Do you have a lot of question marks, Mr.

This is a question of having and not having.

It didn’t exist in the first place, so you have to pretend to have it, and now you have to pretend that you almost don’t have it. It’s a lie to say that you don’t test people.

When Wu Zui saw this plot, he didn't feel embarrassed. Instead, he expected it. He had seen it when he looked through the catalog before, and now it finally came.

On How Men Nearly Miscarried.

Even Du Niang couldn't find the answer.

Staring at the swaying blue horn on the Lingtian, Wu Zui's feet were itchy. According to his previous experience, no matter how hard he stomped on this little thing, it would be fine. It seemed that he had to find some tough tricks. Before that, there was one more important thing.

Back at the villa, Wu Zui took out the golden tripod and found the chopsticks to get the black residue at the bottom of the tripod together. The whole thing was poured out, only the size of a fingernail, and could be shaped into shapes. Eat this thing.

Although the refining of the elixir failed, Song Shi said that it can detoxify, and it is better than nothing. Maybe it will be curative after taking it?

After all, he is also a good man who has watched more than 50 episodes of "The Little Master of China" and has learned how to cook. Wu Zui rolled his eyes and went to the kitchen with confidence.

As dinner time approached, three chefs were preparing the dinner, and there were seven or eight assistants who were responsible for cutting and washing, keeping their feet off the floor.

"Master Wu?" Steward Li saw Wu Zui wandering around the kitchen, with deep fear in his eyes, "Why are you here, are you hungry?"

The chefs who were busy with their work stopped immediately when they heard the word "Master Wu", and looked at Wu Zui with different eyes.

"I, I want to make some soup for grandma." Wu Zui puffed up his chest, "To make up for grandma."

Butler Li stared at Wu Zui for a while, then called a chef wearing a tall hat, "Please give Young Master Wu a hand."

"Also." Butler Li looked deeply at Wu Zui, "Master Wu, please don't eat dinner in the kitchen, bear with it for a while, and eat after serving, is that okay?"

"Yes." Wu Zui smiled.

Is Lao Tzu a person who eats secretly?excessive.

"What kind of soup does Master Wu want to cook for the old lady?" The chef stood beside him respectfully, "I can assist you."

"Healthy Chicken Soup." Wu Zui glanced at the huge kitchen. Sure enough, the kitchens of rich people are extraordinarily large, even comparable to the size of the back kitchen of a restaurant.

For some reason, Wu Zui felt that wherever his eyes went, the chefs either covered the pots or removed the finished dishes.

What about thieves?

"Look, here I have a recipe for medicinal chicken soup. It uses a stupid chicken and adds medicinal materials such as astragalus, rhizoma rhizome, and Atractylodes macrocephala. It is suitable for people with weak constitutions. It can nourish qi, nourish lungs, and regulate immunity. You see How about it?"

"Okay." Wu Zui believes in the power of professionalism. This chef has such a high hat, so he is very powerful at first glance.

"Then I'll prepare the raw materials, and you can do what I say."

According to the chef's instructions, Wu Zui put the stupid chicken that had passed the boiling water into the stew pot, added water that was almost full, and turned on high heat until it boiled.

"Why do you feel that you are all afraid of me?" Wu Zui looked at the chefs who were afraid of avoiding him in bewilderment, a little puzzled, "Did I do something?"

"They don't have a problem with you, they just want to protect the dishes." The chef who was guiding Wu Zui smiled, "You may not know, but we all know your name."

"What did I do?" Wu Zui felt innocent.

"In the past, there were only two cooks in charge of the daily meals of Mr. Mu's family, but since you came, there are not enough people in the back kitchen."

I have inadvertently created more job opportunities.

Isn't this a good thing?

"Also, you may not have noticed that the capacity of the rice cooker used for cooking rice has increased from six liters to ten liters, and now we use two rice cookers to cook rice, one for you and one for the other four."

"It seems...it's grown." Wu Zui recalled for a moment, doubting himself a little, "I really can eat this much?"

The chef smiled and nodded.

"In the past, the leftovers in the villa would be sent to private farms. Now, I heard that the pigs on the farm are all thin."

"To be honest." A chef next to him also came over, "Master Wu, no matter how many more dishes we add, there will be no leftovers in the end. How did you do it?"

"I still remember that I was frying steak one night." Another chef had a touch of sadness in his eyes, "All the spare fresh beef tenderloin has been fried, and you are still not full. It is said that you even robbed Mr. Mu. Reflected on this for a week."

Wu Zui tried hard to recall, it happened two months ago, and he was just playing around with Mu Shangxing.

Well, it seems that I was really not full at the time.

"Master Wu, the fire is already boiling, please put these herbs in order." The chef reminded Wu Zui of his medicinal chicken soup.

Picking up the exquisite plate containing the medicinal materials, Wu Zui put the medicinal materials in one by one under the watchful eyes of the chef. When the water in the stew boiled again, the chef handed over an ultra-fine ladle for frothing foam, and let Wu Zui Beat the foam off the pan.

Wu Zui pretended to be serious about beating the froth, and when the chef wasn't paying attention, he threw the balls made from the dregs of the medicine into it and closed the lid.

"Change the heat to low, cook for an hour, after an hour, add salt and cook for another half an hour, and it's ready to serve." The chef told Wu Zui the rest of the recipe at once, and then went to work on his own task.

An hour later, Wu Zui opened the lid, and hot air gushed out suddenly. Before he could take a closer look, he hurriedly sprinkled some salt and continued to close the lid.

