When two 1s meet, there must be a 0

Ji Chengxiao grabbed Yan Nanfei's hand and broke it hard, but it didn't work.

"let go."

"Not loose." Yan Nanfei hugged him even tighter, talking nonsense: "I was injured, hugging you can speed up the healing of the wound."

"Otherwise, kissing me will have the same effect."

Ji Chengxiao: "...If you want to be blown to death, just keep hugging."

As soon as the words fell, the oil pan exploded with a "bang", Yan Nanfei was so frightened that his body shook, and he let go instantly.

The two of them retreated to the door of the kitchen together, quietly looking at the stove that was constantly frying oil.

"Give me the lid of the pot." Ji Chengxiao reached out to get the lid of the pot that Yan Nanfei used to block the shield.

"What are you doing?" After realizing that he was going to turn off the fire, Yan Nanfei felt that it was too dangerous, so he didn't give it to him: "It's too dangerous, you stand far away, I can handle it."

No, you can't do it.

"Stop talking nonsense." Ji Chengxiao suddenly became domineering, grabbed the lid of the pot, and returned those words: "Stay away."

Judging from the scene when he entered the door, Ji Chengxiao had judged that the authenticity of Yan Nanfei's words just now was almost zero, and the kitchen would probably have exploded by the time he turned off the fire.

Ji Chengxiao held the pot lid in front of him with one hand, walked towards the stove with his long legs, stretched out his hand and turned off the fire neatly, and the whole set of actions was done in one go.

Seeing him get it done so easily, Yan Nanfei was dumbfounded, gave him a thumbs up, and did not forget to praise him from the bottom of his heart: "General Manager Ji!"

In less than half an hour, the kitchen of Yan Nanfei's house was filled with the smell of "gunpowder smoke" as if a battle had just been fought.

"I can't eat the steak tonight." Yan Nanfei sighed, worrying about what to do, when he suddenly had an idea and remembered that there was still a bag of unopened millet in the cupboard, so he turned his head and asked Ji Chengxiao: "How about Shall I cook porridge for you?"

"No need." Ji Chengxiao was already afraid of Yan Nanfei, the kitchen killer, and pushed him out of the door, saying, "You go to the living room, I'll do it."

"How embarrassing is this, I agreed that I will cook." Yan Nanfei wanted to go in again, but was glared at by Ji Chengxiao, knowing that he was wrong, he turned around and obediently went to the living room to wait for dinner.

More than half an hour later, Yan Nanfei couldn't sit still and secretly peeked in at the kitchen door, and saw that the ingredients all over the floor had been cleaned up, Ji Chengxiao put on an apron, and Facing him, he skillfully stood in front of the stove and cooked vegetables, and the aroma was tangy.

A good family man.

It would be perfect if Ji Chengxiao was 0.

Yan Nanfei didn't want to be hit again, so he went back to the sofa and sat down silently, and began to reflect on why he couldn't cook.

A qualified overlord must not only have the hard power to hold the lifeline of the global economy outside, but also be able to run the living room and the kitchen at home, clean up the housework, and close the stove.

This is a standard domineering president.

However, the above has nothing to do with Yan Nanfei.

Before coming here, Ji Chengxiao never thought that as a guest, he would have to cook for dinner by himself, which is too unbelievable.

Four dishes and one soup were put on the table, and the two overlords, who were already hungry and growling, sat facing each other.

Yan Nanfei picked up a piece of braised pork and put it into his mouth with tears in his eyes.

too delicious!

"You graduated from New Oriental, right?" Yan Nanfei suddenly suspected that Ji Chengxiao was not a finance student, but a talented student who graduated from a well-known culinary school.

Ji Chengxiao was drinking soup, when he heard this, he raised his head to look at Yan Nanfei, and corrected him seriously: "I graduated from the Department of Finance of Peking University, not New Oriental."

Yan Nanfei just teased him casually, but he didn't expect him to be so serious, he was stunned for a while, and finally he couldn't help laughing out loud.

Ji Chengxiao, a top student at Peking University, looked puzzled.

What's so funny about this?