I swept the entertainment circle with the medicine pot

At night, Xuan Mingcheng's home.

Xuan Mingcheng sank his face, sat on the sofa with his arms folded and sulked, his eyes slanted, staring viciously at the two figures, one tall and one short, in the kitchen.

Qin Zi and He Lang sat aside, drinking tea in embarrassment, looking at Xuan Mingcheng whose face was about to cramp, feeling helpless.

While others are drinking tea, Xuan Mingcheng is drinking vinegar.

Aunt Xiang has already prepared all the other meals, and kept them warm in a multi-layered steamer, waiting for the Yao Wangyou soup to be served.It's a little late now, and everyone is a little hungry, but this is not the reason for Xuan Mingcheng to be angry.

What really made Xuan Mingcheng black-faced was that just after Luo Ziyu came to his house, he followed Yao Wangyou into the kitchen, asking questions here and there, not understanding this or that.

And the stinky medicine jar really patiently told him that although mutton is nourishing, it is easy to get angry if you eat too much.Put angelica, ginseng and so on to remove the smell, and hung the book bag for a long time there.And Luo Ziyu was listening by the side, he was so cute, it was completely different from the unruly attitude towards himself!

He didn't care about Luo Ziyu's attitude, what he was worried about was the medicine jar... No!

He Xuan Mingcheng was worried about his unparalleled status!

"Dinner is ready." Luo Ziyu came out with two dishes, He Lang was shocked when he saw it, and rushed to help him.Good guy, since when did this young master do such a job? Yao Wangyou really dares to order people around!

Seeing He Lang rushing towards him, Luo Ziyu turned sideways and glanced at him: "There's still something inside."

This was just given to him by Yao Wangyou and asked him to take it out, how could it be snatched by others.

As for Xuan Mingcheng, in order to carry out his invincible, cold and charming overlord personality, he sat down at the head of the dining table with his arms folded. Qin Zi lowered his head and sighed, and silently went into the kitchen to fetch him bowls and chopsticks .

And after a while, Xuan Mingcheng saw Luo Ziyu holding Yao Wangyou's shoulders, shouting one brother at a time, the bowls in both hands were still the same!

Qin Zi looked at his own president with veins popping up on his forehead, and weakly put the bowl and chopsticks in front of Xuan Mingcheng.The CEO looked down and raised his eyebrows. It's the same style, so it's more or less the same.

Qin Zi looks at the sky, the bowl at home is just one kind, what kind of vinegar is this.

Yao Wangyou was sitting next to Xuanmingcheng—that was where he usually ate, and Luo Ziyu, who hadn't said a word to him, also sat on the other side of Yao Wangyou, pointing to a plate of food and asking: " Brother, what is this?"

Xuan Mingcheng rolled his eyes, thinking that he doesn't even know how to cook, are you a fucking idiot?

But when he saw the plate of black, black, white, white, green or green dishes on the table, he silently looked away.

Is it normal for me to not recognize a specialization in surgery... Cough cough.

Yao Wangyou glanced at it, and said, "Stir-fried yam with fungus, the green one is sweet pepper, you can eat sweet pepper, it's not a spicy food."

"Is it yam?" Luo Ziyu took a piece, looked left and right, and asked again, "Could it be wild rice again?"

"No." Yao Wangyou waved his chopsticks, moved closer, and patiently explained to Luo Ziyu.After working in the kitchen for more than an hour, Yao Wangyou discovered that Luo Ziyu was really just like he thought before, a child at heart.If I like you, I will give you a small face. If I face a stranger, I will show all the thorns in my body, and I will not save any face.

And since I helped him last time, perhaps out of gratitude, Luo Ziyu treated him a lot better.After getting along with Yao Wangyou, I found that this person's temperament is not bad, and it's good to be a friend.

"Although wild rice stems and yams are similar, they are different when you look closely. After frying, the yams are still milky white, while the wild rice stems will turn slightly yellow, and when the wild rice stems are cooked, they are usually cut into strips. Before cutting into slices, it is estimated that It was that person who deliberately harmed you, and the taste of wild wild rice is rather tender, and the yam is a little powdery..."

