Longing for life: I am a rich second generation

Huang Lei was eventually rushed to the village clinic by the production crew.

He was diagnosed with a low-grade fever and needed an IV drip.

Illness comes like a mountain falling, and goes like a thread.

Huang Lei is old now, and he needs a certain amount of time away from home. Even if his fever goes away, he will probably fall into a weak period and need a good rest.

So the responsibility of cooking for the guests fell on Qin Jiuge.

Qin Jiuge didn't expect.......He was the first to use the stove he had built.

He shook his head and started cooking today.

Dilireba paced back and forth in front of Qin Jiuge, with a smug look on her face. She seemed to have gotten her revenge.

He Jiong and the others were a little worried.

"Teacher Ho......Is what Brother Qin made really edible?"

Peng Yichang watched Qin Jiuge busying himself there, but couldn't help swallowing his saliva, a little worried.

He was not very picky about food.

But they all knew that Qin Jiuge was a top second-generation rich man.

He had already shown an unprecedented all-around ability, but it was obvious.......Cooking is not within their scope.

With such an identity, it is normal for them to not touch the water.

How could they cook? What they are most worried about is the dark dishes.

It would be fine if it is edible.

But they think the greater possibility is.......After eating, they all went into the hospital.

He Jiong shook his head with a serious expression.

They all seemed like prisoners going to the execution ground, ready to face their own punishment.

Letting Qin Jiuge cook, isn't that torturing them?

I don't know what this Di Lieba is thinking, is she going to skip lunch?

Even Zhang Zifeng, who trusts Qin Jiuge the most, couldn't help but have some doubts on her face.

Qin Jiuge stood on the stove, wearing an apron, looking decent. He was still so handsome when he cooked.

Instead, he possessed a different kind of charm.

But no one knew what exactly he made.

"The expressions of these people are so funny that they make me die of laughter"

"One dares to shout, the other dares to do. I admire Dilraba Dilmurat, she is really the leader in the world of committing suicide"

"In order to retaliate, I also put myself in"

"Di Lieba is a ruthless person. Is she really not afraid of following in Mr. Huang’s footsteps and going to the hospital for gastric lavage?"

"Isn't it just a meal of Qin Jiuge's? What's the big deal? Do you need to wash your stomach? It's too exaggerated. I should be more careful not to eat anything in the next life."

"I think Qin Jiuge's food, although not yet cooked, is tantamount to poison."

"This is more powerful than poisoning. I always feel that Dilireba is going to trap herself."

"............"

The audience couldn't help laughing at the expressions of the crowd.

Although they wanted to see how Mr. Huang Lei displayed his cooking skills, every time they saw Mr. Huang Lei, it seemed as if he had the ability to turn decay into magic.

Watching him cook was a kind of enjoyment.

But now that it has been replaced by Qin Jiuge, it is a world of difference, the gap is really too big.

Looking at this age, how many young people today can cook?

Not to mention the top rich second generation like Qin Jiuge.

The word cooking may have never appeared in his life.

Who dares to eat?

They have to admire that these people are so brave.

At least if it were them, they would not have the courage.

But they watched with relish, often watching Mr. Huang Lei's cooking skills that made them drool, and now suddenly looking at Qin Jiuge, they found a little sense of superiority in him, which made them extremely satisfied.

Finally, there is a place that can compare with Qin Jiuge.

The ratings have not only not dropped at all, but have been constantly increasing.

The popularity of more than three million has continued to soar, and it is about to reach four million.

The director saw this scene, and finally let go of his heart.

It seems that this plan is feasible.

Qin Jiuge has always been a walking topic, and he is very popular.

No matter what he does, he can attract the attention of countless people.

The reason is that he is the son of Qin Qianfan, the richest man in China. Such a title is enough.

No one will care about anything else.

Di Lieba is at ease. How could she not know that it is impossible for a boy like Qin Jiuge to cook.

Even she herself knows nothing about this.

But Di Lieba wants this effect. Once Qin Jiuge messes up the cooking, then her chance has come.

She can ridicule Qin Jiuge and get revenge.

She has never forgotten it.

Her mission this time, looking at Qin Jiuge, always makes people hate her teeth. If it weren't for so many people in front of the camera.

She might have gone up and bit Qin Jiuge directly.

It's already very restrained.

But she racked her brains and would not give up.

She must get revenge and let Qin Jiuge know the serious consequences of offending herself.

She looked at Qin Jiuge in front of the stove. His face was calm, but he was doing things in an orderly manner without any panic.

The sun poured down and sprinkled on his side face.

A hint of golden color was smudged.

"I have to say that Qin Jiuge is very handsome when he is serious. He is completely different from those greasy handsome guys in the entertainment industry."

Such a thought suddenly emerged in Dilireba's mind.

Then, Dilireba wanted to slap herself.

Why did such a strange idea appear in her head?

Although the man in front of her looks good, his character is too bad. She should concentrate on revenge and not waver in the slightest..........

Qin Jiuge quietly began to prepare the materials in front of him. These materials were all purchased and extremely fresh.

Qin Jiuge did not need to do anything to deal with them.

Next, it was time for him to start making them.

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