It's okay not to fry CP! [Entertainment]

He Zishu's brain was spinning rapidly, and just when he was about to break the jar, he suddenly remembered the homework Liu Xia had done for himself before.

He has memorized Lu Jinchen's personal encyclopedia!

It's still memorized one by one!

Therefore, Lu Jinchen, who was inexplicably nervous, heard a poem recited: "Brother likes to eat seafood, but he doesn't eat shrimp, and he can't eat spicy food too much."

Lu Jinshen: "..."

He is too familiar with this word.

When he first debuted, his assistant helped him make up word for word in front of him.

It's really good to memorize, word for word.

In fact, Lu Jin, who can't eat seafood very much, thought to himself.

He raised his head and glanced at He Zishu, perhaps because he had escaped a catastrophe, the corner of the man's mouth was slightly pursed, and the tails of his eyes drooped down.

A hand attached to his side, as if to cheer himself up, tugged at the apron.

Lu Jinchen had long noticed He Zishu's soft little movements, but now he felt annoyed.

Both Mu Ran and Givenchy know the tastes so clearly, but they don't know anything about him?

If you don't look at him, and don't come to ask, the treatment is really clear at a glance.

Lu Jinchen irritatedly smoked the firewood in the stove, and the fire lit up for a while.

The ashes of vegetation rushed to his face.

But at this time, Bai Ying just put the vegetables into the pot.

The moment the water droplets hit the hot oil, there was a constant squeak.

Amidst the sound of oily smoke, Lu Jinchen heard Baiying say again slowly, "Jinchen actually likes sour food."

Lu Jinshen: "..."

It's even more annoying.

The movement in the kitchen gradually subsided, and several people walked in and out three or four times before bringing out today's dinner.

Stir-fried vegetables, not too much seasoning, sweet and crisp, tender yellow eggs with brightly colored tomatoes.

The soup is full-bodied and the meat is rotten and the bones are crispy. Plus a pot of pickled fish with tender, smooth, thin meat and no thorns.

Several people ate so much that they couldn't lift their heads.

Baiying ate a bowl of rice for the first time, and Yu Ming even drank several bowls of soup in one go.

Neither of them expected that He Zishu's "know how to cook, but not very well" was such a bad idea.

Especially Bai Ying.

In the afternoon Given didn't tell He Zishu that he had come to look for her.

She said that if the task given by the program team is sometimes heavy, I will ask her to help with the cooking.

Given was cryptic, but after spending most of her life in the circle, Bai Ying immediately understood Given's reason for coming.

Given came to him because they were distressed.

Similarly, she also felt distressed.

Bai Ying scooped up a bowl of soup and drank it bit by bit.

With the shield of the soup bowl, her eyes fell on He Zishu.

In fact, several times, she even wanted to ask He Zishu to be more "willful" and not to be so obedient.

You can talk about what you want, and you can refuse what you don't like without any burden.

But later, she gradually realized that the child's delicate and gentleness came from his bones.

Afraid that the food would not suit her and Yu Ming's taste, she smiled and lowered her head to eat after she and Yu Ming moved their chopsticks.

The dishes that I picked up a few more chopsticks were pushed in front of me without any trace.

Then with eyebrows and eyes curved, he said to her, "Sister, you haven't eaten a few days ago, you should eat more."

He obviously doesn't talk much, but he is the one with the most single-person shots in the entire program group.

The kind of comfort that lingers in the bones is more attractive than all the noisy variety shows.

She sighed and turned to look at Lu Jinchen.

Really... two idiots.

"Okay, let's go to rest." Bai Ying put down the bowl, got up after speaking.

He Zishu and the others on the side also wanted to get up, but Yu Ming raised his hand and pushed them down: "Everyone is tired all day, let's go play, Zishu brings salt for dinner."

"Leave it to us here. As we get older, we always have to do some exercise after eating to help digest food."

The light and shadow of the oblique screen in the lobby was elongated by the light color, and the wind blew sideways, blowing on the four people who were driven away from the dining table.

The wind also carried the aroma of unknown wild flowers, which made these "idlers" feel lazy.

When He Zishu finished making the milk powder and came out, Lu Jinchen was hugging Yanyan.

Xie Muran squatted aside, still blowing lightly.

"What's wrong?" He Zishu shook the bottle in his hand.

Xie Muran quickly complained: "This mat is not good, it caught the meat and hair from Yanyan's buttocks."

When Lu Jinchen heard the word "butt", he covered his daughter's pink ears.

Little ladies can't hear those words.

