After the flash marriage, the fierce Jiuye kissed and hugged every day

After the rice was steamed, Fu Yuheng opened the rice cooker, scooped out two spoonfuls of steaming white rice with a spatula, put them into a plate, and let them cool.

After the rice cooled down, he picked up the wok and started heating the oil.

Xu Qingan came to the Fu family manor at this time.

Butler Zhao took him into the hall.

Let him wait in the hall for a while while he went to inform his young master.

As soon as Butler Zhao approached the kitchen, he smelled a burnt smell.

The closer he got to the kitchen, the stronger the burning smell became.

Butler Zhao couldn't help but frown.

"What's burnt?"

When he walked to the kitchen door, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

The master is cooking!!!!

God!

The young master is actually cooking!

Butler Zhao thought he was seeing things because of his old eyesight.

He rubbed his eyes hard, and then looked again at the tall, handsome figure standing in front of the gas stove in the kitchen.

Butler Zhao was completely shocked! ! ∑(?Д??)

He really is his young master!

This this this this this this!!!!

It's unbelievable!!

Can the young master cook?

He has never seen the young master cook!

What a strange thing.

Butler Zhao tried to calm his shock and started talking about business, "Master, Special Assistant Xu is here."

Fu Yuheng didn't even turn his head and continued to work, "Let him wait in the living room."

Butler Zhao stood at the kitchen door and replied, "Yes."

Then he turned and walked into the hall, asking Xu Qingan to sit on the sofa and wait.

Xu Qingan sat obediently on the sofa waiting for President Fu to finish the things in the kitchen.

Mrs. Meng stood aside, looking at the fried rice in the pot, sweat pouring down her forehead over and over again.

It was the first time for her to see fried rice with oyster sauce, soy sauce, vinegar, light soy sauce, and cooking wine.

When Mrs. Meng was about to say something, her young master had already added all the seasonings.

Seeing the young master's confident look, Mrs. Meng did not dare to open her mouth to stop him.

Because it's too late.

The seasoning and rice are perfectly blended together.

Mrs. Meng, who was standing aside, smelled the indescribable smell coming from the pot. She was struggling in her heart and just wanted to escape from this place.

Young master, you are not making fried rice, you are making dark cuisine!

Still a fighter among dark cuisines!

Mrs. Meng could imagine that if the young lady ate this meal, she might end up in the hospital.

Fu Yuheng didn't control the heat well and the fire was a little too high, so the white rice in the pot gradually turned into black rice.

Mrs. Meng was in the kitchen and always felt like she was practicing Taoism. The whole kitchen was filled with smoke, which made her cough.

The kitchen was almost ordered by the young master.

She has a family, children, and parents, and she doesn't want to die early.

Mrs. Meng was feeling extremely miserable and just wanted it to be over quickly so that she could save her own life as soon as possible.

After a lot of chaos in the kitchen.

Fu Yuheng finally made the egg fried rice.

Mrs. Meng was also rescued.

Fu Yuheng came out of the kitchen, holding the fried rice that he had worked so hard to make, taking off his apron.

Mrs. Meng was overwhelmed when she saw the messy kitchen!

The ancestor finally left the kitchen.

If you don't leave now, this kitchen will probably be scrapped.

Mrs. Meng began to clean up the mess.

When Xu Qingan, who was standing in the living room, saw his boss, he almost didn't recognize him.

President, this is your new perm hairstyleヾ(???)?

Xu Qingan stepped forward and respectfully called out, "Mr. Fu."

Fu Yuheng carried the fruits of his labor to the sofa and sat down.

He pushed the egg fried rice he had prepared in front of Xu Qing'an and said, "Come on, Qing'an, sit here and have a taste."

Xu Qing'an was flattered.

The president is too good to me.

I also cook for myself.

Xu Qingan was so moved that his eyes were filled with tears.

I was filled with gratitude towards Fu Yuheng.

In this life, Xu Qing'an will be the president's man when he is alive and the president's ghost when he dies.

I will never leave the president, be loyal to him all my life, and never betray him.

However, when Xu Qing'an sat down, he looked down at the plate of unknown stuff in front of him and fell into deep thought.

This is?

He couldn't tell what kind of food it was.

It's hard to imagine how this was done.

The plate was black and the contents were also black.

It feels like charcoal. I wonder if it’s edible?

You can also clearly smell a burning smell.

Fu Yuheng kindly handed Xu Qing'an a pair of chopsticks and asked, "Try it and see how it tastes."

Xu Qingan's pupils widened as he stared at the black charcoal in front of him that looked like poison.

If he eats this, he wonders if he will be able to leave the Fu family manor today?

The president suddenly called him here today. Could it be that he wanted to poison him?

The president had never been so nice to him before, and today he suddenly treated him so well that Xu Qingan began to question his life.

Thinking that I haven’t done anything wrong?

He has always done his job honestly, never done anything against the law, and never betrayed the president.

Why did the president want to kill him?

Did I do something not good enough that made the president unhappy and hated him, so he punished him in such a cruel way?

The air conditioner was on in the living room, but Xu Qingan's clothes were already soaked with sweat.

He is still very young and has not married yet. He doesn't want to end his life so early??o·(? ??????????? )?o·?

It's really unpredictable.

I didn't expect that today would be the day of his death.

It seems like I won’t be able to eat hamburgers or fried chicken anymore.

I can't watch Ultraman anymore.

You can no longer work for the president.

Let him die, dying at the hands of the president, his life will be worth it.

Xu Qingan knew that he couldn't escape this test today, so he had to accept his fate.

It's just a mouthful of charcoal, not that serious, not that serious, Xu Qingan tried to comfort himself in his heart.

Xu Qingan took a deep breath and prepared himself to die.

He took the chopsticks from Fu Yuheng with trembling hands, his fingers shaking violently involuntarily and cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

Then hold your breath, pick up a piece of food with chopsticks, close your eyes and quickly put it into your mouth.

I didn't even chew it, I just wanted to swallow it directly to reduce the pain.

But who would have thought that before Xu Qing'an had time to swallow the black rice that had just been brought in, his brows were furrowed so tightly that they could pinch eight flies to death, and the muscles on his originally handsome face began to twitch continuously.

The next second, he couldn't breathe and fainted.

Looking at Xu Qingan's condition, Fu Yuheng poured out the egg fried rice and prepared to make it for his wife again.

In the end, Xu Qingan was carried out of the Fu family manor on a stretcher.