Chapter 207 Wen Yan: I feel like I’m getting cold

I can't laugh, I can't laugh. I have been trained. No matter how funny it is, I can still bear it. Seeing Wen Yan's expression changing, Zhao Wanqi was even more sure of what she was thinking.

"Okay, okay, Xiaoyan, I know you want me to try your cooking, but I don't have a spare rice cooker at home, giggle..."

Although with the development of the times, not many young people today can cook, but it is really rare to have players who can fry the pot.

Well, physiological death has not been achieved, but social death has met the standard. Thinking of the accident scene that Wang Luoqi sent her a few months ago, Zhao Wanqi couldn't control the urge to laugh.

Seeing Zhao Wanqi's expression, Wen Yan knew that she had misunderstood.

As a possessor of "advanced cooking skills" and for more than ten years, he has been the royal chef of Room 601, how can he be humiliated by this frying pan?

Wen Yan felt it was necessary to explain: "Sister Wanqi, if I say that Sister Luo Qi is deceiving you, would you believe me?"

"Believe, of course my sister believes you." Zhao Wanqi stood on tiptoes and rubbed Wen Yan's head.

"Xiaoyan, you have been smart since you were a child, how could you do such a stupid thing? This must be a capitalist deliberately slandering you, Kukuku..."

If you could hold back your laughter, I almost believed you. You avoided Zhao Wanqi's head-touching attack. Wen Yan explained seriously:

"Sister Wanqi, I really didn't lie to you. I have been cooking for more than ten years. I am an experienced chef and my craftsmanship is very good."

Old chef? I think he always gets into trouble! She didn’t believe Wen Yan’s explanation at all.

Have you been cooking for more than ten years? This is obviously like going to the grave to burn newspapers. Despite this nonsense, Zhao Wanqi touched her chin.

No matter how cold-blooded the capitalist Wang Luoqi is, he will not let a five or six-year-old child learn to cook just to save himself trouble.

What's more, she can also see that Wang Luoqi's love for Wen Yan over the years has not been adulterated at all.

Xiaoyan's level of lying has really plummeted now. Although she wasn't very good at it before, she still doesn't lie at a glance, she thought secretly.

At this moment, Detective Zhao Wanqi was possessed, a sharp light flashed in her eyes, and she felt that she was really too witty.

She shrugged her shoulders and tried to hold back her laughter:

"Well, I know your cooking skills are very good, but you are injured now. When you recover, I will definitely give you a chance to show off. This time I will give you food."

Facing Zhao Wanqi's coaxing tone, Wen Yan opened his mouth, but had nothing to say.

Forget it, I won’t explain it anymore, just do whatever you want.

"Okay, then you go and do your work first." Wen Yan waved his hand, somewhat uninterested.

"By the way, remember to serve me more soup when you take it out of the pot later. I don't like my noodles to be too dry."

"Okay, make sure you're hydrated." Zhao Wanqi walked towards the kitchen.

Wen Yan, who was standing there, vaguely heard her muttering:

"Even a pot can explode. Don't let this guy enter my kitchen."

Wen Yan: "..."

Lying on the sofa, staring at the ceiling blankly, Wen Yan never expected that one day, he would be disliked for his cooking skills.

Just leave the original score!

Until now, all the things that didn't make sense before can be straightened out.

No wonder, every time he wanted to show off his cooking skills in the circle of friends, Wang Luoqi would ask him to block Zhao Wanqi.

No wonder, last time in Nianhua, when Wang Luoqi posted a picture of an omelette to Moments to ask for blessings, Zhao Wanqi would comment on it and say he was a kitchen killer!

Co-author, someone has been ready to trick him for a long time!

Gee, Sister Luo Qi is really a dark-hearted master.

Thinking of this "fried pot incident", Wen Yan became extremely angry.

Some time ago, on his birthday on February 8th, Wang Luoqi said on a whim that he wanted to cook and prepare a birthday dinner for him.

This made Wen Yan extremely excited.

Washing, cooking, and serving Sister Luo Qi for ten years, was this the reward he had finally waited for his elder sister? He thought so at the time.

In this world, except for a young man like him, who else could make a woman as strong as Wang Luoqi willingly cook for him beside the stove and wash her hands?

