You sell swords, I go crazy, join hands to rectify the entertainment industry

After some simple and confusing mutual introductions, everyone finally understood the identity of this unexpected guest——

The eighth guest of Daolian Airborne, the eldest young master of the Qi family, Qi Yu.

Netizens who had been waiting for a long time were excited, and the barrage fell into madness:

[Qi's art still needs to be practiced, why is the photo not as good-looking as me at all? 】

[Finally met the legendary Uncle Slap, this handsome guy is too foul, it's Neiyu's loss that he didn't make his debut! 】

[Don't be an idiot, I heard that young master Qi came to the show this time mainly because he valued the love market, and came to market the new e-commerce platform driven by their boss. Capitalists are capitalists. 】

【capitalist?Love it even more. 】

And Qi Yu looked around, and finally saw the source of the pungent smell clearly on the chopping board of the kitchen counter——

A very ugly mould-tinged cheese.

He was wearing a well-tailored high-end suit, tall and leggy with outstanding temperament, standing in front of all the celebrities and guests, he looked outstanding.

It's just that the slightly frowned eyebrows at this moment weakened the unattainable atmosphere around him a lot.

Qi Yu covered his nose with his hands, and looked at the moldy cheese on the chopping board:

"What is it that smells so bad?"

His words made everyone present focus their attention on the chopping board, and they could smell the smell more clearly.

In order to make the netizens on the barrage empathize, Jiang Qiyu also thoughtfully used metaphors to describe this taste:

"It's like the smell of a sports student's stinky socks that haven't been washed for ten days, thrown into the footwashing water and stewed for three days and three nights to collect the juice."

As soon as this remark was made, except for the owner of the cheese, Lu Heng, everyone else nodded subconsciously.

This metaphor is vivid and specific, and it makes me feel sick after listening to it.

[Mr. Lance, you understand metaphors. 】

[After listening to this metaphor, I realized that Mr. Long Spear was really euphemistic when he said stinky tofu. 】

[Oh my god, does Yingdi Lu seem to be beaten up? ! 】

[You know what a fart, this is a special kind of cheese from abroad, a bunch of bumpkins. 】

[Don't know how to stop barking dogs, do you know how to respect people? 】

At this time, Lu Heng's face, whose fingers had already been bandaged by Band-Aids, was not too good to be true.

In the eyes of everyone watching, he walked to the chopping board and picked up the knife he sacrificed with blood just now, and put the ugly thing back in place:

"It's a French blue cheese. It looks ugly, but everything is fine..."

As he said that, as if to prove his taste, he raised the knife and cut the cheese in half from the middle, and then confidently showed everyone the cross-section of the blue cheese.

Qi Yu glanced at it, and immediately put his knuckles under his nose again:

"It's even more disgusting to cut open."

"..."

Lu Heng had been smooth sailing all his life, where did he receive such blunt slander, his face immediately turned green, and he was about to explain the origin and development of this blue cheese, when he tried to coat his papa with a layer of chocolate icing.

Jiang Qiyu on the side spoke:

"I know the cheese."

Looking at the mold spots on it, she conveniently dumped the black charcoal fried egg into the trash can, and said a fair word solemnly:

"It is recommended that you try it first before making a conclusion. Just add a little to the vegetable salad, and it will be unpalatable."

Seeing Lu Heng's frustration, Jiang Ling on the side couldn't help but want to help him out and show herself:

"Actually, you have to taste this thing slowly. You may find it unpalatable at first, but you will find out later..."

"Shit smells more expensive than shit."

It can be seen that Young Master Qi is not an insider, and he does not save a single line in his life, and does not give Lu Daying the best actor any face.

[Hahahaha I have no quality, I'll laugh first! 】

[Hahahahahaha I don't have the quality, this slap brother looks like a high-end handsome guy, why does his taste change when he opens his mouth? 】

【Young Master Qi's mouth, this contrast, I love it even more, what's the matter? 】

"..."

And after such a review, Lu Heng's face turned greener.

He endured and endured to maintain his cool personality in front of the live broadcast camera, and looked at the disgusted Qi Yue:

"We are making breakfast, I don't know if Shao Qi is coming, do you want to come together?"

Although the Qi family has always been entrenched in City S, Lu Heng, who grew up in City A, has heard a lot about his deeds from the circle.

He got into fights and fights since he was a child, and was sent abroad by Qi's father before graduating from high school, and only came back two years ago to take over Qi's branch in City A.

Such a young man who stretches out his hands to eat and opens his mouth from his clothes, probably doesn't even know how to use natural gas.

Although it's not clear why he suddenly came here to love Zong, and it's not easy to tear up face to face with him, but he still has some confidence in making such a grumpy and undisguised young master make a fool of himself.

But Qi Yu didn't answer immediately after hearing what he said.

"..."

He just looked around quietly, saw the instant noodles that were about to boil in the pot, found several charred eggs in the trash can, a steak that hadn't defrosted, a piece of dry toast with jam, and a piece of strewn meat. Sour blue cheese...

The handsome eyebrows gradually wrinkled into a shallow "Chuan".

"Living here for a month, are you going to eat these?"

When they met for the first time, Qi Yu swung the word "feed" around his lips and swallowed it back, in order to show what little self-cultivation he had left.

"No way, the program team does not allow others to help."

Fang Xubai, who was still wearing a bear apron, leaned against the wall and shrugged:

"Ordering takeout is not allowed."

"That's not it," Lu Heng slightly hooked his lips, "Qi Shao is proficient in cooking?"

Feeling this man's inexplicable hostility, Qi Yue is not used to him at all:

"It can't be called proficient, at least I don't know how to cut shit in the kitchen."

"..."

Lu Heng wanted to say something, but saw Qi Yu walking towards the refrigerator.

He opened the double-door refrigerator casually, and nodded slightly after seeing the rich ingredients inside.

Then without saying a word of extra nonsense, he raised his hand and took off his stiff suit jacket, and glanced sideways at the person who was holding a small milk pot and preparing to cook instant noodles:

"Chinese food or Western food for breakfast?"

Jiang Qiyu didn't even think about answering truthfully: "Chinese food."

Then, inexplicably, a black coat with a faint fragrance was stuffed into his hands.

"Take it."

The people who were forced to leave the kitchen counter could only stand dumbfounded, looking at the man who was so busy in the kitchen that he flew up, but he was orderly in the chaos.

The sleeves of his white shirt are rolled up to reveal his well-proportioned forearm, and the dark apron is half-tied around his waist. He lowers his head and earnestly cuts vegetables, beats eggs, bottoms, and pancakes in one go...

Fang Xubai manually closed his chin, but still couldn't hide his shocked look:

"He, he is..."

Jiang Qiyu swallowed her saliva as she smelled the smell of rice wafting from the kitchen:

"Escargot... boy?"