Chapter 1195

For the Zhan father and son, who have obsessive cleanliness, it is like hearing great bad news.

Zhan Han Jue roared: "Zhan Fengxian, wash the lid of the pot." ”

Zhan Fengxian checked with the naked eye: "It's clean, it's not dirty." ”

Zhan Shu just wanted to escape the catastrophe, so he stood up in a panic: "Daddy Mommy, I'll pick up Tong Bao at school." ”

Zheng Ling was curious: "It's still early for my sister to get out of school?" ”

Zhan Hanjue knew that Zhan Shu had always refused to eat outside meals, and it was impossible for him to accept Yan Zheng's dark cuisine, so he rounded up for Zhan Shu, "Su Shu has been busy with the company's affairs yesterday. I haven't seen my sister yet. Just let him go. ”

Zheng Ling said: "Okay. ”

Feng Xian nodded, the two of them did all the wrong thing, and set things right all the way.

While stir-frying, Fengxian grabbed the lemon dish soap on the side and poured it into the hot pot.

Yan Zheng looked at the three words "dish soap" and always felt that something was wrong.

In the kitchen, when Yan Zheng was washing the inner pot of the rice cooker, Fengxian poured the rice into the rice cooker without an inner liner and plugged it in......

When Yan Zheng came back from washing the inner pot, he saw the rice inside, two people, you stare at me and I stare at you.

Feng Xian laughed, Yan Zheng hurriedly covered Feng Xian's mouth, "Don't laugh." If you let those two cleansing spirits outside know, they might be able to wash us off. ”

Fengxian said as a matter of course: there are many varieties and brands of oil. Maybe dish soap is the brand name of the oil. ”

Yan Zheng said "oh" and nodded, "That makes sense." ”

Then he grabbed the dish soap and poured some more into the pot, saying, "Put more oil, and the fried vegetables will be delicious." ”

"What did you pour?" Yan Zheng asked.

"Oil." Fengxian Road.

Yan Zheng's face was ugly, "But there is dish soap written on it, is this oil?" ”

Pots and pans were spilled everywhere, and corpses were lying on the ground with all kinds of seafood, vegetables and leaves.

Chill Falcon's gaze swept around the kitchen, and finally fell on the overconsumed bottle of dish soap.

A wicked smile appeared on the corner of Warlord's sexy lips.

Zhan Hanjue heard Yan Zheng Fengxian's obviously weak whispering sound from the kitchen, and his heart hung up.

"Zhengling, I'll go to the kitchen and have a look." Zhan Hanjue kissed Zheng Ling's forehead, then got up and walked towards the kitchen.

When I opened the kitchen door, I saw a mess on the floor.

I slandered in my heart, God is too unfair, I gave this man an unnatural appearance, an explosive IQ, and even gave him this kind of small skill that can regulate his feelings.

Yan Zheng couldn't help but tease: "How can you do anything?" ”

Zhan Han Jue glanced at Yan Zheng, and showed off with a full sense of happiness: "I will learn whatever Zheng Ling likes to eat." This is the way of a husband. ”

Sure that these two fried dishes could not fit into the stomach, Zhan Hanjue walked into the kitchen, boiled water with his hands and feet, and then sprinkled the noodles into the water.

He walked around the kitchen with long hands and feet, calmly. Even if he does such a pyrotechnic thing, it also gives people a sense of nobility under the god's mansion.

Yan Zheng and Feng Xian looked at him with admiration.

Yan Zheng was frustrated.

It's just that Xiaoqiang's spirit is troublesome, Yan Zheng is very unconvinced: "Who doesn't have a daughter-in-law, damn, from now on I ...... I also learn. ”

Zhan Hanjue looked arrogant, "Then you have to work hard." I started when I was eighteen. And you're not as talented as me. Let's go into the kitchen more often! ”

After speaking, he picked up his spring white snow noodles and went out.

Yan Zheng and Feng Xian were not to be outdone, and brought all their dishes to the table.