Just ask who else?

Therefore, when Wen Yan heard Wang Luoqi's self-recommendation, he naturally would not refuse and even made a little move.

Although this is just a small improvement for Wang Luoqi, it is a milestone in their relationship!

I would like to ask, if the achievement of the hearth stove has been achieved, is it still far away from the ultimate goal of recommending oneself to the pillow?

But just as he was sitting on the sofa, looking forward to Wang Luoqi's candlelight dinner, he suddenly heard a loud "bang"——

Get a pot lid out of the kitchen!

When he hurried into the kitchen, he saw a scene that he would never forget:

mmp, Wang Luoqi disappeared, but the pot exploded!

Wen Yan's expression at that time was like this: o_O???

"Do, cooking is too dangerous." Just when he was shocked, a head popped out from under the stove and summarized the matter.

Glancing at the pot lid that rolled outside the door, and then at the dent in the ceiling, Wang Luoqi patted the dust on his hands and said seriously:

"Fortunately, I hid quickly. It seems that all these years of training have not been in vain."

"Are you still in the mood to joke?" Wen Yan said angrily, "Are you setting off firecrackers in the pot?"

Looking at the messy stove, his back was sweating and his eyes were full of fear.

If, he meant if Wang Luoqi didn't have time to escape just now, what would be the consequences?

He couldn't even think about it.

"Don't talk nonsense, I haven't played with firecrackers since I was a child." Wang Luoqi's eyes dodge.

The past story of firecrackers exploding the crotch was a blast to my ears. Wen Yan almost told Wang Luoqi’s dark history.

After calming down and asking about the situation carefully, he found out that this prodigal woman had unexpectedly thought that the beer was a little cold, so she put it directly into the pot to heat it up.

What's the difference between this and throwing firecrackers inside?

Wen Yan gritted his teeth and said: "High temperature will cause gas to expand, resulting in a pressure difference. You don't even know this, how dare you say that you are a top student?"

"Why are you so mean?" Wang Luoqi was not convinced.

She put her hands on her hips and retorted: "I just wanted to heat it up a little. Who knew that this pot would heat up so fast? I only put it in for a few minutes and the water would boil immediately?"

"Okay, okay, although the pot has exploded now, it is still an unexpected situation. At least, you must understand my sister's intention to cook for you. At worst, I will pay more attention next time."

"Also, although frying the pot should be a very common thing, it doesn't sound good if I say it out loud. People will think that I am a waste of life."

"So, you must never tell anyone else about this matter. Just keep it a secret between the two of us, okay?"

Thinking of Wang Luoqi's serious instructions at that time, Wen Yan really wanted to flip the table. Is this what she said about keeping it secret?

To keep it secret is to dump the blame on him? (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

If Wang Luoqi were in front of him at this time, he would have to enforce family law for her.

Yes, you read that right, it's not Wang Luoqi's method, but Wen Xiaoyan's family method.

At least, give her a swollen butt!

Hey, speaking of Sister Luo Qi, did I forget something?

I looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.

Damn it, it's over, it's over, this is a cool rhythm.

Even if he stayed up all night, he actually forgot to say hello to Wang Luoqi in advance.

Wen Yan knew that Wang Luoqi had a habit of waiting in the living room until he came home.

But why didn't she call? Could she be really angry?

Taking out his cell phone from his pocket, Wen Yan discovered that the cell phone was out of battery. No wonder he didn't receive Wang Luoqi's fatal serial calls.

He shouted into the kitchen:

"Sister Wanqi, please let me use your charger. I want to send a message to Sister Luo Qi, but my phone is out of power now."

"Oh, the charger is in my room, go get it yourself." A head popped out of the kitchen.

"However, you don't have to worry, I just sent a message to the capitalists."

"Gulu." Wen Yan swallowed and said, "You sent a message to Sister Luo Qi, what did you say?"

He suddenly had a bad feeling.

Be cool.

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ps: Yesterday I had to post excrement to paint the wall.

But Qiang probably got the news and ran away in advance.

Okay, I'm sorry. I'm so ashamed. I'll continue writing now. There should be another chapter for everyone to read tomorrow.

Well, you should, don't wait.
Chapter completed!