Wait, it's not right. Jian'er realized that this situation seemed a little wrong. First, the place where Lei stood was wrong. This is the kitchen! Of course, it's not that Lei never enters the kitchen, but the problem is that this young master always goes straight to the refrigerator when he gets what he wants to eat and goes out without stopping for a moment.

But now, this person is not only standing in the kitchen, but also standing in the wrong position. It is not in front of the refrigerator, but standing... Jian'er rubbed her eyes. She was right. Lei was standing next to the stove. Moreover, it was even more terrifying. This person is not only standing next to the stove, but also holding a spatula in his hand and wearing an apron. Jian'er doesn't know whether to be grateful or regretful. Her apron is just a gift when buying soy sauce. If it is a cute he11okity lace apron... Jian'er's brain automatically makes up for the new image that Lei may appear.

"Splash--" Lightning flashed through Jian'er's sea of ​​consciousness. Jian'er felt like she was instantly split into a black carbon head, and the world of her eyes turned gray and white. Oh my God, that image is so broken, is there any!

No, right? Now isn't the time to think about this. Jian'er knocked her head. She had to quickly figure out what this man was doing. She actually made such a big battle. However, no matter what he was thinking, Jian'er decided to stop him, otherwise, if this person comes here every now and one day, her small villa would be burned by this person.

Although even if this villa is really burned, it would be drizzling if you buy a bigger and better one in Lei's pocket. It's completely stress-free, but this is Jian'er's first house, which has special significance, and she really likes it. Besides, after living there for so long, she has been living in love, so she doesn't want to move.

"Well, thunder. If you are hungry, I usually have some pastries in the refrigerator." Jian'er spoke carefully.

Well, it should be fine for her to say that. This person should be because he is hungry and wants to cook something. Jian'er thought with some uncertainty. But in the past, if this person was hungry, wouldn't he go to find the food stored in the refrigerator by himself? Why would he suddenly want to make it by himself on a whim today? It's fine to make it by himself, but the problem is that there must be a prerequisite here, that is, you have to know how to make it. Jian'er glanced at the messy kitchen with a look of heartache. May I ask you to take my knees away. You are not cooking, you are setting fire to the house!

Lei didn't say anything, but just glanced at Jian'er coldly, her sexy thin lips closed tighter. At the same time, a trace of doubt flashed in Lei's eyes, strange. He had never seen his own woman cooking before. Well, although this was a bit far away, he could still see clearly.

Isn't it just to tie this ugly clothes, turn on the fire, pour oil, throw the things into the pot, and turn them on a few times with a shovel and sprinkle them on the things in the small cans? Why did he make such a big noise when he comes to do it? And...

Lei lowered his head and looked at the thing in the pot that could not be seen at all. Lei's brows frowned. He obviously did it according to all the steps of his own woman, but why was this so different? He looked at the black one in the pot with a little disgust, and could not tell what it was originally an unknown object. What kind of thing was this?

Ignoring Jian'er, Lei looked at the dark and unknown object. He was covered in cold air and his thin lips were pursed even tighter. He had done all the steps right, so why was it so much different from the dishes that were full of color, fragrance and flavor that his own women cooked?!

"Lei?" No Lei responded for a long time. Jian'er called out carefully. What's wrong with this person? He couldn't faint when he stood there like this, right? But his eyes were still open. Could it be that he could faint even if he opened his eyes? In an instant, Jian'er's mind was so open.

"Why?" Lei's cold voice came.

Why? For the first time, Jian'er realized that she could not understand the meaning of the thunder words at all and looked at this person in confusion.

"Why?" Lei pointed to the vegetable pot.

Jian'er looked over in confusion, and then the thick black lines hung from her forehead. The corners of her mouth twitched, looking at Lei with a cool face, wondering whether she should worship or despise her.

Jian'er has heard of the word kitchen idiot and is also fortunate to know this one (Ouyang's beauty clenched her pink fist and showed a gloomy smile), but even the kitchen idiot Ouyang's beauty in her eyes is far inferior to this one. It turns out that the strong one has his own strength, and the mountain is even higher than the other. Compared with this one, Ouyang's beauty's destructive power is not enough.

If the beauty Ouyang is put in the spoon, if this situation is better, it will be difficult to distinguish between oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. This dish can make you eat the five flavors of life. The worst case is to accidentally break a bowl, plate, or something, let the kitchen flood the golden mountain, accidentally splash oil in an oil pan, burn an electrical appliance or something... Anyway, it will only destroy a kitchen.

In the past, Jian'er thought that this person entering the kitchen was a disaster, but now it seems that this person is not enough to see it at all! After all, compared to Lei's pot of corpse and a charred ball, it is impossible to see what kind of "masterpiece" it was before it was put into the pot. Ouyang's beautiful woman's five-flavor dish was not enough to see it at all. Also, this Ouyang beautiful woman at most lost the kitchen, but when she got to Master Lei..., Jian'er secretly wiped the sweat from her forehead. If she hadn't come down quickly, she would probably be her house!

"Say!" Seeing that Jian'er didn't say anything for a long time, Lei couldn't help but gently twist the little face of the woman who was obviously seriously distracted. Well, the touch feels good!

Alas, no, now it's not about the feel problem. Let him first figure out what kind of food has happened in the pot, and he dared to become this kind of virtue. Is there something wrong with the ingredients (Xiao Hai: Poor dish, it's not that the bones are gone and turned into a pile of scorch, but it's his own problem that he's still dependent on it). But this woman was obviously using the dishes in the refrigerator before, why was it wrong to get to him?
Chapter completed!