I was trapped by the domineering president of the paranoid

Gu Ning is a kind little angel, it is impossible for others to watch him drink. The soup brought at noon every day is divided into a bowl of Peng Song, so he boiled some more.

Peng Song happily shared this Yan Jiayan’s soup every day. I don’t know how nourishing it is. Today, black chicken soup with wolfberry, pork ribs and radish soup tomorrow, and chestnut and pork bone soup the day after tomorrow.

The thing Peng Song looks forward to most every day is the noon when Gu Ning brings soup every day.

He was happy, Yan Jiayan stared at him with deep resentment every day, Peng Song didn't know how to restrain himself, and dangled the soup that Gu Ningsheng gave him every day in front of Yan Jiayan.

So one day, it was finally Yan Jiayan's turn to take revenge on him.

Qiao Yuliang would call every once in a while to ask what Peng Song likes recently.

Yan Jiayan looked at the people outside enjoying the soup, and said something sinister;

"He likes to drink soup recently, but he likes it."

——Qiao Yuliang overjoyed——

"Really!? I'm going to learn how to make soup now, and cook it for Song Song every day."

"Well, he especially likes gecko black chicken soup, remember?"

Qiao Yuliang is strange, gecko?Can geckos drink with black-bone chicken?

But since Xiaoyan said so, it must be true, Qiao Yuliang couldn't help feeling why Song Song's taste has been so heavy in recent years.

Yan Jia said that he took a deep look at the people outside, and felt better with you.

Qiao Yuliang went to buy geckos and black-bone chickens. As a young master who never touches spring water, Qiao Yuliang had no idea how to make soup, so he went to buy a book and followed the instructions above.

The next day, Qiao Yuliang brought a Band-Aid and a thermos to Yan Jiayan, and asked Yan Jiayan to give it to Peng Song.

In the past, people who couldn’t cook on TV always felt exaggerated when they scratched their hands. It was not until I tried it that I realized that this knife was not obedient at all, and I scratched my hands all day long.

He was also scalded several times, Qiao Yuliang was extremely wronged, but for Song Song, everything was worth it!

Yan Jiayan was startled when he saw his appearance as if his yang energy had been sucked dry.

"Big Qiao, you went to be a thief last night. No matter how you got into such a ghostly state, you can see the soul floating above your head."

"No, it's the first time I'm making soup, I'm afraid I'll boil it dry, I've been watching."

Qiao Yuliang was dying, so he handed over the thermos bucket to him and confessed to him;

"Please give it to Song Song, I will go back first."

After speaking, he drifted away all the way.

Yan Jiayan felt a little uneasy about his conscience. Isn't it a little unkind to make Qiao Yuliang like this for the sake of rectifying Peng Song?

At noon Gu Ning brought him soup again, imagined to give Peng Songsheng a bowl as usual, Yan Jiayan pressed his hand.

With a smile on his face, he took out Qiao Yuliang's thermos bucket. Since Lao Qiao put so much effort into making the soup, Peng Song couldn't justify not drinking a sip.

Yan Jiayan opened the thermos, and a very strange smell wafted out, Yan Jiayan frowned, what's going on, the smell is so strong.

Gu Ning also frowned, looked at him, wondering if he wanted to kill someone.

"Look at what I'm doing, I didn't cook it." Yan Jiayan slapped the fan to remove the smell, and poured out the dark "black chicken soup." Into the Pengsong bowl, waiting for him to take the bait later.

Gu Ning pressed his hand and looked at him strangely;

"Come on, it's not enough for a bowl of soup. At worst, I'll cook a little more."

Yan Jiayan looked at Gu Ning's expression of suspicion that he wanted to murder, Yan Jiayan quit;

"Look at what I'm doing. This is the love chicken soup that Da Qiao cooked for him. He's not sour. You cook it for me. Now he has it too."