Good luck: The fresh meat husband is so fierce

After everyone washed up and sat around the table waiting for dinner, Lin Qiuran moved out with this "mysterious breakfast" bit by bit.

Under everyone's gaze, Lin Qiuran opened the pot.

A mist mixed with fragrance drifted past, and under it was a large portion of handmade noodles mixed with sauce.

"Dangdangdangdang..."

Lin Qiuran solemnly introduced his early morning results to the team members.

"This is my exclusive secret spicy mixed sauce noodles. It's delicious and healthy. Try it soon."

In stark contrast to Lin Qiuran's excited tone, everyone had a dull expression that had just woken up and hadn't reacted yet.

Even Xiaopang raised his head in embarrassment.

"Sister Ran Ran, you were so secretive early in the morning, just because of this mixed sauce noodles?"

Although Xiaopang hasn't eaten this kind of noodles that look like a lot of sauce for a long time, after all, this is not a rare item.

"That's right, this is a mixed sauce noodle with noodles. I got up this morning when you were still dreaming and started to adjust the sauce...don't talk if you haven't eaten it yet."

Regardless of Xiaopang's questioning, Lin Qiuran picked up the bowls in front of the team members and filled them up for them.

Not to mention, it still smells fresh.

It's just the appearance... It's really not flattering.

Xiaopang swallowed, and reached out to pick up Lin Qiuran's Sheng noodles.

Lin Qiuran turned back and jumped, and the bowl in his hand fell in front of Zhao Qichen.

"Those who doubt are not qualified to take the first bite."

Lin Qiuran snorted softly, and stuck out her tongue at Xiaopang.

Fatty is angry.

But watching his manager change his image of being vigorous and resolute in the past, showing mischievous willfulness, there is nothing he can do.

When encountering such a beautiful manager, what else can I do besides pampering her?

The man who took the first bowl of noodles lowered his eyebrows and picked up the noodles with chopsticks in one hand and was about to send them to his mouth.

After Zhao Qichen briefly showed his vulnerability to Lin Qiuran on the balcony yesterday, he cleaned up the mess in his hands and returned to the training room as if nothing had happened.

There was no communication training at all, and it basically became an independent four-platoon delivery team.

No one is willing to take the initiative to speak.

So last night, Zhao Qichen's sleep quality was not very good.

So this morning, he didn't notice Lin Qiuran's behavior different from the past at all.

The other three also had their own thoughts, and now they didn't know what Lin Qiuran was up to. Seeing that Zhao Qichen was the first to receive breakfast, everyone's eyes were secretly turned in his direction.

Picking up the noodles, Zhao Qichen sent them to his mouth mechanically.

He chewed blankly, as if he had no sense of taste.

After one bite, he began to pick up a second bite.

Zhao Qichen's brain, which was not yet fully awake, was awakened by the increasingly clear sense of taste in his mouth.

"hiss……"

Just as Lin Qiuran was secretly watching Zhao Qichen's expression, and sandwiching noodles between the bowls of the remaining three, Zhao Qichen's rapid inhalation sounded in everyone's ears.

"puff……"

The sip of milk that Xiaopang just took into his mouth spurted out without warning.

He pointed at Zhao Qichen's suffocated face, covered his mouth and was speechless.

The horse monkey and the old wolf also turned their heads abruptly and held back their laughter, not daring to make a sound.

Lin Qiuran pretended to be confused, and pretended to be puzzled:

"What are you guys laughing at?"

Zhao Qichen's face was red and blue, and he picked up the milk in his hand and poured it into his mouth.

The remaining three people were all curious about how hot Lin Qiuran's side was, which could make Zhao Qichen, who had always paid attention to expression management in front of everyone, feel so aggrieved.

"I forgot to tell you that the sauce on this side is specially prepared by me with a certain proportion of turkey noodle seasoning packet and oil, salt, sauce and vinegar..."

As soon as the words fell, the sound of inhaling one after another sounded again.

"Why didn't you say it earlier, Sister Ran Ran?"

Xiaopang was already in tears from the heat, and he wouldn't want to try it if it was a turkey noodle seasoning package.

"How many packets of seasoning is a certain ratio? This is so spicy..."

The milk in the monkey's glass had bottomed out, so he got up and went to the kitchen to pour water for himself.

"Isn't Manager Ran Ran always focusing on blandness, is it really okay to be so heavy in the early morning?"

The old wolf licked the toilet paper on the table, wiping his tears and nose.

Seeing that they all looked loveless, Lin Qiuran smiled triumphantly.

"Oh, I also trembled a little more for a while, just to warm your stomachs...to warm your stomachs..."

In a word, it was all due to mistakes.

"I got up this morning before the chickens crowed. Braving the cold wind outside, I brought back a large bag of handmade noodles and bagged turkey noodles from the supermarket. In order to ensure the taste of the noodles, I only used turkey noodles. Seasoning packs, I made so many just to warm you up in this weather..."

Well, don't you just want them to finish eating the noodles?

Under Lin Qiuran's double attack of pretending innocence and selling misery, the four of them ate this pot of "spicy mixed sauce noodles" without a drop of sauce left.

Lin Qiuran was very satisfied while eating whole wheat bread and drinking skim milk.

……

When they walked into the training room, the sighs from the mouths of the four people still couldn't stop.

Fatty slumped on the gaming chair, as if he had already foreseen the "beautiful" end of his "chrysanthemum".

Zhao Qichen had long since neglected his tall image, and his expression lost control for a while.

So now there is an extremely weird situation in the training room:
Everyone tacitly turned on the computer to log in to the game, without communicating a word, only the sound of inhaling one after another.

Until Lin Qiuran appeared in front of everyone again.

"Why, are you still breathing here?"

Lin Qiuran's tone was full of a tone called schadenfreude.

Everyone looked at Lin Qiuran with resentful little eyes.

Lin Qiuran laughed, and said unhurriedly:
"Isn't it because you have been too tense recently, thinking of ways to relieve your stress..."

Hearing what Lin Qiuran said, they all recovered their expressions, blinked and lowered their heads without speaking.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Lin Qiuran rolled her eyes:

"You guys take me to play together today, I haven't eaten chicken with you for a long time..."

Lin Qiuran's words made Zhao Qichen's eyes widen.

He was at the innermost position, and he was casting a questioning look at Lin Qiuran silently at this moment.

Lin Qiuran smiled and returned a comforting look.

"Why, judging by your reactions, it seems that you are not very welcome?"

Lin Qiuran raised her eyebrows and asked several people.

"No, Sister Ran Ran, you sit in my seat."

Fatty didn't think too much, and immediately stood up to give way to Lin Qiuran.

Lin Qiuran shook her head, then changed the subject:
"Today, I will take the position of your captain."