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Cherry Xiaokou, who lived with his sister Yuan Yingying, was slapped on the chair by his own boss.

Gu Jiuran smiled and said, "Yuan Yingying, you continue."

There was also a smile in Yuan Yaya's eyes, and she leaned on Ji Yuan and slightly curled the corners of her lips: "Just now, when you said that you've been eating sour food lately", Ding Meng and my sister had already stuck to the door and started laughing desperately. My sister also said—"

She glanced at her sister who had an expression of "I'm going to die": "She said, that soft voice must be a peerless attacker, otherwise it wouldn't make the boss like to eat sour—"

Yuan Qingqing's expression cracked.

"He said boss, you are pregnant—"

"When you said you love spicy food, Ding Meng said, 'I must be pregnant! Look at the horse called a sour and spicy girl' and she must be a twin—"

"Li Tang's conclusion is that you are being forced, boss—"

Li Tang's expression was broken...

Gu Jiuran took a deep breath, and he resisted the urge to pick up a chair and hit them on the head with a sneer: "Yuan Qingqing! Your sketches are tripled! Finish them all within a week, otherwise you won't be paid this week! Li Tang, you are very busy. Well, if you have free time, go to China Textile City to buy materials, and you will be responsible for buying all the fabric materials this time! As for you, Ding Meng, I don’t want you to hand in your drawings or buy materials.”

Ding Meng's back suddenly turned into petrification - he had a bad premonition.

"Ding Meng, you clean up the living room. There are two living rooms. In addition, in order to save money, you paid Li Tang's money for buying cloth and this month's utility bill—"

Ding Meng stared at the sky silently and could not refute: I am always the one who gets hurt because of Mao!

Gu Jiuran was proud and ready to make his lotus leaf chair, and he cursed in his heart: Hmph, let you say I'm a victim!I'm attacking!

A certain young loyal dog picked up the vernier caliper and within a minute, his stomach turned upside down.Mr. Gu immediately ran to the bathroom to have diarrhea, and then started to vomit again after vomiting, and then continued to have diarrhea——

After four or five times of repeated tossing like this, the women in the whole studio were all YY, "the boss is not really pregnant, you see he vomited so badly", all the men sympathized with their own boss who was pitifully devastated When the buttocks were on, Gu Jiuran took a shower in the bathroom, because he was vomiting and diarrhea, so he was taking a shower.

As for the gloomy expression, Gu Jiuran's expression is completely invisible. On the contrary, his expression is very subtle. He put one hand on his stomach, and his expression is very strange. This makes Yuan Yingying forced to The voyeuristic era ran away, and went back to report to his queen: "Report, the boss touched his stomach while taking a bath with a soft expression! It can't be true, right? - Boss was given ooxx by that stunning beauty - "

Oh my god - the six people present were yelling at the same time, and they were all terrified. The six of them stared at the closed bathroom door until Gu Jiuran came out wrapped in a bathrobe and wiped the water off his head with a towel. , the expression is still stiff.

Gu Jiuran shook the towel, and asked happily, "What's wrong with you?"

Immediately, everyone present shot at Gu Jiuran with strange expressions, and then dispersed after a while.

Gu Jiuran was flabbergasted by them, and tightened his bathrobe: "What nerves, really." He immediately forgot about the abnormality of these people, he touched his dantian subconsciously, thinking of his internal strength that had stagnated for four years today Suddenly breaking through to the third floor makes me feel very happy, although the process is very tangled——

Gu Jiuran was wearing a bathrobe and went to toss his lotus leaf chair. At the same time, Wen Xi resigned himself to feeding the porridge at home with tears streaming down his face.

Wen Xi didn't know that his own fox was so arrogant. He left and no one fed him. He still refused to eat. He squatted on the table and watched the tomato gnocchi in the bowl slowly getting cold, but he refused to eat. Anyway, he didn't eat, so he had to When the gnocchi is hot, you take a bite, and you eat it with big eyes and small eyes.

After eating the gnocchi, Wen Xi reached out and held down the tail of Congee Congee who was about to jump off the table after eating and drinking, and dragged her back a few steps.

Congee Congee subconsciously stretched out his claws and poked into the table to stabilize his body.

Wen Meiren chuckled: "Congee Congee, if you dare to damage and scratch my dining table, then there will be no chicken jerky, no ice cream, no ribs, and no chicken legs in the future."

Congee froze, resigned to his fate, and was dragged by Wen Xi to his side like a dead dog. Wen Xi pressed his chin to Congee's limp ears, and said in a soft and dangerous voice, "When did you become so delicate? If I don’t feed you, don’t you want to eat? Do you want to experience primitiveness and nature in the deep mountains and old forests?”

Congee porridge immediately teared up.

The queen continued: "If you lose your teeth, you can't even eat pasta? Then you will give me porridge from tomorrow, and you will be worthy of your name."

Porridge immediately licked Wen Xi's hand obsequiously: "I know I was wrong, I don't want white porridge—" But in my heart, I secretly hated Gu Jiuran: The master gave him something and didn't feed me, that bastard!

