If you can't play bad, you will be suppressed

After Lan Yi sat for a while, it was time for dinner. Ding Yiluo consciously left early to avoid the scene where Lan Yi's loyal dog was holding a meal and showing affection in front of him.

Riding a small electric scooter and walking home, thinking about the menu for tonight, only to see smoke coming from the direction of my bookstore from a distance, and it was still running high.

Just thinking about whose family is so unlucky, I feel that the situation is not right, and I look closely, is it my family or someone else who is emitting thick smoke from the window of the kitchen on the second floor in the distance? !

He didn't care about being leisurely anymore, and hurriedly stepped on the accelerator and rushed over.

Many people were already bustling outside, Ding Yiluo hurriedly squeezed into the room, only to see that the employee was still "not listening to anything outside the window, only reading comic books".

Seeing the thick smoke coming out of the upstairs, Ding Yiluo couldn't care less about other things, grabbed the fire extinguisher and ran upstairs.

When I went upstairs, I found that the smoke was coming from the kitchen. There was still a person standing in the kitchen. Ding Yiluo broke out in a cold sweat, "Hei Yao!"

The tall figure in the kitchen was stunned by the call, then turned around, looking very calm, seeing Ding Yiluo panting heavily while holding the fire extinguisher, he was a little surprised, "You're back... what are you doing?" do what?"

"What am I doing?" Ding Yiluo walked into Hei Yao, seeing the smoke billowing from the pot behind him, it was about to explode, so he quickly picked up the pot lid and put it on, "What are you doing again?!"

"..." Wearing a pink love apron and holding a spatula in his right hand, Hei Yao's handsome face rarely flashed embarrassment, and then said coyly, "I'm cooking..."

"!!! Brother, are you cooking or burning down the house!" Ding Yiluo looked at Hei Yao's rare blush, and couldn't help complaining crazily in his heart, why are you so shy, you almost forty old man? ah!I'm going to kill you, so you're too shy!

Hei Yao stood with his hands down, holding a shovel in his hands, looking frustrated, looking at Ding Yiluo who was furious, "I fried your favorite eggplant, but the pot caught fire..."

"……and then?"

"Then I poured some water..." Hei Yao frowned, as if in disbelief, "I didn't expect the fire to become bigger in an instant, just like the batch of high-risk munitions imported from Germany not long ago..."

"*&...￥%￥#@#...%)(*&..." Ding Yiluo was really speechless now, he couldn't figure it out after all the calculations, he is almost omnipotent man, the life The first failure turned out to be cooking.

This is good, looking at the blackened and uninhabitable house, Ding Yiluo didn't dare to expect Hei Yao to cook.

Because of this accident, Ding Yiluo and Er Er were forced to move back to Hei Yao's big villa.

I don't know if it was Hei Yao's intentional arrangement or it was purely a coincidence. Their room was actually in the most remote corner. The sound insulation effect of the villa is good, and the room is so remote that no one else would be able to hear the suona playing inside.

……

Ever since Ding Yiluo and the others moved in, the new little cook at Hei Yao's family was a little frightened. He was sleeping soundly in the dormitory before dawn, when he was woken up by the sound of knocking on the door, and started to cook. He couldn't help cursing when he opened the door, but he swallowed the cursing that he hadn't said yet after seeing the person coming.

I saw my immediate boss, that is, the biggest boss of the family, standing at the door. I felt uneasy, thinking that it would be possible to accidentally offend the big boss, but I didn't expect that the boss would just say, "For porridge, should we add rice or water first..."

"..." The chef was shocked. He thought he hadn't woken up yet. No matter in the underworld or in the white world, the behind-the-scenes BOSS figure came early in the morning to ask him how to make porridge?Such a plot really can only be encountered in a dream.

Seeing that the chef who was still in shock did not respond to him, Hei Yao murmured, "...Could it be that the meat was added first?"

Finally, under the guidance of the chef who was still in shock, the black boss finally made a decent bowl of porridge with preserved egg and lean meat. He didn't even have time to take off his apron, and went upstairs with the porridge in his hands.

The male deputy master upstairs didn't know what was wrong, and was lying on the bed howling miserably. Seeing that his boss ignored him, he turned his head away as if sullen, and moved into the bed without forgetting the little trick.

And his boss was not annoyed, he smiled contentedly, coaxing him softly, feeding him porridge like a big meow that had eaten enough.In contrast, the man lying on the bed seems to be much more pitiful. The beautiful Danfeng eyes are very swollen, and the thin lips are also swollen and red. The neck is covered tightly under the quilt, but you can still see it occasionally. Traces of bruising.

The little chef couldn't help sighing, as expected, his boss is "a treasured sword that is not old", but he has always heard that the male deputy master is very narrow-minded. I am afraid that because of such a toss last night, not only a bowl of porridge made by himself can pass it away...

Thinking about the life of the boss begging for "meat" after coming here, it seems that it is still very difficult...

(This is what the black boss did when he was young. He did a lot when he was young, but he has to endure it when he is older! Endure it!

Why are you staring at me, I definitely didn't write this kind of side story carefully because you pointed a gun at me back then!Am I that kind of person? !Am I? !Yeah? !? !Hiding behind Ding Ding's back, I'm so hard-nosed to speak~ Smiling proudly~)