If God had listened to everyone's prayers, he would have died of exhaustion, because there are so many wishes that God can't fulfill them.

So, in general, prayer is basically useless.

It's like the current Zhao Fusheng, looking at Fan Baobao busy in the kitchen with an expressionless face, but he doesn't feel the slightest happiness.

That's right, there is no feeling of happiness at all.

According to reason, a beautiful young girl is willing to wash her hands and make soup for herself, and Zhao Fu should feel happy. But unfortunately, if that girl were a dark chef, I believe that no man would think that he was in a blessing.

Soon, the first course was served.

Looking at the pot-shaped object that was buckled on the plate, Zhao Fusheng blinked: "What is this?"

"Huh?" Fan Baobao was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Mashed potatoes." ”

Mashed potatoes?

Zhao Fusheng felt that his eyes might not have been very good before, why was the mashed potatoes in his memory a little different from the black thing in front of him.

"Ahem, maybe I put a little too much soy sauce. Fan Baobao said with some embarrassment.

Zhao Fusheng nodded, and didn't say much, if the mashed potatoes are not too much, as long as the soy sauce and salt are not too much, it should not be too unpalatable, not to mention that Fan Baobao doesn't make much.

He thought to himself that if he had just rice and water, he would be able to eat some.

But then the things that came up, Zhao Fusheng was not calm, what the hell was that, there were red and green messes, not to mention, what was the black object floating on it?

"This ......" Out of curiosity, Zhao Fusheng still politely asked Fan Baobao.

"It's soup, red for tomatoes and green for cabbage. Fan Baobao also seemed to know that he was not doing very well, so he blinked his eyes and said, "That black one is a pasted green onion......"

Zhao Fusheng really wanted to call his mother for help, he felt that if he finished this meal, he would definitely lose ten years of life.

If that's all there is to it, Fan Baobao didn't know where he learned the Western food method, so he got a sausage and cut it and wanted to make toast for himself.

But the question is, other people's toast is butter fried bread, why is your own toast fried steamed bread slices in soybean oil?

Fan Baobao's face was already dark, originally she didn't feel anything when she was cooking by herself, at least she felt that there was still a little bit of decent taste, but Zhao Fusheng's current reaction and complaining made her not calm at all.

"Is it so unpalatable, you are just too hypocritical!" Fan Baobao glared at Zhao Fusheng and said.

Zhao Fusheng smiled, pointed to another black thing and said, "What is this, don't tell me this is a meat dish." ”

"It's meat, what's wrong!" Miss Fan said confidently: "I just didn't look at the heat, and I was a little burnt." ”

Rolling her eyes, Zhao Fusheng gave her a sneer: "Hehe, you treat me as a blind person or a fool, is this a little burnt, this is obviously completely confused, okay?"

Fan Baobao was immediately embarrassed, but still raised his head: "You care so much, taste the taste." ”

Zhao Fusheng blinked, suddenly took a deep breath and said, "Will you promise me one thing?"

When Fan Baobao heard this, he was stunned, and looked at Zhao Fusheng at a loss, not knowing what he was going to say solemnly, although the relationship between the two people is complicated now, no matter what the reason is, as long as this guy makes a request, Fan Baobao knows very well that he can't refuse.

"Say it, I'll promise you. Fan Baobao said to Zhao Fusheng, but he had already made up his mind in his heart, as long as Zhao Fusheng's request was not excessive, he would definitely agree.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "If I get food poisoning for a while, you remember to help me call the hospital." ”

"Get out!"

Fan Baobao was so angry that he couldn't wait to kick Zhao Fusheng out, but he had just thought about a lot of what he didn't have, and after making trouble for a long time, this guy was purely worried about whether he would eat him.

Zhao Fusheng sighed resignedly, picked up a spoon and dug a spoonful on the mashed potatoes, and then tasted it.

"How's it going?" asked Fan Baobao expectantly.

Zhao Fusheng didn't say anything, just widened his eyes, a shocked expression appeared on his face, and then nodded vigorously.

Fan Baobao was overjoyed when he saw this, picked up the spoon and ate a big bite himself.

"Wow!"

The mashed potatoes entered his mouth, and in an instant a pungent salty taste rushed straight to his brain, Fan Baobao covered his mouth, turned his head and rushed to the bathroom, and spit out in a big gulp.

At this time, Zhao Fusheng also rushed in, and the two of them vomited together at the position of the toilet bowl.

"Gross!"

"Gross!"

After vomiting for a long time, Fan Baobao still felt that his mouth was full of the taste of soy sauce and salt.

Raising her head, she looked at Zhao Fusheng: "You did it on purpose." ”

Zhao Fusheng smiled, wiped the corners of his mouth, and handed Fan Baobao a bottle of water: "I think, how can I enjoy such a delicious thing alone, I have to bring the most important person to me." ”

"Huh?"

Fan Baobao was stunned, and then glared at Zhao Fusheng: "You guy, it's so bad that you are home." ”

"Hahaha!"

Zhao Fusheng smiled proudly, he was undoubtedly very happy to be able to pit Fan Baobao this time.

Since the mashed potatoes are like this, then you don't have to taste the rest of the dishes to know, although Fan Baobao was unwilling, but after taking a sip of soup and rushing to the bathroom again, she also gave up her unrealistic ideas.

After cleaning up the mess, Fan Baobao sat next to Zhao Fusheng with a gloomy face, looking at the instant noodles he placed on the coffee table.

"Am I stupid?"

Miss Fan was obviously hit hard, after all, she carefully prepared and originally planned to show her hand in front of Zhao Fusheng, but instead of succeeding, she was quite embarrassed.

Zhao Fusheng glanced at Fan Baobao, and suddenly said with a smile: "Let me ask you, have you killed someone recently?"

"Huh?"

Fan Baobao looked confused, and he didn't know what Zhao Fusheng was talking about.

"You must have killed the salt seller, otherwise how could you put so much salt in every dish. Zhao Fusheng said with a smile.

"Get out!" Fan Baobao was angry, stretched out his hand and patted Zhao Fusheng's shoulder: "I know nonsense." ”

Then she said seriously: "Don't worry, I'll go back and look at the recipe again, and it will definitely be delicious next time." ”

Zhao Fusheng's face instantly turned pale, and he hurriedly said to Fan Baobao: "That, don't be so troublesome, I'll do it, don't worry." ”

"Huh?" Fan Baobao raised his head and saw Zhao Fusheng nodding quite sincerely.

"Alright then, I'll try your handiwork. Miss Fan nodded, showing a reluctant expression.

Zhao Fusheng looked at her and always felt that something was wrong.