Turning his head stiffly, Di Qianmo, you have said so much in a roundabout way, is this what you want to say...

Beibei was so salty that she couldn't let go of the kettle after the meal. Di Qianmo silently boiled the tea and decided to use the shortest possible time to practice her cooking skills to fatten up his Ari.

So several times when Fenghua Jun came over to play with the chessboard out of boredom, Di Qianmo dismissed Fenghua Jun by saying, "I don't have time."

Regarding the fact that the dignified Lord Qian Mo actually cooks, even someone as calm as Feng Huajun seems not to be so calm, especially after he refused to play chess several times because of cooking.

Beibei saw Lord Fenghua flying towards Qinghe Palace from a distance again, holding a chessboard in his hand. She quickly threw away the water bottle and rushed forward, "Jun Fenghua, come here to play chess with Momo?".

Mr. Fenghua hummed slightly, but did not see the stranger from Diqian, so he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you in the kitchen again?".

Beibei nodded vigorously. Fenghua put the chessboard into his sleeves and walked towards the kitchen. Beibei followed suit. At the door of the kitchen, he saw several plates of fried vegetables placed in front of Di Qianmo. He was holding chopsticks and looking at it.

Taste the taste one by one, it looks good

His brows were furrowed tightly and never relaxed. When he saw Fenghua, he narrowed his eyes and said, "Come here and give me a taste of the saltiness."

He had eaten too much salt in the past few days, his tongue was numb, and his taste buds had become a little abnormal.

Fenghua glanced at it, stretched out his hand to pull Beibela out from behind, and then pushed it out, "Let your wife taste it."

Beibei smiled brightly and reached out for chopsticks, "I'd better try it."

Di Qianmo blocked her and said to Fenghua, "Didn't you say a few days ago that it was rare to see my cooking shocking the world and making ghosts cry? Now you have the honor to try it."

Fenghua: "...".

Holding the chopsticks, Feng Hua looked at the dishes and found it difficult to take them down, but he still picked up a piece of bamboo shoots and put it in his mouth. Beibei saw his expression before eating and chuckled, "Feng Hua Jun, what are you doing?

what expression?".

Feng Hua said lightly, "The expression of a strong man going to his death."

Di Qianmo: "...".

Babe squirts.

Both of them stared at Fenghua, seeing his usually paralyzed face frowning and closing his eyes. Di Qianmo said displeasedly, "Is it really that unpalatable?".

Fenghua grinned and said disgustedly, "This strong man is dead."

Di Qianmo: "...".

Bebete was so amused that she burst into laughter, and Di Qianmo's face suddenly turned dark and completely unable to be seen.

Lord Fenghua disliked his lack of talent in cooking, so in order to have a good match with him as soon as possible, God captured the famous God of Cookery and threw him into the Qinghe Palace to teach Emperor Qianmo how to cook.

When the God of Cookery saw Di Qianmo, his whole body swayed, and then he knelt down in front of him and said, "Emperor!".

Di Qianmo held the yam in one hand and the kitchen knife in the other. He looked at him lightly and said flatly, "Come in."

The God of Cookery wiped his sweat and got up and followed him in.

From a distance, Beibei heard Di Qianmo's cold voice asking the God of Cookery, "Do you think this yam looks better cut like this or this way?".

God of Cookery, "...".

Beibei: "...", shouldn't he ask how much salt should be added to make it look better!!!
Chapter completed!