After the full-level boss lifts the coffin [Quick Transmigration]

Real knowledge comes from practice, Wen Jiu never thought that he would stumble on this sentence.

It stands to reason that as a fast-traveler, he should inherit all the original owner's own skills. Why did Lin Qing suddenly fail?

Seeing the other party standing there in a daze, Xie Xuan reminded: [Lin Qing is cooking for Li Ruixue. 】

Wen Jiu: ...

so what?The opponent's remaining obsession sealed this skill?

After learning everything, isn’t it delicious just for a meal?

【What should we do now? 】Recalling the Haikou I boasted to my manager before, Wen Jiu smelled the smell of a car overturned for a long time, 【There are cameras all around, buy me a skill pack quickly. 】

Xie Xuan: [Courtesy of [-] points. 】

Wen Jiu: [... profiteer. 】

Once learned, skills and props exist forever, so the Quick Travel Game has been selling them very expensive. With Wen Jiu's net worth, [-] points are actually nothing, but when he thinks that the system store will give Xie Xuan a share, he will Suddenly feel bad.

Pretending to wash the ingredients to delay time, Wen Jiu held a handful of vegetables in his hand, and suddenly remembered something: [Wait a minute, monk, don’t you know how to cook? 】

Xie Xuan: [Only Su Zhai. 】

[Whatever it is, as long as it tastes good,] Wen Jiuxi raised his brows when he prostituted a high-quality labor force for nothing, [I ate the food under the pagoda before, just take it out to that level. 】

He was so good that he got a bargain, he kept on saying: [Next time there is something like this, think of a way in advance, don't always push me to be a prodigal...]

Before finishing the word "zi", Wen Jiu froze suddenly.

It was very clear that someone surrounded him from behind, and a pair of warm and dry big hands covered him, pulling him and saving a few leaves that were wrinkled.

If it wasn't for the hard work of the cameras around, he would have turned around every second to give someone a dunk.

You don't need to look at the face to know what the other person's expression is, Xie Xuan is very calm: 【Are you scared?Or, are you willing to temporarily hand over control of your body to me? 】

Wen Jiu, who claims to be the host: [Don't even think about it. 】

Just kidding, give up your body?There is no reason for anyone to let the system step on their heads.

Accept it if you can't resist, figured it out, Wen Jiu immediately let go of his grip, and handed over all the work to Xie Xuan: 【I want to eat the whole table. 】

Four or four to the end, sixteen dishes, you won't be exhausted.

[If there are enough materials, yes,] the figure is a little taller than Wen Jiu, Xie Xuan responded, breathing over the top of the young man's hair, [Anyway, it is cut with your hands. 】

As if feeling inconvenient to move, he said seriously: [Tilt your head a little. 】

Somewhat distracted, Wen Jiu subconsciously listened to the other party's instructions.

Immediately afterwards, he felt something hard against the back of his head, with a slight depression.

It was Xie Xuan's neck.

In the scenes that the camera couldn't capture, they inadvertently achieved an intimacy that the original owner and Li Rui didn't have.

If it were someone else, they would probably feel uncomfortable because of this action that could be called crossing the line, but Wen Jiu didn't.

Because in his heart, Xie Xuan was a Buddha statue in the golden temple, without sorrow or joy, cold and without worldly desires at all.

With this in mind, he thought he was leaning against a dead object, not only did not hide, but he adjusted his posture and rubbed: [Come on. 】

Xie Xuan is proficient in knife skills and quick in movement. Even if it is a modern kitchen utensil that is full of strangeness, Xie Xuan is handy in using it. All the prepared ingredients are put into the pot in an orderly manner. Just looking at it makes people feel extremely harmonious.

When the first braised spring bamboo shoots came out of the pot, Liang Jun, who went to the vegetable garden next door to pick peppers, also entered the house. He is the resident MC of "Let's Have Dinner". He is 45 years old this year. He is humorous and an evergreen tree in the hosting industry .

"Hey, what smells so good!" Sniffing, he walked into the kitchen following the smell, found a pair of chopsticks, and took a quick bite, "Sizzling, fresh enough, authentic, it smells like a restaurant It's exactly the same!"

"Brother Liang is back?" The chef put on a full posture, Wen Jiu followed Xie Xuan's instructions while cleaning the pot, and said, "Will there be someone cooking later? I just want to empty the wok first."

"Okay, but you have to cover the bamboo shoots with a plate first." After confirming that the other party was not a fake trick created by a blind person, Liang Jun smiled even more, and turned his head to look at the covered saucepan in the corner. Face asked curiously, "What's cooked in here?"

Knowing that the other party was deliberately adding effective shots for himself, Wen Jiu replied honestly: "Tremella, lotus seeds, and some green beans."

"Lotus seed porridge, this one is good, it happens to go out of heat in summer," Liang Jun held up the scene very face-saving, and Liang Jun picked up the vegetable basket on the ground, "Do you like fried pork with chili? Brother, let me show you."

"Okay." Worried that the other party would bump into the invisible but solid Xie Xuan, Wen Jiu nodded, and then shrank into the corner with the man who would only help when chopping and cooking vegetables.

There are a total of three flying guests and two resident MCs in this program. Although they are not many, when they are all crowded in a small kitchen, they still need to poke secretly to grab the scene.

Wen Jiu didn't deliberately fight.

A person with outstanding looks and temperament can be a sight wherever he stands.

However, he didn't expect that after ten minutes, apart from Mr. Liang who couldn't get away from the pot, several other guests surrounded him in the center.

"Wow, Brother Lin, what is this? Cabbage can be used as dough?" The last "bun" in Jianwenjiu's hands took shape, and the youngest member of the boy group squatting on the ground immediately made a sound, like a big dog that has to move and stick to people.

