She is deeply trapped in the Shura field, and the love-brained boss is mad

Song Zhisheng agreed: "Brother Xiao is right."

Fu Linxing came over and said, "I suggest that the reward for hard work be set as a bonus."

“Just thinking about it gives me a lot of motivation.”

After Fu Linxing finished speaking, he couldn't help laughing.

There was a great atmosphere with a group of people in the kitchen.

Suddenly someone brought up serious matters.

"By the way, what kind of food do you think would be good to prepare for this picnic?"

Meng Changyao looked at the time and felt that the important matters needed to be discussed quickly.

Picnic...

Song Zhisheng thought about it seriously. With so many people, those soups and waters would definitely not work.

Even if you want to bring soup, you can only bring one to avoid spilling it or something.

As for food, she simply turned her head and looked at Xiao Zhi: "Brother Xiao, do you have any ideas?"

Song Zhisheng knew that he was a good cook, but he also had self-awareness and knew that his cooking skills could not compare to Xiao Zhi's.

Xiao Zhi has studied many cuisines, so he must have a lot of ideas.

"My idea?" Xiao Zhi said unconsciously, as if he had not thought it through yet.

In fact, Xiao Zhi didn't have time to think about it at all.

Every time before, when it came to eating, he would think carefully and come up with different ways to make delicious food. He was very reliable.

But this time, when going out for a picnic, Xiao Zhi's focus was not on eating, but on thinking about the lucky bag.

The inquiry card has now been used by someone, and it is impossible to confirm who used it.

Xiao Zhi could only assume that one of the other three male guests had indeed obtained this card.

If this assumption is true, he has indeed lost an opportunity and fallen behind.

Then the last special opportunity in front of us becomes very important.

He must get this lucky bag in order to be on par with a rival who secretly got the inquiry card.

Xiao Zhi had been thinking about these things and didn't really take the picnic seriously.

Song Zhisheng suddenly asked him, and he seemed to come back to his senses and started thinking seriously.

Since the two elders of the Mohist School are here today, we can’t really think carefully about having a picnic.

The two elders are quite old and cannot eat spicy or heavy food, so we have to prepare something light.

Soup and fruit after meals are also necessary.

Xiao Zhi thought for a while, and suddenly said: "Can we make some cookies and desserts?"

If you are going on a picnic, this is the most convenient way to do it.

Song Zhisheng was pleasantly surprised: "I thought of that, too."

She was about to speak, but Xiao Zhi said it unexpectedly.

“This is tacit understanding.”

Xiao Zhi grinned and raised his hand.

Song Zhisheng understood immediately, and reached out and high-fived him with a smile.

Fu Linxing, who was standing behind the two of them, looked at them with resentment on his face, as if his heart was about to break.

It was clearly him who had a tacit understanding and high-fived Song Zhisheng before, but now it has become Xiao Zhi.

It really makes people feel sad and upset.

It was as if he could show off that his unique gift was suddenly given to someone else, making him realize with facts that it was not unique to him.

Fu Linxing was emo for a short while, and reluctantly followed the two people as they discussed preparing the ingredients.

"I'll help too."

No matter how sad I am, giving up is impossible.

Grandma Mo saw everything. She glanced at her grandson's suddenly solemn expression and was really worried for him.

The competition is fierce.

If Xiaoyan doesn't work harder, the little girl might forget about him.

Grandma Mo is well-read. She thought about the plots of some novels she had read before and felt that as a grandmother, she had to lend a hand.

"I may not be good at other things, but I do know how to make desserts."

As Grandma Mo spoke, she rolled up her sleeves and walked into the kitchen to wash her hands, standing next to Song Zhisheng.

Song Zhisheng looked at it, thought about it, and said with a smile: "Grandma, why don't you go and chat with Brother Mo and take a rest, we will do these things."

There are many tourist attractions here, and she didn't know how far the two elders had come from.

Song Zhisheng thought that they could just take their time to get busy.

The two elders just need to have a good rest.

Meng Changyao also meant this: "Grandma, Zhisheng and I have the same idea. You must have been on the car for quite a long time to get here. You should go and rest."

Although Grandma Mo is old, she is in very good health. Even if she doesn't give her grandson a chance, she is unwilling to sit there and rest.

"There's no need to rest. Even though I'm old, I'm still strong and healthy."

"Grandma will make you a little pastry that I just learned how to make a while ago, so you can try it."

Grandma Mo looked very energetic. Even if Song Zhisheng and the others wanted her to rest, they couldn't ask her to do so. They could only let her do it.

Song Zhisheng took a few eggs and planned to make some cookies.

Once he starts working, he becomes extremely focused, his eyes fixed on the chopping board in front of him.

Grandma Mo glanced at her as she took the flour, and her eyes became more and more satisfied.

She likes people who are serious about doing things.

After pouring the flour, Grandma Mo looked up to find her grandson.

Upon seeing this, his expression immediately became a little disappointed.

What is this kid doing standing there like an idiot?

Within sight, Mo Jinyan was standing outside the kitchen, not coming in, his eyes seemed to be hesitant.

After getting angry, Grandma Mo thought about how her grandson had never been exposed to these things, so she turned off the engine and called out to him:

"Xiao Yan, come and help grandma."

Mo Jinyan heard his grandmother's voice and looked over.

Grandma Mo looked at Song Zhisheng beside her and signaled him to come over quickly with her eyes.

The hesitation in Mo Jinyan's eyes disappeared instantly. He walked over and stood between his grandmother and Song Zhisheng.

Song Zhisheng had just prepared the necessary materials and turned his head to look over.

Mo Jinyan was stirring the egg liquid in the bowl at Grandma Mo's request. His movements were a little stiff, and it was obvious that this was his first time cooking.

Grandma Mo happened to see this scene, laughed in her heart, and assisted.

"Xiao Yan, add the flour when it's almost done. If you have any questions, you can ask others. Grandma will go prepare the other ingredients first."

A hint of panic flashed across Mo Jinyan's eyes. When he looked in the direction of the voice, his grandmother had already turned and left.

His hand movements slowly stopped, and he became a little... at a loss.

In an unfamiliar field, you worry about making mistakes every time you take a step.

Mo Jinyan withdrew her gaze and looked at Song Zhisheng beside her, and their eyes met.

Should I ask her?

Mo Jinyan became nervous and immediately began to organize his words.

Song Zhisheng had finished his preparations. Seeing Mo Jinyan pause and look at a loss, he took the initiative to speak:

"Just keep stirring, and when you think it's almost done, add some flour. Once there are no lumps, add some more and keep repeating."

The kitchen was quite noisy, and Song Zhisheng spoke slower because he was afraid that he might not have heard clearly.

Mo Jinyan's organized words were useless. After hearing Song Zhisheng's words, he only said dryly:

"okay, I get it."

When Grandma Mo came back and heard this, she felt so dry and choked.