After the little milk cat's ears moved, Lu Jinchen let go of his hand, and said, "Fall into the crack of the sofa, my hair exploded."

He Zishu looked at the little milk cat that exploded into a dandelion and smiled.

He carefully held the milk cat, put it on his lap, and then held up the bottle to nurse: "It's okay, we don't hurt when we eat it."

Seeing this, A Chai, who was in Givenchy's arms, twisted his body frantically to break free from Givenan's "shackles", and then twisted frantically into He Zishu's arms.

That milk!Make one for Grandpa too!

A Chai iswatchingyou!

By the way, I made a purring sound of wanting to drink!

"You can't grab milk from your sister!" Xie Muran sternly forbade.

Lu Jinchen leaned forward a little, separated A Chai and He Zishu, frowned and said, "Did Li really buy the right product?"

Otherwise, how can it be so edible?

Given said: "Maybe I wanted to buy a Shiba Inu before, but I accidentally bought it as a Shiba Pig."

Li Xu: "..."

A Chai, who was hit by his old father's precise personal blow, felt offended.

It's just heartbreaking.

He wooed twice.

When He Zishu took care of his daughter, he did not forget to protect his younger son.

He touched A Chai's dog's head with one free hand.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, A Chai is not fat, but fluffy."

A Chai groaned, and ran out as if he understood.

He Zishu began to concentrate on feeding his daughter.

It wasn't until Yanyan's little tail stopped wagging that he slowly stopped.

Then, the moment he removed the pacifier, He Zishu suddenly heard a "me" that made his liver tremble.

mum?

mum!

He Zishu suddenly opened his eyes wide!

This meow language!

Daughter can talk!

He didn't care about the empty baby bottle, and directly tugged on Lu Jinchen's sleeve beside him, his eyes full of surprise: "Brother! Yanyan can talk!"

You must know that this little milk cat has almost never meowed except for two short meows on the day it was picked up.

Every time He Zishu fed it milk powder, it would hold the bottle and step on He Zishu's hands with trembling feet, but it just didn't meow.

If it wasn't for the people at the pet hospital saying that he wasn't sick, He Zishu would have thought that he was left behind by the cat mother because he couldn't meow.

"Hmm." Lu Jinchen's eyes moved down unconsciously, and landed on the touching hands of the two.

He Zishu was so immersed in the joy of his daughter's babbling that he didn't notice Lu Jinchen's thoughts at all, and he continued to babble to himself.

He Zishu's subconscious approach made Lu Jin feel in a good mood.

Although he must admit that the reason why He Zishu is like this is largely because of salt.

But this little milk cat was brought by him, and rounded up, it was because of him.

"Brother, what did Yanyan say just now?" He Zishu held the little cat's feet with both hands, and turned his head to look at Lu Jinchen.

Lu Jin smiled deeply: "I'm calling you."

At this moment, He Zishu was a little distracted.

Lu Jinshen smiled at herself, and it wasn't the kind of smile that she was forced to pretend to be in business!

This idea was almost as explosive as her daughter's talking, He Zishu was so bombarded that he didn't know what to say for a while.

Only then did he realize that he seemed to have gotten too close just now.

"What gift do you want?" Lu Jinchen pinched Yanyan's little meat pad, and because He Zishu was hugging her, their hands brushed against each other from time to time.

He Zishu could even vaguely distinguish between Lu Jinchen's body temperature and Yanyan's body temperature.

"Hmm...huh?" He Zishu raised his head, "What...what gift do you want?"

Lu Jin raised the corner of his mouth, and his smile deepened: "I'm asking it."

"I just learned to speak, and I want a small gift as a reward."

He Zishu quickly lowered his head.

Ask salt, ask salt.

Then why look at him!

How embarrassing!

He Zishu lowered his eyes, eyes flickering, and handed the milk cat to Lu Jinchen: "Then you ask it yourself."

Lu Jinchen finally understood why Baiying always liked to tease He Zishu.

Lu Jinchen deliberately lowered his voice: "But Yanyan doesn't seem to want to talk to me."

The tone was like "I want to hold the baby too, but the baby won't kiss me".

He Zishu had no choice but to take the kitten away again, and after a while, he pretended to be relaxed and said, "Yanyan said he wants a skirt."

Lu Jin laughed lightly.

Especially when he saw the man's red ear tips covered under the soft hair.

It's as if what I just said was not "Yanyan wants a small skirt", but "Zishu wants a small skirt".

He Zishu tried his best to calm down, and said calmly, "Can't you?"

"Okay." Lu Jin smiled softly.

Whatever you want.

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