Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

After the score was announced, Wei Rong's group was the saddest, gloomy, not because of the score, but because of the 'nickname' given to it by fans.

"Turkey style?" Xiao Ge covered her face, and couldn't bear to look straight at her, complaining, "I thought it was a little fun at most, but I didn't expect it to go directly from Christmas style to turkey style... no love?"

It caused everyone to burst into laughter.

After the trouble, the next step is to announce the benefits.

It is related to the task of this evening - four couples cook a loving dinner respectively.

The winning pair, Song Le, can give priority to choosing what they want from four different groups of ingredients.

To put it bluntly: the winner has priority, not only the priority of will, but also the ability to avoid choosing ingredients that you are not good at.

Song Le looked at the four groups on the sink: the first two groups were relatively normal, and the first group was western food, red wine steak, vegetables and fruits, and salad dressing.The second group is more homely, potatoes, tomatoes, peppers, eggs, meat.

The next two groups were a bit weird, anyway, Song Le would not choose them.

As for the steak, she was afraid that it would not be cooked well, so she would choose the second group. Song Le silently took the second brand, and also took away the hopes of the other three groups.

The gloomy clouds are not fake.

Lu Xi looked at her expectantly, and came to help her. I was hungry and tired after doing the task all day, Song Le looked at his greedy eyes like a puppy, poked him lightly with a smile, and said, "Are you so hungry? "

Lu Xi nodded solemnly: "It's very tiring to carry you today."

Today's first task during the day is to test the physical strength of my boyfriend, the [-]-meter race, um, running with a load, and the load is on their respective couples.

Song Le thought of how effortless he was at that time, and how he could still tilt his head to tease her, so how could he seem tired? !

She immediately pursed her lips, resisting the urge to hit him, and whispered in embarrassment: "I'm so heavy, it's really hard for you."

The embarrassment in the small tone made Lu Xi smile and roll his eyes, and quickly changed his words to coax others.

The sweet interaction made everyone around couldn't help covering their mouths and laughing, except for Xu Xia Tian, ​​who had always had a subtle expression.

But she didn't take the initiative to find trouble, and Song Le didn't bother to talk to her.

Three days and two nights were fleeting, and she was tired during the period, but it also made her and Lu Xi a lot closer.

The first phase was completed smoothly, and Song Le was indescribably satisfied when he returned to the apartment, lying down on the sofa to rest.

A notification sound came from the mobile phone, she raised her hand and lazily picked it up to look at it.

Little bastard: "Miss, I have something to do today, I won't be back until later, will you leave me something to eat~?"

Song Le couldn't help laughing, and replied decisively: "No."

He was probably very busy, and it took several minutes to reply: "You are cold. You are ruthless, woo."

As soon as Song Le saw these words, he couldn't help but see him pretending to be wronged.

Really.How often does she have to remember it so deeply?

Song Le was helpless and funny, and then replied: "There is no food left, what do you want to eat, I will make it for you directly."

Sure enough, what was received was a burst of silly cheers.

Lu Xi...it might be true to say that she likes it, otherwise, why bother to sleep on the floor of her living room every day, even though she is in a villa, she can't sleep well on such a soft mattress.

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At night, when Lu Xi came back, after eating noodles and taking a shower, he sat on the quilt that had become his own before he knew it, and was in a daze.

Song Le put a towel on her wet hair, walked over, and asked curiously, "What are you thinking?"

Hearing this, Lu Xi raised her head and showed a bright smile first, stretched out her hands and said, "Miss sister, do you want to hug me?"

Although he was smiling, Song Le felt that he had an invisible depression, so he couldn't help but didn't refuse, but walked over with his lips pursed, sat down and hugged him.