Xuan Mingcheng's hands holding the chopsticks were shaking, staring at Yao Wangyou and Luo Ziyu who was listening carefully, wishing he could turn Yao Wangyou's head back to face him with his hands.

He squinted his eyes at the attentive Luo Ziyu, and said to himself, you stinky medicine pot, can't you see that kid is looking for something to do with you, why are you talking so eagerly with him!

"Speaking of wild rice..." After Yao Wangyou finished speaking, Qin Zi who was standing aside spoke at the right time to prevent Luo Ziyu from continuing to ask, and making his CEO mad, "I heard that someone added this to Mr. Luo's medicinal diet today." things, and is it intentional?"

Luo Ziyu blinked, lowered his head to eat, and glanced at He Lang at the same time.

He Lang put down his chopsticks and nodded, and recounted the matter again, the content was similar to what Yao Wangyou told Xuan Mingcheng.

"Then Mr. He thinks who is going to kill Mr. Luo?" Qin Zi asked tentatively with a slight smile after listening.

"Unreasonable speculation, isn't it easy to accidentally hurt?" He Lang recalled a calm smile, and Qin Zi looked at each other, the two of them knew each other, and each had a candidate in his mind.

Yao Wangyou looked left and right, inexplicably felt that a fox's tail appeared behind these two people who were usually good to him.

"Obviously there is a motive, the person who picked the cleanest after the accident is actually the most suspicious?" Tan Zi was not in a hurry to poke it, and calmly picked up a piece of fried beef, chewing while saying.

He Lang also scooped up a spoonful of soup, shook the spoon and said: "The alibi proves that the cooking is extremely sufficient, and we have no proof either."

"There is still evidence." Tan Zi smiled and said, "Why don't Mr. He get straight to the point?"

The more Yao Wangyou listened, the more confused he became. He vaguely grasped some clues, but felt that the truth was shrouded in a layer of mist, so he glanced at Xuan Mingcheng and saw his calm face, as if he didn't find it difficult to understand at all. .

Xuan Mingcheng naturally knew about it, and also felt the doubtful gaze cast by Yao Wangyou, so at this time, he was crazily sculpting, putting on an appearance of foresight.

"Brother, don't bother with them, they will solve their problems by themselves. You eat this, it's delicious." When Yao Wangyou was in a daze, Luo Ziyu raised a chopsticks of chicken drumsticks for him, Xuan Mingcheng couldn't bear it Stop it, open your eyes wide and stare at Yao Wangyou—do you dare to take it? !

Yao Wangyou blinked and looked at him: Why did you suddenly attack me?

On the other end, He Lang put down his spoon, and pulled out a transparent document bag from the briefcase behind him. There was a stack of papers in it, and the content on it was very formal.He pushed the document in front of Qin Zi, and said, "This is the fingerprint found in Tzuyu's small kitchen, and the corresponding fingerprint owner."

Qin Zi glanced at it and handed it to Xuan Mingcheng.

Xuan Mingcheng reached out to take the document, looked at He Lang indifferently and said, "Mr. He is so efficient."

As he said that, he glanced at Yao Wangyou, and said in his heart that he didn't know if the medicine jar could understand his subtext.

What is the subtext of the president?Of course it's not a good word: the medicine jar, which Luo Ziyu can only eat but can't do anything, has nothing to do. He Lang needs to help him do it. Compared with him, this president can't be more perfect!

Did Yao Wangyou understand?

of course not!

He was looking at the document in Xuan Mingcheng's hand?What's that dark shadow-like thing called... a fingerprint?

Xuan Mingcheng looked at Yao Wangyou's head, and his mood, which hadn't improved all night, suddenly became brighter. He sniffled, and the medicine jar still smelled of medicinal materials, which smelled very good...

Xuan Mingcheng looked down, and saw that the detected fingerprints were arranged in a row from top to bottom, and there was information about the fingerprint owner beside them.

The first two were chefs, who followed Luo Ziyu between the crews and cooked for him, and the fingerprints left on the rice cooker by He Lang's assistant when he packed the rice for Luo Ziyu.

When I turned to the second page, there was only one person's name on it.

Xuan Mingcheng was taken aback, and looked at Yao Wangyou in shock.

"How could it be him?"