Horror Revival: I Can Eat Evolution

"I don't just know Mu Feng!"

Liu Sansheng was excited, his voice was trembling, and his shoulders were trembling. He tightly held Liu Shiyu's smooth, delicate and somewhat cool hand, with an extremely solemn expression on his face, as if he was confessing his last words.

"Shi Yu, after you see Mu Feng tomorrow, you must give this thing to him, and then tell him that someone has something to do with him, and ask him to meet at Longteng Hotel at noon, and I will wait for him there!"

While speaking, Liu Sansheng handed an ordinary wooden box to Liu Shiyu. There was nothing eye-catching about the box, just the contents inside.

After Liu Shiyu saw it, a weird look appeared on his face unconsciously, a little awkward.

She looked at Liu Sansheng in a daze, and asked in a tone full of blame: "Dad, I've been asking for this kind of thing for a long time and you're not willing to give it to me. Why do you want me to give it to him!"

After thinking about it, the sound suddenly amplified several times.

"Dad, you are so kind to Mu Feng, why not, he is your illegitimate son outside, right? Don't scare me!"

"What are you thinking!"

Liu Sansheng was dumbfounded by Liu Shiyu's words.

He lightly patted Liu Shiyu on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Shiyu, how about it, I promise you, as long as you can help me invite Mu Feng to come tomorrow, I will give you what you want, and I will never break my promise!"

"Ha, really?!"

"As soon as a word is spoken, it is difficult for a horse to chase!"

Now that Liu Sansheng has already said so much, what reason does Liu Shiyu have to refuse.

She carefully protected the box in her arms, and after a brief chat with Liu Sansheng, she went upstairs to her room.

Silent all night!
Back to Lin Tian, ​​the next morning, he was awakened by Biaohong's knock on the door. Last night, Qiu Yuhan specially gave Biaohong a day off and asked him to come in and rest together in the villa.

At this moment, Biaohong is full of energy!

Mu Feng's sweet dream was shattered by the noise, feeling a little upset, he ran to open the door in a daze, and found Biaohong standing outside the door with a smirk on his face, holding a cooking shovel in his hand.

Looking at him again, he is still wearing...

apron!

Damn, Mu Feng's first thought when he saw Biaohong was, when did this guy change from a bodyguard to a chef?
Looking at it like this, he seems to be cooking!

"What are you doing?!" Mu Feng asked.

"Hey, brother, I had a good night's sleep last night, and I was really refreshed this morning! No, I showed my special skill and made a hearty breakfast for you and the miss. Go to sleep, get up and eat, don't you and the young lady have to be assessed later? If you go late, it will be too late!"

"Cooking is your specialty!"

Mu Feng was taken aback for a moment, and then asked: "By the way, there are no ingredients in the villa. How did you do it?"

"I don't see anyone, haha!"

Biaohong patted Mu Feng on the shoulder vigorously, and laughed loudly: "This morning, I saw that there were 30 yuan in the bag you left on the sofa, so I took them out to buy vegetables, just right, There is not a penny left, in fact, I am very good at budgeting!"

"Uh uh..."

If it was in the cartoon, then at this moment, a row of black lines would appear on Mu Feng's forehead.

It's so fucking meow!

Use your own money to buy groceries, boy...

"Has Yuhan woke up?"

Mu Feng didn't say much, it was only 30 yuan, which is nothing to him who is worth 1000 million now.

Moreover, if there is no accident today, I can get another 5000 million from the investigation team...

It's the villa rental fee!

By that time, I'd almost become a billionaire. I really didn't expect it to be so easy to make money.

"Miss hasn't woken up yet, you go to the dining room and wait for me first, I'll call the lady right away, so... don't steal it!"

After speaking, Biaohong turned and ran away.

Mu Feng shouted: "Don't go, I'll call her!"

Biaohong slammed on the brakes and drifted in a rotating manner. After rushing more than ten meters, he returned to Mu Feng.

"Ha, that's fine too. It happens that the porridge is still cooking in the pot. I'm worried that it will get mushy, so go quickly!"

Biaohong rushed downstairs at a trot, as if someone was going to set fire to him from behind his ass.

10 minute later.

Sitting in the dining room of the villa, Mu Feng and Qiu Yuhan frowned slightly, with ugly expressions on their faces...

Anyway, it's not a smile!

Instead, Biaohong sat across from them with a hippie smile on his face. The dining table was covered with tableware, plates and bowls.

Really rich!

"Biaohong, when did you learn to cook?"

Qiu Yuhan forced a smile on his face, looked at the breakfast on the table, and didn't move his chopsticks.

"Miss, I have always been able to cook, it's just that you haven't discovered it, and you haven't had a chance to show it before!"

"Ok!"

Qiu Yuhan nodded slightly, then looked at Mu Feng.

Mu Feng didn't speak, but stared at the dining table with his brows tightly furrowed, his eyes widened a bit, as if looking at some rare animal.

In the early morning, Biaohong also fried several dishes.

only……

It's all black, and I don't know what it's fried at all. Are you sure it's for people to eat?
And this soup, Biaohong said it was eight-treasure porridge, but what Mu Feng fished out was all black.

It looks like it's very poisonous!

Holy shit! !
"You should eat it! If you don't eat it, it will be cold!"

Biaohong began to urge.

The scary thing is not how bad his cooking is, but that he doesn't realize how bad his cooking is!

That's what he's good at!

If cooking like this is fine, wouldn't Mu Feng be able to call himself the God of Cooking?

"Oh, let's eat!"

Mu Feng looked unlovable. After all, it was the result of Biaohong's busy work all morning. If he didn't eat it, it would be too embarrassing.

With trembling hands, he gently picked up some black things with chopsticks, and put them into his mouth.

In an instant, an extremely domineering taste filled the entire mouth, and Mu Feng swallowed it without even chewing.

Gudong!

After eating, he didn't know what dish it was, and he wasn't in the mood to ask. Instead, he held his breath, pretended to be very satisfied, and sipped the soup.

It looked like it was delicious.

Qiu Yuhan ate with Mu Feng, although she had the same strange expression on her face, she didn't say anything.

After eating breakfast, Mu Feng felt that half of his life was about to die, and the messy things in his stomach seemed to have some chemical reactions.

So much so that he went to the toilet three times in less than 10 minutes.

Qiu Yuhan was fine.

After Mu Feng came out of the toilet for the third time, she asked worriedly, "Did you eat your stomach?"

"do not know……"

Mu Feng lay on the sofa.

"My stomach hurts! It shouldn't be about breakfast, otherwise, why you and Biaohong are fine, but it's me."