Wu Zheng held the pill that looked like it had expired in his hand, with a look of disgust on his face, just like an underripe bitter melon. Old Man Hua was proud of his appearance, and he smiled when he met everyone, as if he was
Soak up the wind and the second spring comes.
Wu Zheng followed speechlessly, saying that Old Man Hua was very energetic. However, Old Man Hua's behavior also brought a lot of trouble. Because Old Man Hua was not only limited to smiling at men, he also smiled when he saw women.
And his smile became even brighter. Along the way, Old Man Hua showed his disrespectful smile to several decent women. Not to mention these passers-by, even Wu Zheng couldn't help but smile when he saw her.
Take a sip.
Back at Hua Mansion, while it was still early, Wu Zheng ran to the kitchen and dissolved the pills in water according to Old Man Hua's instructions. However, the bones of the pills were hard and they refused to dissolve no matter how hard they tried. Wu Zheng
I sighed in my heart, thinking that if I can't cure the playboy, I can't cure you.
So in a fit of anger, he directly boiled water in a pot, and threw the pills that were not in good quality under the watch of many chefs. The surrounding cooks gathered around, thinking that Wu Zheng was going to show off his skills again.
A group of adoring people gathered around and watched.
There were a few chefs who were good at flattering, and they couldn't help but cheer nearby. They were afraid that others wouldn't notice, so they raised their voices specially for this reason. Good guy, with this voice, Wu Zheng has completely become the center of the kitchen. In Wu Zheng's heart
He was also depressed. He didn’t know when he started. As soon as he entered the kitchen, he would be surrounded by people. He said that he wanted to show off his skills and learn a few tricks. Wu Zheng was embarrassed to steal food, so he had to blatantly say
It's time to try it.
As Wu Zheng added firewood to the fire, the fire burned hotter and hotter, and the water temperature gradually increased. Wu Zheng's eyes were fixed on the pills. Finally, it began to gradually dissolve, and Wu Zheng relaxed.
The tone and the heart say that if you don't dissolve, you will be too weak and you should be embarrassed.
The pills were dissolving at a speed visible to the naked eye under the high temperature. At this time, someone suddenly underestimated and said, "Who farted?"
The voice was not loud and did not attract the attention of the people around him. After all, it was not directed at his face, so no one paid attention. However, when Wu Zheng heard these words, he suddenly had a bad premonition. Wu Zheng was moved.
Move your nose and smell it hard.
The next moment, Wu Zheng's pupils contracted violently. The smell seemed to be emanating from the pot. Wu Zheng could not forget the smell of the pills. It was a smell that was difficult to describe in words. It was smelly and sour.
, has a fishy smell, and even a foul smell. That yellow
Daxian is definitely a top-notch one, one that is rare to see in a hundred years. Otherwise, who could make such a crazy pill? At this moment, Wu Zheng wanted to curse. What kind of pill is this? It has been dissolved in the water.
There is a pot of water, and it doesn't stop.
Wu Zheng had heard that a fish stirred the pot full of stench, but at this moment, another sentence automatically appeared in his mind, a pill of medicine stirred the pot full of stench. He was probably going to cause trouble this time, as there was a stench from the kitchen.
, what would outsiders think? Huafu has the virtue of recycling? Only a ghost would believe it.
In desperation, Wu Zheng came to his senses and happened to see the pot lid next to him. So without saying anything, Wu Zheng quickly took it and covered it on the pot. Sure enough, the smell disappeared, and Wu Zheng
Then he breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that his reputation as a chef almost disappeared because of this. He reached out and touched his forehead again, and there were already fine beads of sweat.
But the next question came again, how should he take out the medicine? Wu Zheng raised his eyes and glanced at the cook who was surrounding him, and started to have a headache again. Is he so good-looking? Everyone seemed to be staring at him
Looking at him like the lover in his dream, his eyes glowing with green light. Wu Zheng felt for the first time that he was also a hot commodity.
Hua Gongzi searched for Wu Zheng in the house for a long time, but he didn't see even a shadow. Of course, Hua Gongzi didn't start looking for Wu Zheng with the mentality of teaching Wu Zheng a lesson, but because he was afraid that Wu Zheng would get lost.
If someone else lost it, Hua Gong wouldn't worry. The key thing this time was
Wu Zheng. Ever since I met Wu Zheng, I have never let myself worry. Either there is a problem here today, or there is something wrong somewhere. Unknowingly, the playboy has become Wu Zheng's guardian.
Wu Zheng called out "You are my daddy" in a kind and gentle manner.
As the young man was walking around, he met the old butler. From the looks of it, he seemed to be looking for him. When he saw him, he ran over. The young man's view of the old butler was basically the same as Wu Zheng's. They were all the same.
He looked over, because in Hua Gongzi's view, the old housekeeper's IQ was on par with Wu's.
The old butler stopped a few steps in front of the handsome man, smiled politely, and then got to the point, "Master, I am waiting for you in the study."
The playboy pressed his nose with his little finger, said yes, and then walked away.
