The sand sculpture is rebellious and loves to cause trouble for others.

The two of them vaguely saw a petite figure in the smoke-filled kitchen, and it was Ye Qinghuan.

The two of them were dumbfounded at the moment, unable to hide the trembling in their voices.

Even though they plated everyone twice, they never expected that Ye Qinghuan would be the one cooking.

However, the question arises: Can Ye Qinghuan cook?

Do they want to eat this breakfast?

The two of them looked at each other, then cautiously approached the kitchen amidst Ye Qinghuan's greeting and reached into the pot.

At this time, white dough, green vegetables, and black mushrooms emerge from the flour-covered pot from time to time. Smell the smell again, it is delicious!

Report sir, the color, smell and taste are fine, but the taste is bad.

Cheng Weiwei gestured towards Ren Qing. Ren Qing understood instantly, picked up a small spoon and started stirring, and asked Ye Qinghuan,

"Qing Huan, where did your noodle soup come from? It looks delicious!"

Ye Qinghuan, who was choking on the fire and his face was full of black smoke and couldn't open his eyes, rubbed his dry eyes and said happily,

"The ingredients are all freshly found on the mountain. They are super fresh. As for the flour and sweet potatoes, the grandmother from Hongxin next door gave them to me."

As he said that, Ye Qinghuan raised his head proudly, with "Come on me now" and "Am I great" written all over his face.

The two of them laughed out loud and gave her a thumbs up.

"Qing Huan is so awesome!"

"That's right! And you made up all these tableware yourself! It's really hard work!"

"Hehehe, it's not hard! By the way, come and eat the sweet potatoes, they're still warm -"

Ye Qinghuan pulled out seven palm-sized black sweet potatoes and handed them directly to the two of them one by one.

"Hufufu~~~ It's so hot, so hot, and you can eat it."

Ren Qing and Cheng Weiwei hurriedly took it, imitating Ye Qinghuan and squatting by the stove, gnawing sweet potatoes and warming themselves over the fire. It was very comfortable.

Then the trio of men, who were seduced by the aroma, entered the kitchen and saw the three men squatting on the floor eating with their mouths full of black faces. Yang Jun couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, and a strange light reflected in his eyes.

"Good morning! Well, I'm eating right now! What's something delicious to eat in the morning?"

Su Yunze said he didn't look at it and looked directly at the only big pot in the kitchen.

Xue Xiwu even came closer and said,

"It smells so good! Sister Weiwei, Sister Ren Qing, Sister Qinghuan, I want to eat it too."

Ye Qinghuan immediately put the untouched sweet potato to the tip of his nose.

"How's it going? Do you really want to eat it?"

Xue Xiwu nodded, his nose seemed to be hooked by invisible threads on the sweet potato, and he could only smell the fragrance.

Seeing Xue Xiwu's puppy begging for food, the Simis were speechless. Is this worthless brother really the brother they have been chasing for so many years?

Or does it mean that his family doesn’t provide food for others? Why can't my brother lose control of just one sweet potato? !

The sagos collapsed, but Xue Xiwu, who had successfully obtained the sweet potatoes, was eating them one bite at a time with great joy, which made Su Yunze's eyes twitch.

He turned away and accidentally saw the black and red fruits on the small plate. He picked one up and stuffed it into his mouth.

Ye Qinghuan, who clapped his hands and stood up, happened to witness the whole process, his mouth opened directly into an O shape,

【Wuhu! Su Yunze is going to be miserable! ! 】

Su Yunze, who was looking at the subtitles, still looked calm and calm. After eating one raspberry, he took another bite, as if this raspberry was such a delicious fruit.

Ye Qinghuan couldn't help but wonder if his eating posture in the morning was wrong, and then he slowly walked next to Su Yunze,

"Is this fruit sweet?"

Su Yunze nodded and answered her by putting another ball in his mouth.

Hearing this, Ye Qinghuan felt that he was just unlucky enough to eat sour in the morning, so he put his hand directly on the plate, picked up one and stuffed it into his mouth.

This time, she did not chew in a hurry. Instead, she turned her head and stared at Su Yunze, making sure that his expression had not changed at all before chewing with confidence.

The next second, Ye Qinghuan's little face wrinkled up, and Su Yunze spat it out, and even rushed to the faucet to rinse his mouth.

That posture made Yang Jun shake his head.

"Hey, if you hurt the enemy by one thousand, you will lose two thousand by yourself. Su Yunze, why bother?"

"Huhu - as long as it hurts the enemy, my strategy is correct."

After a while, Su Yunze spit out the water in his mouth and felt that all his gums had left home.

Ye Qinghuan clenched her fists, gave him a big middle finger gesture, and then moved to the faucet to turn on the water. She had already scolded Su Yunze in her heart.

[Su Yunze, you are cruel! You are so fucking fierce! I will definitely not eat at the same table with dogs today]

[When I recover, I will push you into the stove with my backhand to wake you up. You really dropped the ashtray and got out of breath! 】

[Oh my god, my teeth! I really want to knock it off, wuwuwuwu——]

[And Ye Qinghuan, are you stupid? Is your IQ a negative number? I've been fooled by raspberries this morning, what are you really doing! ! ! 】

Su Yunze watched Ye Qinghuan's collapse, and was so elated that he didn't even care about his uncomfortable gums, and happily enjoyed the delicious breakfast.

Ye Qinghuan, who finally finished rinsing his mouth, glared at him fiercely before taking the pimple soup offered by Wei Wei and started eating happily.

The sound of slurping could be heard for a while, and everyone praised the chef one after another.

“It’s so delicious! It’s been a long time since I’ve had such a warm bowl of noodle soup!”

"Hmm, did Sister Weiwei cook the food this morning? Her craftsmanship is superb!"

When everyone turned their attention to Cheng Weiwei, they saw her shaking her head and denying,

"Nonono, today's chef is Ye Qinghuan. If you want to thank her, just thank her."

"Trench—"

"Pfft - cough cough cough -"

For a moment, Su Yunze choked, and Yang Jun was also stunned. He looked at the bottomed noodle soup in the bowl and then at Ye Qinghuan who looked proud across from him.

His eyes asked the two of them,

"is this real?"

Several people nodded in unison, and his heart couldn't help but sink even more. He quickly raised his hand to cup Su Yunze's, and leaned aside to whisper,

"Brother, let me ask you something. Have you ever eaten the food cooked by Ye Qinghuan? Have you had any... problems..."

Su Yunze shook his head in his expectant eyes and whispered back,

"I've never seen Ye Qinghuan cook at home, and I've never heard that she can cook!"

Suddenly, the two of them looked at each other, each looking at the food in their hands, and fell silent.

In response to Xue Xiwu and others' warm invitation for another bowl, Su Yunze avoided it and directly picked up the dark sweet potato and started chewing it.

After the meal, the six people started working step by step, except for Ye Qinghuan.

She was wandering around the village entrance with her mobile phone at the moment. When she saw the doubts of netizens, she directly said that she wanted to keep it a secret, and then she picked up tree branches and garbage cans along the way...

Just when netizens speculated that she was preparing to live broadcast picking up rags, Ye Qinghuan exclaimed as if she had discovered a new world,

"Uncle, please tell me if this pole belongs to you. Can you lend it to me to play with?"

"What are you doing with it, kid? It's not safe!"