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

Poor Xu Qingan was lying on the hospital bed, still shouting, "No, no."

When the nurses in the hospital saw the patient's miserable condition, they couldn't help but feel some sympathy for him.

How much of a shock would it take to cause someone to shout “no, no” even in a coma.

The long-haired nurse said to the short-haired Xiao Ai, "Xiao Ai, give him an injection of sedative."

"Ok."

This shows how deeply he remembers the egg fried rice made by his president.

I guess Xu Qingan will have nightmares whenever he sees fried rice with egg.

In the Fu family manor.

Fu Yuheng worked in the kitchen for several hours and finally finished preparing the second plate of freshly baked egg fried rice.

This time’s egg fried rice is much better than last time, at least the rice is no longer completely black.

You can vaguely see a few white rice grains on the plate.

Butler Zhao, who was unaware of the situation, was called over by his own young master.

I was standing nervously in the living room, my heart was beating fast and I was very scared.

Fu Yuheng brought his second plate of experimental work to the living room, put it on the coffee table, and motioned for Butler Zhao to sit down. "Butler Zhao, please sit down."

It was the first time that Butler Zhao heard his young master speak to him in such a gentle tone.

He was surprised and terrified, "Master, I, I'd better stand."

The young master was suddenly so nice to him that he was a little uncomfortable with it.

I felt uneasy and queasy, a feeling I couldn't describe.

I always feel like something terrible is going to happen.

Fu Yuheng immediately sat on the sofa and raised his chin towards the plate of egg fried rice on the coffee table. "Butler Zhao, don't be nervous. How about trying my cooking?"

After a long while, it turned out that the young master called him over to have dinner.

Butler Zhao thought he had done something wrong and was so scared that he started to have all kinds of thoughts.

It seems that I am overthinking it.

Butler Zhao stood beside him and said a little embarrassedly, "Master, this is not good."

How could he be so honored to have the chance to eat the meal prepared by the young master himself?

Fu Yuheng looked at him with an indifferent expression and said, "Sit down, you're welcome."

It would be bad to refuse any further, so Butler Zhao obeyed the order and sat down on the sofa.

But the sofa seems a little hot.

Fu Yuheng stretched out his hand and pushed the egg fried rice in front of Butler Zhao, motioning him, "Try it."

Butler Zhao was surprised and delighted, and when he saw the food in front of him, he didn't know how to describe it.

Is this fried white rice with black rice?

There is a little more black rice and very little white rice.

In his entire life, this was the first time he had seen such strange fried rice.

I just don't know how it tastes?

If a person eats it, will he immediately ascend to the Western Paradise?

Butler Zhao's fingers were shaking uncontrollably. He picked up the chopsticks with difficulty, picked up a piece of food, and put it into his mouth.

There was a hint of anticipation in Fu Yuheng's cold eyes as he stared at Butler Zhao's reaction.

Butler Zhao chewed it and found it a little bitter, a little hard, a little salty and a little sweet, with a taste that was hard to describe as strange and overbearing, but it was still edible.

Looking at the young master's face full of anticipation.

This is the first time that the young master has ever cooked.

Butler Zhao didn't want to hit him.

I finished a whole plate of fried black rice and white rice.

In the end, his mouth was full of black, and if you didn’t know, you would think he was poisoned.

Butler Zhao tried to hold back his nausea and put on a friendly smile, saying, "The meal cooked by the young master is delicious."

The kind that's damn delicious.

However, before Fu Yuheng could say anything, "Puff——" a strange smell instantly filled the air.

Fu Yuheng frowned, his face extremely cold.

He covered his nose and left the living room.

Butler Zhao was so embarrassed that his face turned red, and he couldn't help but let out a loud fart.

The next second, Butler Zhao had a terrible stomachache. He had a painful expression on his face, bent over, covered his stomach with both hands, and rushed into the toilet as fast as he could.

The egg fried rice that Fu Yuheng made for the second time ended in failure.

He just doesn't believe that he can't make a plate of fried rice with egg!

In order to make egg fried rice for my wife.

Fu Yuheng entered the kitchen again.

Mrs. Meng had just tidied up the kitchen when she turned around and saw the ancestor who destroyed the world coming.

My heart sank to the bottom.

Why are you here again!

This ancestor might really want to burn down the kitchen and drag her into the abyss!

Seeing that Fu Yuheng was not giving up, Mrs. Meng wanted to make fried rice with egg.

The white hair on his head is sticking out.

In order to save her life, Mrs. Meng stepped forward and advised, "Master, let me do it."

Fu Yuheng's expression was serious and his attitude was firm. "No, I want to do it myself."

Mrs. Meng's heart was hit by billions of attacks again! !

Do it, do it, do it, do it. Young master, you really know how to do it. The kitchen can no longer be made messy like this.

Otherwise it will really be scrapped.

Every time the young master makes fried rice with egg, he has to scrap a pot. Now he has scrapped two pots.

Mrs. Meng only prayed in her heart that the old lady and the young lady would come back soon.

Otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.

How could Fu Yuheng let others do it? He thought it was too insincere.

He decided to make this egg fried rice today.

He just couldn't believe that a mere plate of fried rice could stump him.

He knows everything from childhood to adulthood.

The word impossible never appears in his dictionary.

So, Fu Yuheng became more and more courageous. He tied on his apron again, picked up the wok again, and started making fried rice with eggs for the third time.

This time, Fu Yuheng did not let Mrs. Meng stand by, but wanted to complete it alone.

Mrs. Meng didn't know whether she should be thankful or worried.

I always wonder if something will happen if I leave the young master alone in the kitchen?

Butler Zhao ran to the toilet again and again.

He was so exhausted that he was half dead.

Finally, he could no longer hold on and was carried out of the Fu family manor by the servants to be taken to the hospital for treatment.

As soon as I walked out the door, I ran into the old lady and the young lady.

The old lady looked at Butler Zhao, who was lying on a stretcher, looking exhausted and as if he was half dead, and asked hurriedly, "Butler Zhao, what happened to you?"

"Old lady, young lady, you are finally back!"

Butler Zhao couldn't control himself and tears flowed down his face due to his excitement.

If you don't come back, I'm afraid everyone in the mansion will be in trouble.

"Master, Master, he..."

"What happened to Yuheng?"

When the old lady and Wen Zhihe heard this, they thought something had happened to Fu Yuheng. They became nervous all of a sudden and asked hurriedly.

But before Butler Zhao could finish his words, his face twisted in stomachache.

The old lady called the servant to take Butler Zhao to the hospital quickly, "Quick, take him to the hospital for a thorough checkup."

"Yes."

The two servants quickly carried Butler Zhao away.

I couldn't help but wonder, what happened today?

Just now, Special Assistant Xu was admitted to the hospital, and now Butler Zhao is about to go to the hospital.

They are one more miserable than the other!