia Ning thought of yesterday's sour radish and nodded.

"It's really okay."

When Huang Huai heard the words "Okay", he couldn't help but be startled and looked at the kitchen door with some expectation.

Is my sour radish just "okay"?

My dad likes it very much.

Is Qin Xun's cooking really so delicious?

once having seen the best, the rest is not worthwhile looking?

How can Sister Xia Ning’s taste buds be so tricky?

Then the secret side dish he mentioned can really make a lot of money, right?

…………

Almost an hour later.

A strong aroma of meat wafted out from the kitchen and spread to the entire courtyard with the spring breeze.