Qin Huairu, you don't want Jia Dongxu to lose his job, do you?

The spicy chicken is very cooked, Wang Feng's business is hot, and the silly pillar is very fragrant in the kitchen.

The stick terrier stared at the stir-fried chicken in the pot next to him, holding his fingers, his eyes did not blink, and saliva was about to drip out.

"Stick terrier, get out of the way, don't get hot." The silly pillar prepares to start the pot and warns the stick terrier who stands too close to be careful.

When the spicy chicken is poured into the plate, the stick terrier is like a starving ghost reincarnated, and the chopsticks can't be taken away, and he reaches out to grab the chicken.

Those hands are really a little dirty, just took out the gutter oil, and have not washed their hands.

Especially the nails, black and gloomy, make people have no appetite when they look at them.

Although this person is not particular about many aspects of life, he is still very particular about food and career.

At this time, he slapped the hand of the stick terrier lightly and heavily, and said angrily: "What's the hurry, go wash your hands first and eat with chopsticks." "

As soon as the stick terrier's eyes widened, he was about to lose his temper. "One, four, three"

But in an instant, he realized that now the Jia family was in the bureau, but no one covered him, and he suddenly had no confidence in losing his temper in his heart.

Reluctantly, he ran to wash his hands.

Hurry back.

Silly Zhu has already brought the spicy chicken to the table and divided it into two portions.

"Stick terrier, you eat first, I'll take this plate of spicy chicken to Uncle Yi's house first."

"Isn't Wang Feng not at home?" The stick terrier took a piece of chicken and threw it into his mouth, hot and straight, and his voice was slurred.

The stupid pillar's face darkened.

"Uncle Yi Zhonghai, not Wang Feng, how old he is, why is he called Uncle One."

"Then there you go." The stick terrier tasted the deliciousness of spicy chicken, and had no intention of talking anymore, just wanted to eat.

Silly Zhu went out with spicy chicken.

The third aunt just came out after eating.

"Yo, silly pillar you this, hey, you eat spicy too." The third aunt was a little surprised, but after thinking about it, she understood that Silly Zhu was gambling with Wang Feng, not admitting defeat, and specially made spicy chicken at noon.

"Aunt San, I specially bought a big rooster, fried spicy chicken to eat, you see, how big my chicken is, it's not Wang Feng's kind of small chicken can be something else." Silly Zhu was triumphant, and deliberately brought the plate in front of the three aunts.

Although she had only eaten lunch, when she saw the large piece of chicken, Aunt San was still a little hungry, and her eyes flashed with the light she wanted to eat.

Seeing this, Silly Zhu deliberately said: "Third aunt, my spicy chicken is a small stir-fry, maybe it is much more delicious than Wang Feng's fried, do you want to taste it?" "

"Eh, I'll try your craft." The three aunts went down the slope to the donkey and picked a piece of large chicken to taste.

As soon as she entered the entrance, the three aunts stared at each other and noticed the difference.

"How? Is there anything Wang Feng made delicious? Silly Zhu asked with a look of anticipation.

The third aunt chewed the chicken a few times, and felt that the spicy chicken was not as delicious as Wang Feng, whether it was taste or heat, it was a little worse.

But in front of the stupid cylinder, the third aunt did not want to offend him by telling the truth.

"Pillar, the spicy chicken you made tastes okay."

Silly Pillar didn't get the answer he wanted and was a little uncomfortable.

"What is okay, delicious is delicious, not delicious is not delicious, you give a quasi, is it delicious?"

"Delicious." The three aunts did as he wished.

It's not perfunctory, the spicy chicken made by Silly Zhu is indeed more delicious than many people, at least in the entire courtyard, it can rank second.

The first is naturally Wang Feng's spicy chicken.

Hearing the three aunts say that it was delicious, a smile appeared on Silly Zhu's face.