The old housekeeper was used to the playboy's careless attitude, so he had no choice but to say it again, "Master, I am waiting for you in the study."
This time, the playboy finally stopped and said with his hands behind his back, "Let him wait." After that, he raised his neck and left obviously.
The old housekeeper sighed, he knew that his young master had a bad temper. In fact, thinking about it, how could a son reconcile with his father just after being beaten? He thought to himself that if he were a son, he would not reconcile, then
What a loss of face.
Hua Gongzi always felt that Wu Zheng had not left the house, but he just didn't know where he was hiding. Suddenly, Hua Gongzi slapped his forehead, wondering why he missed a place. Thinking about it, he walked in one direction towards the kitchen.
Wu Zheng didn't eat anything in the morning. Now he finally got to the kitchen and had to eat a big meal. However, every time Wu Zheng picked up something, the chefs around him would look at it for a long time, for fear of missing some exquisite craftsmanship.
Wu Zheng was helpless at this time. He thought to himself that he was just eating something, so what?
Wu Zheng's ugly eating appearance was completely seen by the group of cooks. Even then, they even praised him crazily, saying that his posture was elegant and his movements were skillful. These people really like to flatter themselves, and they eat like this.
explain.
At this time, Young Master happened to walk in from the outside and caught a glimpse of Wu Zheng who was enjoying his meal. Well, it turned out that this guy was really hiding here and eating. Young Master walked in angrily and directly
Wu Zheng was hit on the head with a fan.
Wu Zheng was in pain and bit his tongue again. The pain was so bad that he almost burst into tears.
As for the cooks who were around just now, they all
Seeing that the situation was not going well, they all ran away, leaving no one behind, as if they were fleeing for safety. Wu Zheng cursed in his heart, they were all unfaithful masters, and they would run faster than anyone else if something happened.
The playboy didn't care much about these details. He stretched out his hand to grab Wu Zheng's back collar and asked, "Where have you been today?"
But when Mr. Hua finished speaking, Wu Zheng's fearful expression that he expected did not appear. On the contrary, he was unusually calm. Mr. Hua thought to himself, what's wrong with this guy? He's suddenly not afraid of himself? Look at Wu Zheng's look.
, very calm, and not like he was pretending. Could it be said that his method is outdated? Young Master Dandy frowned and began to carefully look at Wu Zheng in front of him.
Then before Wu Zheng could say anything, Hua Gongzi suddenly made a shocking statement, "You are not Wu Zheng, tell me, who are you?"
"What." Wu Zheng's eyes widened. What does it mean that he is not Wu Zheng? Before Wu Zheng could understand the situation, he was hit on the head by the folding fan again.
Wu Zheng screamed in pain and ran violently in the kitchen. The playboy followed closely behind him, cursing as he chased, "Who the hell are you, how dare you pretend to be Wu Zheng."
Wu Zheng was beaten back and forth by Hua Gong more than ten times before Hua Gong stopped his movements and said in surprise, pretending to be in disbelief, "Are you Wu Zheng?"
Wu Zheng was so angry that he couldn't have been Wu Zheng. Who else could he be if he wasn't Wu Zheng? Hua Gongzi had recently taught him a lesson, and he had begun to stop making excuses. He would just come up with an excuse and arrange it for himself. Wu Zheng, the child, felt aggrieved and so angry.
How pitiful.
Although Wu Zheng was beaten, it was not very serious. The next moment he put on a sly smile and said directly to the pot, "The old man asked for medicine for you, just boil it in the pot."
When Hua Gongzi heard this, his heart felt warm. Although his grandfather was not too serious, he could not hide his kindness to him. However, this was the first time that Hua Gongzi heard that Chinese medicine was boiled in a big iron pot.
It would be strange if he didn't get stewed. If Wu Zheng is good at cooking, the playboy can't refute it. But when it comes to making medicine, he seems to be an amateur.
Playboy stepped forward and opened the lid of the pot with his hands behind his back. Wu Zhenggang wanted to stop it, but it was obviously too late. As Playboy opened the lid of the pot, gray-black water vapor evaporated instantly. Not only that, a sudden
A sour smell filled the entire room, and the entire kitchen suddenly seemed to have hundreds of pairs of sweaty feet.
Hua Gongzi was the first to bear the brunt. Wu Zheng could even see the black mist directly wrapping Hua Gongzi tightly. The black mist was like a terrifying monster. It swallowed Hua Gongzi and continued to expand outwards.
Come on. Wu Zheng was startled and quickly covered his nose and ran outside.
Looking at the playboy again, his eyes were filled with tears due to the smell. His nose was sour and his nose was running wildly. The smell was too much, and his head was dizzy, and he almost plunged directly into the pot.
Wu Zheng had already run out of the door and could hear the playboy's roaring voice: "Wu Zheng, don't run away, you finish the drink for me." Wu Zheng didn't dare to stay after hearing this, if he really drank the medicine
Tang, maybe you can bid farewell to this world in the future.
Afterwards, the medicinal soup in the pot mysteriously disappeared. The only clues left were the proud look in the playboy's eyes and the sound of Wu Zheng's constant hiccups.