The perfect future of rebirth

He walked upstairs lightly, but before he went upstairs, Fan Baobao's voice suddenly sounded: "Zhao Fusheng, you go to buy oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, there is nothing at home."

Zhao Fusheng was startled, then nodded helplessly: "I see."

Resigned to her fate, she picked up her clothes, put on her shoes, and Zhao Fusheng walked towards the door. When passing by the kitchen, she saw Fan Baobao was hard at work cutting potato slices, looking at the potato skins that were almost as thick as her fingers. , Zhao Fusheng's mouth twitched, feeling that the future was gloomy.

Chapter 289 Dark Days (83/264)

If God would pay attention to everyone's prayers, He would be exhausted, because people's desires are too many for God to fulfill.

So, in general, prayer is basically useless.

It's like Zhao Fusheng now, watching Fan Baobao busy in the kitchen with a blank face, but he doesn't feel the slightest bit of happiness.

Yes, no feeling of happiness at all.

Logically speaking, if a beautiful and youthful girl is willing to wash her hands and make soup for her, Zhao Fu should feel happy.But it's a pity, if that girl is a dark cook, I believe no man will think that he is in the blessing.

Soon, the first course was served.

Looking at the bowl-shaped object that was on the plate, Zhao Fusheng blinked: "What is this?"

"Ah?" Fan Baobao was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Mashed potatoes."

Mashed potatoes?

Zhao Fusheng felt that his eyesight might not be very good before, why the mashed potatoes in his memory were different from the black mass in front of him.

"Ahem, maybe I put too much soy sauce." Fan Baobao said with some embarrassment.

Zhao Fusheng nodded, and didn't say much. If it's mashed potatoes, as long as you don't put too much soy sauce and salt, it shouldn't be too unpalatable, not to mention that Fan Baobao doesn't cook much.

He thought, if it was only rice and water, he should be able to eat some.

But Zhao Fusheng was not calm about the things that were brought up later, what the hell is that, not to mention the red, green and messy things, what is that black object floating on it?

"This..." Out of curiosity, Zhao Fusheng asked Fan Baobao politely.

"This is soup. The red ones are tomatoes, and the green ones are cabbage." Fan Baobao seemed to know that the cooking was not very good, so he blinked and said, "The black one is mushy chopped green onion..."

Zhao Fusheng really wanted to call his mother for help. He felt that if he finished this meal, he would lose ten years of life.

If it's just these things, that's all. Classmate Fan Baobao learned western food recipes from somewhere, so he got a sausage and cut it up, and wanted to make toast for himself.

But the question is, other people's toast is fried bread with butter, why is my toast made of bean fried steamed buns?

Fan Baobao's complexion has turned dark. Originally, she didn't feel much when cooking by herself, at least she felt that there was still a decent taste, but Zhao Fusheng's reaction and complaints now made her not calm at all.

"Is it that unpalatable? You are too hypocritical!" Fan Baobao said with a glaring look at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled, pointed to another dark mass and said, "What is this, don't tell me it's meat and vegetables."

"It's meat, what's the matter!" Miss Fan said confidently: "I just didn't watch the heat, it's a little burnt."

Rolling his eyes, Zhao Fusheng gave her a sneer: "Hehe, you think I'm blind or a fool, is this a little burnt, it's clearly completely blurred, okay?"

Fan Baobao was immediately embarrassed, but still raised his head: "You don't care about that much, let's taste it."

Zhao Fusheng blinked his eyes, suddenly took a deep breath and said, "Can you promise me one thing?"

Fan Baobao was stunned when he heard this sentence, and looked at Zhao Fusheng at a loss, not knowing what he was going to say solemnly, although the relationship between the two is complicated now, but no matter what the reason, as long as this guy Fan Baobao knew very well that he could not refuse the request.

"Tell me, I will definitely agree to you." Fan Baobao said to Zhao Fusheng, but he had already made up his mind in his heart, as long as Zhao Fusheng's request was not excessive, he would definitely agree.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "If I get food poisoning later, please remember to call the hospital for me."

"roll!"

Fan Baobao was in a hurry, wishing he could kick Zhao Fusheng out, but he had thought a lot about it just now, and after a long time of trouble, this guy was just worried about whether he would spoil him.

Zhao Fusheng sighed resignedly, picked up a spoon and dug a spoonful on the mashed potatoes, and then tasted it.

"How is it?" Fan Baobao asked expectantly.

Zhao Fusheng didn't say anything, but his eyes widened, a shocked expression appeared on his face, and then he nodded vigorously.

Fan Baobao was overjoyed when he saw this, picked up a spoon and ate a big mouthful himself.

"Wow!"

The mashed potatoes entered the mouth, and instantly a pungent salty taste rushed straight to the brain. Fan Baobao covered his mouth, turned his head and rushed to the bathroom, and vomited.

At this time, Zhao Fusheng also rushed in, and the two of them vomited together facing the toilet seat.

"vomit!"

"vomit!"

After vomiting for a long time, Fan Baobao still felt that his mouth was full of soy sauce and salt.

Raising her head, she looked at Zhao Fusheng: "You did it on purpose."

Zhao Fusheng laughed, wiped the corners of his mouth, and handed Fan Baobao a bottle of water: "I think, how can I enjoy such a delicious thing by myself, I have to bring the most important thing to me. People."

"Forehead?"

Fan Baobao was stunned, and then glared at Zhao Fusheng: "You guy, you are so bad."

"Hahaha!"

Zhao Fusheng smiled proudly, he was undoubtedly very happy to be able to cheat Fan Baobao this time.

Since the mashed potatoes look like this, you don't need to taste the rest of the dishes to know. Although Fan Baobao was not reconciled, after taking a sip of the soup and rushing to the bathroom again, she also gave up her unrealistic ideas.

After tidying up the mess, Fan Baobao sat beside Zhao Fusheng sadly, looking at the instant noodles he put on the coffee table.

"Am I too stupid?"

Miss Fan was obviously hit hard. After all, she planned to show off in front of Zhao Fusheng through meticulous preparation, but instead of succeeding, she was quite humiliated.

Zhao Fusheng glanced at Fan Baobao, and suddenly said with a smile: "Let me ask you, have you killed someone recently?"

"what?"

Fan Baobao looked confused and had no idea what Zhao Fusheng was talking about.

"You must have killed the salt seller, otherwise how could there be so much salt in every dish." Zhao Fusheng said with a laugh.

"Get out!" Fan Baobao was in a hurry, stretched out his hand and patted Zhao Fusheng's shoulder: "I know it's nonsense."