Everyone was playing and joking in the fragrance, chasing and running away, like naughty children playing together.

Duanmu Yan held a large spoon in his hand, looking at him with a smile on his lips.

Zhuo Landa wrapped in a cloak, wearing a half-mask, and leaning on a cane, walked step by step to Duanmu Yan, sniffed the fragrance of the flesh, and said, "How can you smile with a loving look?" She grabbed a chicken leg and sent it to her mouth to chew it.

Duanmu Yan's smile was stiff on his face, and he looked at Zhuo Landa and said, "The wind is a bit strong today. It is best for the emperor to wear some heavy masks to avoid being blown away by the wind."

Zhuo Landa said: "The scholar looked at him with admiration for three days after he left, and the Sixth Prince even became sharp-tongued."

Duanmu Yan was about to speak back, but when he saw Tang Jiaren running over panting, he immediately changed into a smile and asked, "But are you hungry?"

Tang Jiaren shook her head, but still stretched out her hand, pulled off a chicken leg, and asked, "What are you talking about?" She glanced at Zhuo Landa.

Zhuo Landa pondered for a moment and replied, "I praise the Sixth Prince's Craftsmanship Group."

Tang Jiaren looked at Duanmu Yan.

Duanmu Yan replied: "I praise the emperor's robe with half a mask, which is really unique."

Tang Jiaren smiled and said, "You two will continue to praise each other." She turned around and wanted to run away again, but because her knees were stiff, she fell straight forward.

Zhuo Landa hurriedly reached out and wanted to hug Tang Jiaren, but she was taken to the ground.

For a moment, some people called the emperor and some called the beauty, and it was a mess.

Tang Jiaren raised her hand and shouted, "I'm fine, I don't have to come."

Duanmu Yan withdrew his hand and silently retreated back to the back of the stove.

Tang Jiaren lay on the ground, looked at Zhuo Landa, and asked, "It hurts if you don't have a meat cushion, right?"

Zhuo Landa didn't say anything, got up from the ground and reached out to Tang Jiaren.

Tang Jiaren jokingly said, "You have been taken down by me, and you still want to pull me up? Aren't you afraid of falling again? Your bones are not falling."

Zhuolanda said: "One can't do it, two times. Two times cannot do it, three times."

Tang Jiaren looked at Zhuo Landa in surprise, turned over, and handed him his hand.

Zhuolanda struggled to pull Tang Jiaren, but was pulled down by Tang Jiaren and fell to the ground again.

Zhuo Landa got up again and reached out to Tang Jiaren.

Tang Jiaren asked: "You still want to pull me up? You are very stubborn."

Zhuo Landa said: "It's not stubbornness, but persistence. If you can't do anything well, how can you govern the world?"

Tang Jiaren gave it to Zhuo Landa.

Zhuo Landa pulled Tang Jiaren hard. Because he was wearing half a mask, he couldn't tell how hard he was. In fact, Tang Jiaren could feel his arms trembling. Tang Jiaren was afraid that he would pull his arms off after exerting force.

Tang Jiaren stood up, let go of Zhuo Randa's hand, stared at his eyes, leaned forward, and whispered, "Is Diao Diao okay?"

A strange look flashed through Zhuolanda's eyes, but it quickly disappeared, so fast that it was unaware of it. He replied, "That waste? How do I know if he is good or bad?"

Tang Jiaren stood up and said seriously: "He is not a waste, he has never been a waste. He is just too kind and never hurt others. In this world where the strong prey on the weak, his kindness seems soft and can be bullied. But it is precisely because of his kindness that people can expect it." After saying that, he turned around and left.

Zhuolanda asked loudly: "He knows, I know! He doesn't understand, I know! He can't persist, I can! Why is he expected but I want to be abandoned?!"

Tang Jiaren turned around, looked at Zhuo Landa, and smiled and said, "You are a guest, you have to be the master, and you have to make your master's friend welcome you. What's the reason? If you can still live in Diao Diao's body, you should be grateful, instead of calling him a waste!" She threw down a light look, bit the chicken leg and walked towards Tang Buxiu, asking, "Xuexiu, didn't you say you wanted to show off your skills?"

Tang Buxiu said: "You have to stay in the end to have a sense of mystery. Look at which master-level figure appears at the beginning?"

Tang Jiaren nodded and looked at Zhan Cangqiong.

Zhan Cangqiong shouted: "Huang Ruyi!"

Huang Ruyi immediately responded: "Here!"

Zhan Cangqiong said: "Go and go cook!"

Tang Jiaren saw the two of them driving Duanmu Yan away in a fierce manner, and she was about to do a big fight.

Zhan Cangqiong said: "Cut vegetables!"

Huang Ruyi slashed his hands and the cutting board broke.

Zhan Cangqiong said: "Cut meat!"

Huang Ruyi asked: "What meat is cut? The cutting board is broken."

Zhan Cangqiong glanced at Huang Ruyi coldly and said, "Cut your meat."

Huang Ruyi lowered her head and said nothing.

Zhan Cangqiong said: "Fried meat."

Huang Ruyi grabbed a large piece of meat and threw it into the pot.

Zhan Cangkong said: "After this meat is cooked, you will give it to me in one bite!"

Only then did Huang Ruyi realize that the meat was too big and could choke him to death with one bite. The key was that he couldn't do it with one bite. Huang Ruyi immediately cut the meat toward the meat. He banged twice, and the pot was exposed and the meat fell into the fire.

Huang Ruyi turned her eyes and looked at Zhan Cangqiong.

Zhan Cangqiong grinned at Huang Ruyi.

Huang Ruyi was so scared that she suffocated her breath. She actually reached out and took out the piece of meat from the fire. Because of the heat, she threw it out with a swing of her hand.

Tang Jiaren looked at the fine three-layer meat and slapped Zhan Cangqiong on the head with a slap.

Zhan Cangqiong was so hot that he whined, and then threw off his flesh and kicked Huang Ruyi.

Huang Ruyi ran away and shouted, "Parent Lord, be careful of the wound! Be careful of the wound!"

After smashing Haohao'er's big iron pot, Tang Buxiu laughed and said, "This is the veritable iron pot."

Tang Jiaren smiled so much that her stomach hurt. She covered her stomach and said, "Oh... what should I do? What should I do?"

Fortunately, Duanmu Yan still has second-hand preparations, otherwise this meal would not be enough.

When it was Meng Shuilan's turn, his posture looked good and it looked decent when it was cut and fried, but the taste was not satisfactory.

When it was Tang Buxi's turn, he didn't have so many fancy moves and didn't put on airs. He carefully cut pork belly and made a pot of pork belly for Tang Jiaren that she wanted the most to eat.

As for the remaining dishes, they still have to be handed over to Duanmu Yan.

Duanmuyan looked at the messy pots and pans and had a deep headache.

The sky gradually dyed ink until it turned dark.

Everyone sat around, holding a big sea bowl in their hands, containing rice, steamed buns and various delicacies. Some were black, some were full of color, fragrance and flavor, some were obviously burnt, and some looked really lacking in appetite, but gathered together, which made people greatly increase their appetite. After all, when they laughed to the end, everyone was laughing and hungry, and it was the time for their appetite to bloom.
Chapter completed!