The Profligate Madam of the Family

   Chapter 1748 Chicken Feather Soup?

   "Hehe, no, no hard work." Loso said with some guilty conscience, "You can try it, I am not very good at cooking, I just barely made a few dishes."

   "You can eat it." Although Monan Chong's mouth is sometimes quite picky, it is okay most of the time.

  After all, mom and dad are people who can blow up the kitchen, so she has very low requirements for those who cook.

  Several people sat down at the table.

  Lin Jue went to the kitchen to serve Su Niannian’s rice, but when the rice was taken out, everyone was shocked.

  "Are you sure you are not cooking porridge?" A group of people looked at Su Niannian.

   "...Maybe there is too much water?" Su Niannian was taken aback, "Why don't you eat? I haven't cooked for a long time, I'm not sure."

  "You really put too much water in this." Lin Jue was unbelievable. "It's also very good that it can't be cooked into porridge...It's so cooked."

  The barrage in the live broadcast room is already laughing crazy.

  【I don’t have water when I cook rice into porridge, hahaha! 】

  【So funny! Of the four of them, none of them can cook! 】

  【Hahaha, their requirements for rice are the lowest I have ever seen in my life, and they will be fine when they are cooked. 】

   [Suddenly I have some doubts, can Butler Luo really eat it? Su Niannian's face was green when she came out before, okay? 】

  【Hahaha, it is indeed green, but unfortunately the picture of the kitchen is not cut, we have not seen it. 】

  Monan’s pets have no doubt that Steward Luo may not be able to eat what he cooks. Of course, there is a high probability that it may be because everyone wants to give Steward Luo a little psychological comfort, so it doesn’t seem like a mountain or dew.

  Everyone sat down in front of the table obediently and looked at the three dishes and one soup in front of them.

Meng Chong was originally going to praise Butler Luo for his good work, and she even praised it, "Steward Luo did a good job. It looks good in color and fragrance. It can cook better than Xiao Huahua in our house. ..."

  While speaking, Monan Chong couldn't boast anymore, because she saw a chicken feather floating on the bowl of soup.

   Her hand holding the spoon trembled, and then she looked at Loso, “Housekeeper Luo, please ask, this is chicken feather soup?”

   "Ah, no, chicken soup!" Steward Luo said with a smug look, "This is the first time I have stewed chicken soup. I think it can still be eaten!"

  Lin Jue: "..."

   Huahua: "???"

  Su Niannian's face turned green, "I'm not mistaken, is that chicken feather? Several..."

  Monan took a deep look at the housekeeper Luo. She felt that she seemed to overestimate the housekeeper. What he did was not the question of whether it was delicious or not, but the question of whether he could eat.

  She glanced at the other dishes calmly.

  Other dishes look very special, a plate of green vegetables, but those green vegetables are very big, big greens, they are actually fried whole...it seems that there is mud on the top, which is very natural.

  Look at another plate of meat, this meat is a bit unsightly, giving people a **** feeling.

  It's like an animal that has just been chopped up. This is no longer the category of delicious or not, this is the category of not vomiting.

   "What is this?" Menan Chong pointed to the plate of meat.

"Sweet and sour pork loin. I just don't know why, this time the tomato sauce is a bit too red, it looks a bit like blood and fresh meat, but it doesn't affect what you should eat." Steward Luo said a little unconfidently. "Try it, if you have any questions, don't eat it."

  Mo Nan Chong: "...Does your sweet and sour tenderloin look like this?"

  She is a little skeptical about life, and thinks she can’t do what she can do. Unexpectedly, some people do it more ruthlessly than her.

  She is the same as her daddy at any rate. She is good at making a knife, and she can see what she makes, but some people make it like a broken body.

  The four women who had grabbed the chopsticks to eat, put down the chopsticks gently one by one.

  Monan Chong stared at Steward Luo, resting his cheeks at him.

  Butler Luo was a bit creepy when he was seen, "Why don't you guys eat it, eat it... you can try it."

   "Try it first." Menan Chong folded his hands on his chest and looked at Steward Luo.

   "I...I don't dare to eat what I made myself." Steward Luo raised his forehead.

  Everyone: "..." Then you dare to do it for us?

  Laughing crazy in the live broadcast room.

  All kinds of hahaha, all smiled and knelt.

  Even the few people who Tucao Menan's favorite let Butler Luo cook food, have already laughed and almost got down.

  【Not only loves butler Luo, but also loves everyone! 】

   [So, what does the sweet and sour pork tenderloin taste like? 】

  【God **** chicken feather soup! 】

  【Hahaha, absolutely, this is the first time I have seen cooking so cruel! Isn’t the kitchen comparable to a murder scene? 】

Mo Nan Chong was silent for a long time. Finally, Mo Nan Chong stood up from the chair first. She glanced at Butler Luo, her expression was very complicated, "Since you don’t dare to eat, we dare not eat. , There is nothing wrong, right? Otherwise, save this table of dishes for those who get up later? Maybe someone with a big heart will eat it?"

   "Agree." Lin Jue nodded frantically.

   "I agree, let's lose weight hungry, or find something else to eat." Hua Huafu said, "There is always a place to eat under the mountain, right?"

  "Fortunately, we all brought money." Su Niannian murmured, "This is not as good as my porridge!"

"However, Nian Nian, your porridge also looks a little strange. What did you put in it?" When Lin Jue scribbled the porridge, remembering what seemed to be in it, she subconsciously fished it out and then fished it. A sock came out...

  All the people looked at Su Niannian as if they were struck by thunder.

   "Sock porridge? What kind of novel cooking method is this?" Butler Luo finally felt that what he made was something human.

   "...Where did the socks come from?" Classmate Su Niannian looked confused. Although she cooked the porridge, she really didn't know where the socks came from.

  Everyone is silent...

  Mo Nanchong took everyone out of the villa, and had nothing to say about this table of dishes.

  "Where are we going?" Lin Jue asked behind Monanchong.

   "Cengfan." Monan Chong said as he walked.

   was followed by a few big camera brothers, and there were also people from the program group in front of them. Walking all the way, following all the way, everyone was surprised to see Menan Chong seem familiar with this place.

  "Where to go for a meal?" Lin Jue's eyes lit up, "You know this place, have you been here?"

   "Well, I lived here for a while before," Mo Nanchong said.

   "Wow, there must be a place to eat rice, that's great!" Huahua said excitedly, and at the same time she made a grunting sound in her stomach, which was obviously starving.

  After going down the mountain, I arrived in a village.

  The village looks very beautiful, clean and beautiful, with flowers everywhere, and beautiful flowers on both sides of the road.

  Mo Nanchong directly rang a house on the side of the road.

  (End of this chapter)