I Became the Villain’s Own Daughter

Chapter 565 Uncle Jian’s Head

If you really follow the directions on the map, not only will you not be able to reach the mission location, but you will also get lost easily.

The photographer also knows this.

So, following the two little girls, they were preparing to take pictures of their confused little expressions after they got lost.

But what left the photographer speechless was that the two little girls took the map as if they hadn't, and walked around, and saw some novel things, such as seeing red peppers hanging outside a house.

The two of them will run over and take a look curiously, or see the vegetables grown at the door of a certain household, they will also go over and touch them.

In short, it does not follow the map at all.

Forget it, the most amazing thing is that they walked all the way curiously, circling around, even the photographer was a little dizzy, but in the end they were able to walk to the designated place!

This luck, really hell!

The little girl and Qu Qianqian arrived at the designated place, Jian Xiyan was already there.

Apart from them, there were no other children. It seemed that they were the first to come.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Lu Li pulled Qu Qianqian and ran over. Seeing Jian Xiyan staring blankly at a certain place, she asked in confusion, "Brother Xiyan, what are you looking at?"

Jian Xiyan frowned her delicate brows, glanced at her with her clear and delicate eyes, and then pointed her little finger at the fat pig's head on the table.

The photographer's heart sighed.

I remembered that they had seen pigs in the pigpen in room 7 before.

Isn’t it because of a touch of the scene, thinking that the pig was killed?

The photographer is worried about what to do if the three little guys cry.

Xiao Lu Li and Qu Qianqian looked at the pig's head, but unexpectedly did not react much.

Qu Qianqian didn't like the smelly pig.

Moreover, Qu Sinian told her before that pigs are eaten, and Qu Qianqian also thinks that pork is particularly delicious.

When he went out, Qu Sinian even specifically confessed that he wanted Qu Qianqian to bring back some pork.

Qu Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief now seeing the pork she likes to eat.

And Xiao Luli knew that this pig was not in room 7. When they came just now, they passed by room 7.

That pig is still sleeping in the pigpen.

Although a little pity the pig, the little girl turned to think, the pig was dead, and it was useless to cry.

But she was thinking, she must take some pork back later, she must let her father cook it fragrant, so that the pig will not die in vain!

Xiao Luli would not choose pork, but the bigger the pork, the better. She was looking at which piece of pork was bigger. Seeing Jian Xi's proverb, she was looking at the pig's head again. She pressed her small mouth tightly, her expression still very solemn.

She leaned over: "Brother Xiyan, what have you been watching this pighead do?"

Qu Qianqian was also looking at pork. There were too many pieces of pork on the table, and she couldn't pick it. Hearing that, she also said:

"Brother Xiyan, do you want to eat this pig's head? This pig's head is not delicious. I have cooked it before, but it is not delicious. There is not much meat!"

Jian Xiyan shook his head and wrote:

I don't like pork.

Xiao Luli widened her eyes, "Then, Brother Xiyan, why are you looking at it all the time."

Jian Xiyan glanced at the pig's head, pursed his small mouth, with a solemn expression, and raised the writing board:

I feel it a bit like my dad.

Audiences:"……"

Photographer: "..."

In Room 5, Jian Yi, who was watching the live broadcast with his mobile phone: "..."

"No," the little girl glanced, "I don't think this pig's head looks like Uncle Jane at all."

Qu Qianqian also nodded.

Jian Xiyan stared at the pig's head, looked at the pig affectionately, and wrinkled his brows.

It's like saying, isn't it?

Looked again.

He nodded thoughtfully and wrote:

It doesn't seem to be the same now.

My father is much uglier than it.

Audiences:"……"

Photographer: "..."

In Room 5, Jian Yi, who was watching the live broadcast with his mobile phone: "..."

His mother is waiting, come back, I will kill you!

...

Lu Junhan didn't lie down in the yard for long.

The staff came in from the outside carrying large and small bags like visiting relatives during the New Year.

When they came in, without a word, they handed a large bag of seasonings: salt, soy sauce, cooking wine, fuel consumption, and the like to Lu Junhan.

He gave him another bag of rice.

Then, without stopping, went to the next house.

In Room 4, although it is rudimentary, the kitchen has all the necessary tableware and kitchenware. Cooking a meal is not a problem at all.

Lu Junhan sat on the chair with his elbows on his knees, his upper body leaned forward slightly, and Ying's brows were tightly furrowed.

The indifferent and gloomy black eyes stared at the big bag of rice and seasoning on the ground, and fell into a long silence.

He has never cooked.

Not once.

Five seconds later, he calmly took out his mobile phone and began to search for rice tutorials on the Internet.

Yes, wash rice.

He doesn't know this.

When he was studying before, at school, he ate directly in the canteen.

The biggest advantage of the noble school is probably that the cafeteria is made like a five-star restaurant. In short, it is not unpalatable.

Lu Junhan occasionally makes breakfast by himself when he is free.

Usually fried an egg, or fried a steak.

Simple and easy to operate.

In training camps, participating in devil training and learning to survive in the wild, he and his teammates basically caught fish and pheasants, and grilled them on the spot.

Back to Lu's house, there were even more servants waiting.

After careful calculation, he really hadn't touched raw rice once.

Fortunately, it is not difficult.

Just like washing clothes, throw the rice into the pot, rinse it a few times, pour it out, rinse it a few times, and pour it back and forth four or five times.

Ok.

If you don’t look at more than half of the rice that has been washed away, it is indeed almost the same.

Lu Junhan: "..."

Fortunately, the program group gave a lot of rice.

After Lu Junhan looked solemnly, he put the washed rice into the rice cooker, and then plugged in the power supply with his eyes down.

When the cooking switch was pressed, the little girl just returned from the outside after taking the food!

From afar, the little girl’s tender and crisp voice of excitement sounded in the yard:

"Dad, dad, look, they bought a lot of meat!"

When Lu Junhan came out of the kitchen, the little girl ran over happily, pulled the bag open, and showed him the meat she bought.

The man lowered his eyes slightly and glanced lightly into the bag she was carrying.

Lu Junhan: "..."

There is indeed a lot of meat.

A bag full of piles.

But there is only one kind-fish.

There are seven in total.

Not surprisingly, this little idiot should have packed the fish of other guests into his own bag.

Lu Junhan glanced at the photographer's embarrassed expression, closed his eyes, and his voice was as forbearing and calm as possible: "There is nothing else but fish?"

The little girl didn't see her father's expressionless and complicated face. Instead, she was holding the bag of fish happily. Upon hearing this, she raised her **** and clear eyes, broke her little finger, and said with a grin:

"Yes, there are pork, but sister Qianqian, there are seven pork from sister Qianqian, she said her father likes to eat pork the most! Also, there is a brother Xiyan, there are seven vegetables and a pig's head , Was taken away by Xiyan brother."

Lu Junhan twisted his eyebrows slightly: "...pig head?"

"Yeah," the little girl shook her hand. Qu Qianqian and Jian Xiyan were young and not very strong. She brought most of the dishes for the three of them, and so did the pig head:

"Brother Xiyan said that the pig's head is his father, and he wants to take his father's head back to show his father."

The next second, the little girl muttered to herself: "Uncle Jane's head is heavy and heavy, and everyone is almost exhausted..."

Lu Junhan: "..."

Photographer: "..."

The audience in the live broadcast room: "..."

...Well, can't you not say so terrifying!

The pictures are there!

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