Sang Wanzhou here had just washed the rice and poured it into the pot. When he was about to pour water, Xiao Fubao stopped him again.
"Brother, the master said that the water added should not exceed the height of one knuckle."
Xiao Fubao's voice paused, and his eyes gradually became suspicious.
Then, she asked Sang Mizhou with a soul-searching question: "Brother, you can't cook, can you?"
Sang Mizhou: "..."
[Hahahahaha, torture that hits the soul! Sang Mizhou’s expression froze! 】
[Baby, you just realized that your brother can’t cook? It’s so funny!]
[One of them really dares to cook and the other dares to eat!]
Sang Mizhou's mouth twitched sharply.
Of course he can't say in front of children that he can't cook, right?
That’s so shameless!
Even her six-year-old child knows how to cook. Wouldn't it be too embarrassing for a 25-year-old adult to say he can't do it?
Sang Mizhou, who wants to be strong in his life, will never bow his head!
"How is that possible? My brother knows how to cook, but he just forgot about it after not doing it for a long time. Just go and wait to eat." Sang Mizhou defended himself lightly.
Xiao Fubao's eyes were still dubious.
It was obvious that he didn't believe what he said.
But in order not to refute his face, she had no choice but to nod and climb onto the chair next to the table, took down the vegetables, put them into the basin at the door that was bigger than her face, and squatted down like how Sang Mizhou had just washed the rice.
Wash the dishes at the door.
In the kitchen, Sang Wanzhou had a sudden thought and added a knuckle's worth of water to the kitchen.
I burned some firewood under the stove with the lighter I borrowed from the program crew, and squatted in front of the stove with a bamboo fan to fan the fire.
His posture was like that of the little old man in the village, and there was nothing top-notch about him.
[Hahahaha, Sang Wanzhou, what a burden! Don’t you want your baggage anymore? 】
[He has a lot of trouble. I still have photos on my phone of fans meeting him squatting on the street eating barbecue and drinking beer!]
[Hey, hey, I have the one upstairs too! He wears a tank top and shorts, big slippers, gold-rimmed glasses on his face, and his hair is messy. If it weren’t for the high-definition pictures, plus my looks and figure are too tough, I would have
You have to wonder if it’s him!]
[Hahahaha, Sang Wanzhou: Shame! Don’t mention my dark history!]
In the midst of the lively live broadcast, a colorful barrage suddenly floated out, which was extremely eye-catching.
[His dark history is gone. He sleeps with fans, beats people, and plays big names. This little Fubao is six years old. What a coincidence. Six years ago, wasn't Sang Wanzhou happened to be photographed accompanying a pregnant woman to a prenatal check-up? Ha. That's right.
Could it be that this little Fu Bao is actually his daughter? The two of them look so similar.]
Sure enough, as soon as this sentence came out, the entire live broadcast room exploded.
Everyone is discussing the relationship between Xiao Fubao and Sang Wanzhou.
Zhou Dong didn't see anything good in front of the computer, and immediately led the navy to try to reverse the rhythm of the barrage.
But the opponent was obviously well prepared. The rhythm was wave after wave, and they were all colorful barrages, not giving any chance to whitewash.
Only when there is a seam can the needle be inserted. They don't even leave a seam, so how can the needle be inserted?
The barrage exploded in an instant. Sang Mizhou's past a few years ago, and even false gossip began to appear on the barrage.
One after another, even things that may have never been done become real under the evidence of some evidence with photos.