Having never seen a pig run but had eaten pork, Wen Jiu replied calmly: "Jade Hundred Fortune Packet."

Take tofu, shrimp, shiitake mushrooms, and winter bamboo shoots that have been soaked in water, chop them into cubes, add some salt and sesame oil to make the filling, then use blanched cabbage as the skin and leeks as ropes, and tie them into delicate and lovely buns. Steamed in a wok for six to seven minutes, it is the most auspicious dish he eats during festivals in that world.

Of course, the version made by Xie Xuan is to replace the shrimp with radish.

"It's so beautiful, it's to the extent that I can go out and open a restaurant," the other girl said, "I feel like I'm not willing to eat."

Never having the habit of grabbing merit, Wen Jiu smiled, and secretly elbowed Xie Xuan: [Hey, did you hear that people are praising you. 】

【Don't move, unless you want to hurt your hands. ] Unresponsive to the compliments from others, Xie Xuan took down the sharpest and slender knife: 【Apple, I want five. 】

With the help of the other party to cook a few dishes, Wen Jiu thought that he was used to Xie Xuan's touch. Who would have imagined that when the other party covered the back of his fingers and led him to carve apples, Wen Jiu would have A little awkward.

Sculpting the shape requires effort, which is completely different from the previous guided movements. He can clearly feel every inconspicuous callus in Xie Xuan's palm and fingertips.

Rough and sharp to the touch.

Inexplicably regretting the matter of whoring labor for nothing, Wen Jiu struggled a few times calmly, and was about to tell the other party to return to the Sea of ​​Consciousness quickly, when the man held down his fingertips:

[Be careful, it's about to break. 】

Remove the excess corners, hollow out the inner core with the core, and a lifelike lotus blooms quietly in the light overflow of juice, staring at the eyes of all the guests around.

The boy group youngest's reaction was the most exaggerated: "Is this an apple? Is this an apple! I'm clearly watching art!"

After carving several other apples at the fastest speed, Xie Xuan used Wen Jiu's hand to fill out the white fungus and lotus seeds that had been boiled for a long time, pour them into a flower cup, pour them with wolfberry rose dew, and put them on the second floor of the steamer.

The figure dissipated, and the man's voice blew past Wen Jiu's ears like a breeze: [Honey-stuffed white fungus and lotus seed cup, 10 minutes, for you. 】

Many people know that Wen Jiu likes to eat sweets.

Especially because he had been arguing with Xie Xuan under the pagoda for a long time.

Suppressing the strange abnormality in his heart, he snorted and said: 【Borrowing flowers to offer Buddha. 】

Who is called the material is produced by the program group.

"Let's eat, let's eat, let's eat, I can't wait!" Full of energy, he yelled out the slogan of the show, and the men's team looked anxiously, "Brother Lin, how long do we have to wait?"

Remembering the man's last instruction, Wen Jiu hooked his lips: "10 minutes."

After an ordinary meal, Xie Xuan's last two hundred treasures and lotus seed cups made him stand out. Noticing the special ingredients used by Wen Jiu, Liang Jun, who is also the chef, thoughtfully removed the braised short ribs: "Does Xiao Lin not eat meat, or is he busy losing weight recently?"

"...It's not that I don't want to eat." Knowing that this is a good opportunity to beat the scumbag, Wen Jiu suppressed his desire for meat with difficulty, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he understated: "I have been sick for a while, and I can't swallow any meat, so I will learn to eat meat." Some vegetarian dishes."

Not wanting to make the atmosphere embarrassing or to be miserable on the show, the black-haired young man didn't give everyone a chance to comfort himself. He picked up a piece of chili fried meat and put it in his mouth generously: "Skin trauma, it's better now, if you don't eat it, I'll be fine." It's almost finished."

"Eat, eat, let me taste Brother Liang's cooking," EQ Online, the female guest was the first to respond, "And my steamed eggs, one bowl for each person!"

They only met each other once when they were recording variety shows. Wen Jiu didn't want to talk about it, and others would not ask more questions, but the netizens watching variety shows in front of the screen were different. The more they covered up, the more they wanted to find out the truth.

That's why, as soon as "We're Serving Dinner" aired two weeks later, #林青素菜#, a slightly weird entry, quickly became a hot search.

[Swallow. 】

[This is the first time I'm so greedy for vegetarian dishes. 】

[Woooooo so hungry, Qingqing, how many surprises do you have that I don't know? 】

[Wait a minute, no one cares about what LQ said?Trauma, so serious that you can't eat, why have you never heard of it from a certain ex-boyfriend? 】

[It's an exaggeration, even a star wants to sell badly these days. 】

[Whether it is sold or not is another matter, referring to the Lugua group, Lin Qing does seem to have many old injuries on his arm. 】

When the strength of alcohol is high, people will lose control of their own strength. No matter how much Li Rui pays attention, it is impossible not to leave marks on the original owner.

In the past, these small scars were covered by sleeve cosmetics, but now they saw the sky, and even the filters of the program group couldn't completely cover them up.

In my impression, Lin Qing has never had a public accident, so full of curiosity, netizens turned into Leeuwenhoek one after another:

[One place and two places extend upwards, there must be something else inside the short sleeve. 】

[Some relatively concentrated... Broken glass slag? 】

[Looking at the ankle and the back of the calf, it looks like a drag injury, and there are new and old ones. 】

[…Think about it carefully. 】

[Careful thinking and fear +1]

[Stop pretending, I'm showing my cards, @火星娱乐, Qingzhu needs an explanation. 】

A convincing explanation.

The author has something to say:

Wen Jiu: I have to wear short sleeves in summer, I didn't mean to.

Comparing hearts every day, Chirp.