That night, the herbal chicken soup cooked by Wu Zui was placed in the center of the dining table. Although it was still covered, the smell of medicine could be faintly smelled.

"Today, Young Master Wu went to the kitchen specially to make medicinal chicken soup for the old lady." Butler Li stepped forward, and under the admiring gaze of everyone, he opened the lid of the pot, and the heat was overflowing.

"Big baby is so nice." The old lady handed over the bowl happily, "Quick, scoop me a bowl."

"I'll try it too." Yan Yan handed over the bowl as well, with some expectation in her eyes.

"Wait." Mu Bai suddenly pressed Yan Yan, "Since it's drunk for mom, you don't want to drink it."

Mu Bai's expression was a bit strange, Wu Zui felt something was wrong, stood up and looked, and was immediately dumbfounded.

The medicated chicken soup, which should have been yellow or white, turned out to be black from hell at this moment. The stupid white chicken turned into a black chicken, and the chicken fibers were stretched apart, like a lump of meaty dandelion.

"Black-bone chicken soup." The old lady took over the bowl full of chicken soup, took a few sips, and let out a long breath, "Don't look bad, the taste is really delicious, Mu Bai, try it too look."

"Really?" Mu Bai couldn't believe it. He filled half a bowl of soup, and just after taking the first mouthful, his face changed a little strangely.

"Go up." Mu Bai swallowed the chicken soup, "You should also try your wife's cooking, I'm not saying, it's really good."

Mu Shangxing stared at the dark Tang, unmoved.

"Butler Li, try it too, and then tell Shangxing how it is." Mu Bai casually took an empty bowl, scooped up two spoonfuls and handed it to Butler Li.

Butler Li took the soup bowl, paused after taking the first sip, then raised the bowl and finished the rest.

"It's really good." Li Butler looked normal.

Yan Yan got up curiously and scooped up a bowl. After taking a sip, her eyes were unusually stable, "It tastes good."

Wu Zui saw that so many people drank the soup, and the evaluations seemed to be good, and Song Shi said that the dregs of the medicine were only for detoxification, and it seemed that there was no problem for others to drink a few sips.

Seeing Mu Shangxing still silently refusing to drink the soup, Wu Zui got up and picked up his own and Mu Shangxing's bowls, scooped up half a bowl each, and pushed them to Mu Shangxing.

"Go up, let's drink together." Wu Zui also wanted to taste it.

"Do you want to die with me?" Mu Shangxing asked lightly.

"At best, it looks a little ugly. You haven't heard from everyone that it tastes good?" Wu Zui frowned, "Or do you dislike my craftsmanship, so you refuse to drink my soup?"

Looking down helplessly, Mu Shangxing picked up the soup bowl and touched the soup bowl in Wu Zui's hand, his eyes were calm, "Promise me, don't go into the kitchen in the future."

After speaking, Mu Shangxing raised his head from the bowl and drank it down in one gulp.

"Is it that exaggerated?" Wu Zui lowered his head and took a sip to prove it. The moment the chicken soup entered the mouth, a smell mixed with burnt, smelly, and bitter rushed down his throat, as if with a strong force. Lifting the cover of Wu Zui's sky, he punched the brain flower several times, then pressed his nose into the drain, and the rotten fish and shrimp jumped in front of Wu Zui's eyes.

"puff!"

Wu Zui almost rolled his eyes, lying powerlessly on the table, retching.

"Hahahahaha!" The old lady slapped the table and laughed wildly, followed by a "vomit".

"Ah..." Yan Yan's facial features twisted, "Quick, water!"

Mu Bai lowered his head and vomited a few times, then took the water from Butler Li.

"My mouth is not clean."

Mu Shangxing remained expressionless, picked up the bamboo chopsticks without looking sideways, and began to eat.

"Are you okay, Shangxing?" The old lady rinsed her mouth and looked at her grandson in disbelief.

Is this the power of love?

"It's okay." Mu Shangxing continued to pick up the vegetables, with a calm expression, "It's just a temporary loss of taste."

Wu Zui managed to recover from the terrible smell, and looked at the people with a sad and angry expression, "You guys pretended to be so similar, you fooled me!"

Mu Bai gloated, "Daughter-in-law, if you don't try it yourself, how can you know your cooking skills?"

"I just thought, I can't let me taste this shocking taste alone." The old lady continued to drink water to rinse her mouth, "Did you boil the soil from the chicken coop into it?"

"I just want to see how Shangxing will look like after drinking." Yan Yan chewed a piece of gum, "To tell you the truth, I don't want to eat this month. If I succeed in losing weight, thank you, Zuizui."

"Master Wu is still very good." Li Butler smiled, "It is a genius to be able to make this kind of taste under the guidance of the chef."

"Promise me, do it." Mu Shangxing reminded Wu Zui.

That night, Wu Zui woke up from the pain, his stomach growled, and something wanted to bleed out.

Almost barefooted, Wu Zui ran to the bathroom, but Wu Zui found that the bathroom lights were on. Mu Shangxing had already occupied one of the toilets, so Wu Zui used the other toilet and met Mu Shangxing's eyes.

I have to say that the old lady is still very far-sighted.

If there is such a day, two people can take off their pants to go to the toilet together, and then chat face to face.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 2 carps; 1 small match, hometown and umbrella, ╭(°a°`)╮Shuangsheng;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 3 bottles of tiger body shock; 1111 bottle of 11+1, Niniya, lion lotus root (●︿●);

Today's reward: The remaining herbal chicken soup...seems to be just enough for eight little angels to have half a bowl for each person...do you want to try it...