"No, no need." Huasong immediately refused as if he had been bitten by a snake.
Another young man also said quickly: "Yes! No, no, I don't need you to do anything in the kitchen from now on." They were embarrassed and resentful, but they didn't dare to say more. What is this called? It's called self-inflicted abuse.
Damn it! If they had been nicer to this kid from the beginning, or figured it out a little more, they probably wouldn't have been tortured so hard.
The others, even those in the huts, quickly agreed.
Promise that there will be no need to go to the kitchen in Mo Lian City... As for these things, they will take turns doing it in the future.
Mo Liancheng smiled and said nothing, and did not agree. His look, just standing under the tree so lightly, felt so far away, but his silence made these people's hearts beat. Just thinking about it, they have the power of life and death.
But the whole thing was in his hands. Suddenly, a certain man looked at the sky and said, "Just now... I heard someone say bastard, who is this?"
"Yeah!" Suddenly a young man's foot was kicked by Huasong. He stood up with a sad face, "Master Rong, that... means, I mean myself." You have a bad mouth, you really have a bad mouth.
"Oh." Mo Liancheng nodded, turned around, and walked out.
And the direction he walked...
Huasong and others were stunned, because that direction was clearly the kitchen.
About half an hour later.
Several guys who were stretched out of their human form fell in the hall, all of them with extremely ugly faces. Mo Liancheng brought another pot of food from the kitchen. However, compared with the previous time, what was this time? Because before, it was just a sight.
It turned out to be egg and vegetable porridge, but now the juice in half the pot is black and smells bad.
Huasong and others were so frightened that they felt weak, "I, I still have to go to the latrine..."
"Drink them all, three bowls per person." Mo Liancheng said gloomily.
One of them wanted to escape, but as soon as Mo Liancheng caught him, he drank three bowls. Then he threw the bowl away, clapped his hands, and threw the kid aside. He sighed, "Although I have never been born since birth,
I have never been in the kitchen before, but... I am very smart and rarely encounter problems that I can't solve. How could I fail in a small kitchen? "Damn it, it's my first time to cook, and my food seems to have changed.
It's like it's become poison. Now he has to deal with the aftermath.
Next, most of the remaining people forced Mo Liancheng to drink three bowls of it. Only Hua Song looked arrogant and ran to grab the bowl and said, "If you die, you will die. It's almost over now anyway. What's going on?"
Just drink it and that’s it!” So, quickly, drink a bowl in one go, it’s terribly bitter!
Shit! What kind of breakfast is this time?
It tastes a bit like medicine...
Mo Liancheng kicked away the guys who were lying on the ground pretending to be dead, "Whoever has the best cooking skills, if he doesn't make a table of delicious meals within an hour, I will cook again myself." He
He just went out, leaving the whole table in a mess.
After a while.
Several guys lying on the ground were surprised to find that their stomachs were no longer struggling and felt much more comfortable. Several guys were so moved that they wanted to cry. Then, they all looked at the dark black juice that Mo Liancheng had cooked with weird expressions, and checked
After a while, I finally realized that it was a herbal medicine, not a panacea. Being able to make elixirs does not mean that you can treat a doctor.
Some diseases cannot be cured by a magic pill, otherwise, birth, old age, illness and death would not come from the world.
"No! One hour! Hurry up..."
Several guys quickly packed up the pots on the table and ran to the kitchen.