He asked again: "Third aunt, tell me, is the spicy chicken I made delicious, or Wang Feng's spicy chicken delicious?" "

"This... Not very well rated. The third aunt hesitated and was a little embarrassed, the taste of the silly pillar must be worse.

But when Silly Zhu saw her like this, he was full of confidence that he would be wrong.

"Third aunt, don't say it if you can't say it, the spicy chicken made by Wang Feng is definitely not as delicious as my little stir-fry, you help him do things, I don't embarrass you to tell the truth."

The third aunt was stunned and looked at the silly pillar in confusion. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

Why do you have the courage to think that it is better than Wang Feng's spicy chicken?

Originally, the third aunt didn't want to offend the stupid pillar by telling the truth, but he pressed step by step, and had to discuss with Wang Feng in front of her, and thought that he was better than Wang Feng's cooking.

At this moment, the third aunt felt that it was time to tell the truth.

After all, Silly Zhu was right, she helped Wang Feng do things and eat the dishes he made, and she couldn't let Silly Zhu misunderstand and indiscriminately evaluate Wang Feng's cooking skills.

"Silly Zhu, you've said it all, I can only tell you the truth." The third aunt deliberately paused, thinking about how to say it so as not to make the stupid pillar angry.

But Silly Zhu still thought that Aunt San wanted to praise him, and blinked and smiled: "Aunt San, you said it, I know what you want to say, I am not praised, it is easy to be proud when I praise." "

The three aunts asked a black man, and quickly said:

"Silly Zhu, it's better for you to be modest, Wang Feng's cooking skills are above you, and the spicy chicken is better than you... 0"

Silly Zhu's smile froze.

A little incredulous looked at the third aunt: "What did you say?" Say it again. "

"Wang Feng's cooking skills are better than yours, and if you say it ten thousand times, it's the same." The third aunt deliberately emphasized the tone.

Silly Zhu's face instantly became gloomy.

Cooking is his proudest skill, whether it is a courtyard or a rolling mill, he can rely on cooking skills to thrive.

Suddenly, the field he is best at is defeated by the enemy, and the stupid pillar can't believe it, and he doesn't want to believe it.

"Third aunt, you must be lying to me, you are not well!"

"How long has Wang Feng been stir-frying, my ancestral craft, from elementary school to adulthood, on what point can he surpass me?"

"You and Wang Feng are in the same group, and you want to break my confidence."

The three aunts listened to the black lines in their heads, just to distinguish the taste, why are they still involved in conspiracy theories?

She was a little tired and didn't want to talk to Silly Zhu more.

"Believe it or not, I think Wang Feng's cooking is more delicious."

"I still have business, I won't break with you."

After speaking, he left directly, leaving the stupid pillar alone to sulk.

"This third aunt, my conscience is really bad, dare to deliberately say that the dishes I make are not as delicious as Wang Feng, do you think I will believe it? Hum! "

"In the past, I still thought that the Yan family was just slamming the door, but I didn't expect that my mind was quite vicious, and I have to be careful in the future, the Yan family now has a heart with Wang Feng, and I have to guard against it."

Silly Zhu muttered 4.9 alone for a while before going to Yi Zhonghai's house.

Aunt Yi had already finished eating, and she was still happy to see the silly pillar bring the dishes.

Silly Zhu also wanted to go back to eat, and he chatted casually, and he didn't stay long.

But in just this moment, the stick terrier has already eaten a plate of spicy chicken, and the rest is all green peppers.

The silly pillar was speechless.

"Stick terrier, are you a wolf? I've only been out for so long that you haven't even left me a chicken bone. "

"Isn't there one on the table?" The stick terrier burped and pointed to the chicken bones that had not been meated.

Silly Zhu wanted to scold him very much, and said in a depressed mood: "I mean chicken bones that you haven't eaten." "

"If you didn't say earlier, there are a few bones on the plate without any meat, you say, I'll keep it for you." The stick terrier said with a grin.

Silly Pillar: "..............".