Good luck: The fresh meat husband is so fierce

"Tell me, is this woman Lin Qiuran angry with me?"

Zhao Qichen rubbed his chin, and decided to ask these three troubled brothers.

"Of course, you're not talking nonsense woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo nonsense——" Before Xiaopang finished speaking, Ma Hou immediately stepped forward and covered his mouth.

Ma Hou blinked obsequiously, and said to Zhao Qichen with a smile:
"Captain, don't listen to this fat man's nonsense. How could Sister Ran Ran be angry with you? You must have misunderstood. If you don't believe me, why don't you take a look right away. Sister Ran Ran will definitely serve the three of us. Serve a bowl for you too, it will prove that she is absolutely not angry with you."

Zhao Qichen listened to Ma Hou's words with a thoughtful expression.

"You have a point."

After leaving these words, Zhao Qichen turned around coolly.

Only then did Mahou heave a sigh of relief, and let go of his hand covering Xiaopang's mouth.

"You are a hybrid of centaurs and monkeys, why don't you let me finish, sister Ran Ran is obviously angry, okay! Anyone who is not blind can tell!"

"That's right, Mahou, the manager is indeed angry..." The old wolf looked at Mahou in confusion.

"Aren't you kidding me? What if the captain gets angry because of your words and punishes us for playing kda all night? Or the kind that doesn't stop before 7..."

As soon as Ma Hou said this, the two people standing next to him reacted as if they had just woken up from a dream.

"Hey, you're right. It's a good thing you're smarter, otherwise we'd be in trouble." The old wolf immediately smirked.

Xiaopang's originally angry thoughts also calmed down, because he recalled the painful memories before.

KDA, English full name KILL DEATH ASSIST (kill rate, death rate, support rate), is a data reference for most competitive games.

The game of eating chicken does not count as the support rate, so what Mahou and the others said is not particularly accurate. To be precise, it should be referred to as KD.

The calculation of KD is roughly the total number of kills divided by the number of rounds played. For example, KD is 100 for killing 200 people in 2 rounds, KD for killing 150 people is 1.5, and so on.

So what is the concept of KD reaching 7?
In one hundred rounds, 700 people will be killed, averaging 7 people in each round.

This number does not seem to be surprising, isn't it just 7 people, it doesn't hurt or itch.

But what you need to know is that if you kill more than seven people in each round, it is basically a shot.

To shoot is to hit and charge fiercely, not to be obscene or obscene, and to have real damage.

If it's just a hard charge, go up and shoot at the air, that's not called a hard gun, it's called a stunned head.

So basically there is such a saying that above KD7 is either a super powerful professional player, or a fairy casts spells (open cheats).

After two games like this, it will be exhausting.

Fatty didn't dare to think any deeper, he shivered a little, and struggled embarrassingly:
"Then don't cover my mouth, how uncomfortable..."

Mahou put the palm he had just covered Xiaopang under Xiaopang's nose, with disgust on his face:

"You smell this yourself, do you think I want to cover your mouth? You suffer alone, but don't drag us into the water together..."

Finally, Xiaopang made a zipper movement towards his mouth, and finally closed his mouth quietly.

"It's time to eat. Tonight's main course is stewed chicken with mushrooms. Hurry up and go to training."

Lin Qiuran put on thick gloves and came to the table with a steaming small stone pot.

Seeing this, Zhao Qichen immediately pushed the anti-scald mat on the table forward.

Lin Qiuran was surprised, he didn't expect Zhao Qichen to do such a detailed thing, so he glanced in his direction.

I saw Zhao Qichen sitting upright on the bench, with the expression of a kindergarten kid waiting for the teacher to send a little red flower.

Half of the grievance accumulated for a day dissipated immediately, Lin Qiuran remained calm on the surface, and the corners of his mouth secretly raised a degree in his heart.

Several people heard the sound and gathered near the dining table.

Xiaopang couldn't bear the temptation, put his head up to his nose and smelled it, and his saliva immediately flowed out.

Some funny swallowed the saliva in his mouth, Xiaopang couldn't help but praise:
"Sister Ran Ran, isn't your culinary skill a bit too good? If anyone marries you home, they must have saved the whole world in their previous life!"

The praise is in Lin Qiuran's body, and the joy is in Zhao Qichen's heart.
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How about it, this is my capable daughter-in-law, don't you envy me~
"That's right, those who didn't know thought that we invited not the team manager, but Aunt Cook!" Lao Lang also echoed.

"What do you say, even if it's cooking, it's the beautiful young lady who cooks, what auntie, he's really a straight man of steel, no wonder he's still single now..." Ma Hou rolled his eyes and cursed out loud.
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How about it, this is my beautiful and beautiful daughter-in-law, don't you envy me~
"Bah, it's as if you're not single." Old Wolf retorted.
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How about it, this is the daughter-in-law who ended my single life, don't you envy me~
Zhao Qichen was almost praised by this group of people, although he didn't say a word directly about him.

Lin Qiuran was also amused by the poor mouth of this group of people. In fact, this stewed chicken with mushrooms is the only big dish that he can offer. Although he doesn't want to admit it, he has to say that it is mixed with some selfishness.

Chicken soup is nutritious. These children usually eat some unnutritious instant noodles and takeaways. I think to myself, this chicken soup can give them nutrition. By the way...

By the way, it can also help Zhao Qichen's injury.

"Don't be poor, sit down and I'll serve you a meal."

To be honest, even Lin Qiuran herself feels that she has changed from a capable female manager to a hardworking aunt who cooks.

After hearing this, Zhao Qichen waited expectantly, wanting to refer to what Ma Hou said to see if Lin Qiuran was angry with him.

Of course, Lin Qiuran didn't know the little Jiujiu in Zhao Qichen's heart. He just served a bowl for the four people on the table and himself according to his usual habit.

Zhao Qichen remained silent, staring straight at the bowls filled with rice next to the rice cooker.

One bowl, two bowls, three bowls... Just as Zhao Qichen continued to look down, Lin Qiuran threw the rice spoon into the pot with a "bang".

Zhao Qichen's face darkened, and he endured it without attacking.

In fact, Lin Qiuran simply decided that he couldn't handle serving five bowls of rice. Who would have thought that Zhao Qichen would make up so many non-existent plots.

Putting the three bowls of rice on the table, Lin Qiuran handed them to the little fat old wolf and the horse monkey in order.

It can be seen that Zhao Qichen's face turned dark again.