"What are you doing here?" Yu Buhuan pulled Dumpling to his side.
Chu Yunhao first looked at the dumplings, and then at Yu Buhuan. Seeing the serious expression on her face, he couldn't help but panic, and swayed his hands quickly in front of his chest: "Don't be afraid, I'm not here to make him fat."
He's just hungry.
Yu Buhuan glared sharply.
"Making flower fertilizer? What to use?" Dumpling asked innocently and brilliantly.
Chu Yunhao said: "I will do it with you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Yunhao felt two murderous gazes directed towards him. He quickly changed his words and said, "But don't worry, I don't want to do it now."
Because I was too hungry and had no energy.
Yu Buhuan narrowed his eyes: "Chu Yunhao, what do you want?"
"I just want to eat." He looked pitiful, like a withered flower, hanging down like a child who had done something wrong.
Dumpling raised his beautiful neck: "Mother, he is so pitiful."
Yu Buhuan didn't buy it: "Is there not a single servant here?"
Chu Yunhao shook his head decisively: "No. Originally there were, but I made them into fertilizer."
I really, really want to kill this bastard.
He made people into flower fertilizer and looked like he was innocent.
"You can eat if you want, but you can't move without my permission."
Chu Yunhao nodded hurriedly: "Okay, okay."
"Then sit tight."
Like Dumpling, he found a low bench and sat down docilely, staring at Yu Buhuan's movements with his deer-like eyes.
Yu Buhuan came over and suddenly raised his hand to aim at the acupuncture points on his body. Chu Yunhao was faster than her and grabbed her wrist. His eyes were still pure and innocent: "What are you doing?"
"Tap your acupuncture points." Dumpling's voice came from behind. The next moment, Chu Yunhao stood frozen and couldn't move.
He was stoked by that dead flower fat.
Dumpling clapped his hands and walked out from behind Chu Yunhao happily, his face full of pride: "Now you can't move even if you want to."
Chu Yunhao rolled his eyes and went over, not wanting to talk to Hua Fei.
After confirming that Chu Yunhao was not lethal, Yu Buhuan began to cook with peace of mind.
Washing rice, washing vegetables, chopping vegetables, the hot oil pan is sizzling with smoke, and when you put down a plate of vegetables, a fragrant smell immediately rises.
Chu Yunhao sniffed greedily, as if he hadn't smelled this smell for a long time.
Even though we are rich in fine clothes and food every day in the dungeon, no matter how delicious it is, it cannot compare to the delicious food that is cooked and eaten fresh.
A very simple three-course meal was served.
Yu Buhuan wiped her hands and was about to help Chu Yunhao untie the acupuncture points. Who knew that he stood up before her and ran towards the stove: "I'll get the dishes and chopsticks."
Yu Buhuan was completely petrified, but you didn't even touch him?
"Didn't you get acupuncture?" Yu Buhuan couldn't help but ask.
Chu Yunhao put the bowls and chopsticks away, showing helplessness: "You asked me not to move. Since I agreed, I can only pretend that I can't move."
"That's really wronging you." Yu Buhuan said.
"It's okay." He looked very magnanimous.
Chu Yunhao ate four bowls of rice in a row. When the empty bowl was handed over again, Yu Buhuan couldn't believe it.
"Still eating?"
“It’s delicious!”
Taking advantage of the opportunity when the fish was not happy to serve the rice, Dumpling said in a neutral tone: "You are just a loser in my eyes."
Chu Yunhao responded with the same lukewarm response: "In my eyes, aren't you just a pile of fertilizer?"