Congee Congee, you have revealed the truth~

The queen knows the third trick of training the fox: give a sweet date with a stick.So Wenxi comforted Congee Congee: "Be obedient, don't be an example."

Porridge sucked his wet nose: "Then I don't want white porridge."

"Okay, there will be bread, and there will be milk. Be good, I'm ready to cook, let's go."

Congee Congee quickly rushed to the small box of chicken jerky in his room.

Wen Xi could only shake his head when he saw it, and when he reached out to pick up the horseshoe bowl and was about to wash it, he felt a chill rushing in along the veins.

Wen Xi immediately put down the bowl, looked at it for a long time in surprise, then gently placed his hand on the edge of the bowl, a very comfortable cool air poured into his body, traveled along the meridians in the body, and finally slowly along the spine Swimming slowly, walked to the waist and stood still.

Wen Xi took a breath: "Porridge, come here." This kind of thing still makes an old goblin who loves to pretend to be poor

Porridge with chicken jerky in its mouth immediately appeared in front of Wen Xi.

Wen Xi was tangled in talking and making gestures, and finally the corners of Congee Congee's mouth twitched until the dried chicken fell off: "It's nothing. I felt that your house was full of aura when I lived in your house. Those auras are all from antiques. Yes. This bowl must have been an antique."

"As the old saying goes, these ancient objects can absorb aura. The cold air you touch is aura. If you absorb too much, it will be fine and harmless to your cultivation." He ran away happily.

Wen Xi watched Congee Congee's back, turned his head, stretched out his hand, squeezed the bowl, squinted his eyes and felt a cool air slowly flowing along the meridians, and then - decisively threw it into the sink to wash it clean.Dirty dishes and chopsticks are the most annoying!The aura can't run away, so don't rush it for a while.

Wen Xi took out fresh potatoes, tomatoes, peppers, and green onions from the storage bracelet on his wrist, as well as the inexhaustible and even overflowing fresh chicken eggs on the back mountain, and began to prepare Chinese food.

Shred the potatoes, soak them in water, pick them up, heat the oil, sauté the chopped green onions and peppers in a hot pan, fry until crispy, add salt, and drizzle with rice vinegar with sesame oil.Cut the chicken into cubes, pour the egg white and starch liquid on it, put it in the pan and spread it out, and quickly remove it to drain the oil.Then pour chili into the pot and stir-fry until fragrant, add chicken, pour water starch and sesame oil and stir-fry until fragrant, mix well.It's good with tomato and egg soup.

Wen Meiren happily took out a fine white porcelain plate and filled it with red, red, yellow and yellow delicacies and put them on the dining table.I used to worry that my seniors couldn’t eat spicy food so the food couldn’t be super spicy, but now, hehe, don’t be afraid.

Wen Xi resolutely poured a lot of bell peppers, persimmon peppers, Chaotian peppers, millet peppers, and pickled peppers into the pot-the pot turned red immediately.

So Gu Jiuran had diarrhea and vomited half to death, and when he returned home (this word is so warm ~ home), there was a big table of hot and sour chicken diced, hot and sour potato shreds, and sour tomato egg drop soup.He finished eating silently with wide-eyed eyes, then ran to the toilet and continued to vomit and diarrhea, his stomach ached.

Gu Shao clutched the hot chrysanthemum and wept silently in the bathroom: Heaven's sins are still forgiven, but self-inflicted sins cannot live!

The author has something to say: Hot and sour, I love hot and sour~~ Do you think I should make a pair of sweet spring porridge first?

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24. The stories Yuan Qingqing and Shi Xiaonian had to tell...

When Gu Jiuran walked into 1507's studio weakly in the afternoon, and sat down slowly while leaning on the back of the chair, everyone's eyes were round.

Yuan Qingqing glanced at Gu Jiuran's bulging belly and his red and swollen lips from the hot pepper, and smiled "hehe": "Boss, I think you will probably win the design competition of Fort Roach this time."

Gu Jiuran picked up a bottle of mineral water from the table and took a sip to relieve the burning sensation in his stomach. He coughed twice: "Yuan Qingqing, why are you so sure?"

"Because love makes a man invincible." Then Yuan Qingqing rolled his eyes on the belly of his boss: "Family affection makes a person's potential limitless——"

Although Wen Xi didn't know what the weird eyes of these six people meant again and again, but his intuition told him that it was not a good thing, so he decided to use a strong medicine to divert the topic and - sight..., so as not to get burned.

"I don't think it's a sure thing—I received a message at noon that Shi Xiaonian seems to be participating in this competition—" After finishing speaking, there was a meaningful omission.

With a quick swipe - the remaining five people all focused their gaze on Yuan Qingqing's face.

Yuan Qingqing's breath trembled, and her long straight hair flicked her head to cover most of her face, so she couldn't see her expression: "Look at you! ——Sister, I'm a beautiful woman, and I don't think so. When I go to see something, my face is so beautiful.