China's little master is definitely the recipient

"Shiro, where did you say the little master went?" Dudu said, pouring the rice into the boiling water, stirring the pot a few times with chopsticks. "Shiro, are the shiitake mushrooms ready?"

"It's almost ready!" Shiro took the shiitake mushrooms soaked in warm water, removed the stalks, washed them, then cut them into thin strips, put them in a bowl and handed them to Dudu.

Dudu took the shredded shiitake mushrooms, poured the shredded shiitake mushrooms into the pot, added some salt, covered the pot, and took out some firewood from the fire to make the fire milder.

"How can I understand what the little master is going to do?" Shiro shrugged helplessly, then sat anywhere, watching Dudu busy in front of the pot.

Dudu wiped the sweat off his face, and complained: "Young master is really good. He didn't say where he was going, so he was in such a hurry!" Dudu began to stir the rice porridge continuously, which lasted for about 10 minutes , until the rice porridge is crispy before removing the pot from the fire.

Shiro took out the bowls and chopsticks, Dudu scooped out a bowl of hot porridge and handed it to Shiro before scooping up a bowl for himself.

Just as Shiro was about to drink a spoonful, he found that there was a plate of pickled and crispy radishes in front of him.

Shiro looked up and saw Dudu picking up a piece with a smile, and explained: "This is specially made by Xiaodang's family to eat with porridge. And it's not too spicy. Try it, it is said that his mother's cooking will be better " Then, Dudu put the crispy radish into his mouth, and the sound of chewing was very crisp.

"Made by Xiaodang? Then I must try it." Said, Shiro picked up a piece, put it in his mouth and began to chew.The past seemed to float in front of his eyes... She didn't know that the crispy radish in Sichuan was completely Sichuan-style, not only spicy but also sour.One day, she was so hungry that she secretly took out the radish that Abe's mother had pickled. She was so hot and sour that she didn't dare to let Abe's mother know.

Thinking of this, Shiro squinted his eyes slightly, and he felt that Xiaodangjia's cooking would be more delicious, probably because Xiaodangjia's cooking would be more in line with his taste. It's a bit spicy, but not sour—even though Shiro once tasted it under the chrysanthemum. It's been two years, but he really feels that he really can't hold on to Sichuan's heavy-tasting dishes.

After Shiro drank a spoonful of porridge, he immediately felt the unique refreshing taste of porridge. Since the shiitake mushrooms were freshly picked in the wild, in addition to their delicious taste, they also had an unspeakable flavor.

After eating such delicious shiitake porridge, Shiro couldn't help sighing, he really is a young wife, even a porridge is so delicious!And he's still young, so it's not like him - he has learned cooking for several years, and only his knife skills can meet people, he is simply weak.Otherwise, why would he be so obsessed with finding a so-called super chef?

"Dudu, the porridge you made is really delicious!" Shiro has never been stingy with his praise.

After hearing this, Dudu felt a bit shy on her face. She said, "How delicious is my cooking? The one made by Xiaodangjia is really delicious!" Speaking of Xiaodangjia, Dudu also became proud It seemed that she was the one who did the best job.

Shiro smiled, a little disapproving. Almost every time he talked about similar issues, Dudu always thought that Xiaodangjia's cooking was better than hers, although-most of the cases were indeed the case.

Shiro picked up the white porcelain bowl in front of him, drank the porridge in one gulp, casually took a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth a few times, and said, "Duddu, I have to leave now to solve the problems in my life." It’s a big emergency.” Then, Shiro stood up, patted the weeds behind his buttocks, and then said in a rather reluctant tone: “Dudu, don’t drink all the porridge! Especially the little master Made crispy radishes!"

"I know, I got it!" Dudu felt helpless every time he heard this, "Not everyone is a big eater like you! How do you think I can finish eating!"

Shiro joked with a smile: "Yes, if you really finish eating, no one will ask for Dudu..."

"How come no one wants it!" Dudu blushed, a little annoyed.

Shiro answered immediately: "Yes, someone probably wants it!" Then he smiled extraordinarily cunningly as if he had suddenly realized it.

Seeing Shiro leaving with a sinister smile, Dudu grabbed the weeds under her body, pretending to be annoyed and said, "Shiro is really too!" But then she smiled too, with the shyness of a girl in Huaichun.

In a small corner deep in the dense forest, Shiro had just finished solving a major internal emergency in his life, and walked back very comfortably, humming an out-of-key song.

Suddenly, he saw a familiar white coat, white trousers, and red vest. When he looked closely, he found that the man had flowing and smooth light brown waist-length hair.

Shiro was slightly startled, that kind of clothes were clearly the special chef's clothes that the little boss often wore, and that hair...could it really be that Ah Fei?

Seeing that figure gradually disappearing into the jungle, Shiro hurriedly followed, not thinking carefully about the reason why A Fei appeared here.

After breaking through another cluster of bushes blocking the way, Shiro found that he had lost the trace of the person suspected of being A Fei. He hurried out of the bushes, ran forward several steps, looked around, frowning.

"Where's the person? How did he run so fast?" Shiro was a little anxious, and finally followed the person once, but let the other person run away without a trace.After searching for a while, in desperation, Shiro had no choice but to go back home.He was a little worried that Dudu was alone!

When Shiro passed through a jungle, he vaguely heard the humming of patience, and it was intermittent, as if he tried his best to restrain the sound.

Shiro rushed in quickly, and after looking at it, he was instantly stunned!I saw that usually prudent young man with messy hair spread out on the grass, and his originally neat clothes were torn by him so much that he could hardly cover his exposed white, rosy and thick chest.The young man held his red hairband tightly in his hands, his eyes were closed tightly, his face was extraordinarily rosy, and his white teeth clenched his lower lip tightly to prevent himself from moaning embarrassingly.And this young man is exactly the Lan Feihong that Shi Lang guessed, that is, A Fei.

Seeing this, Shiro's eyes were straightened immediately.It was the first time to see such a beautiful little shou, and Shiro deeply felt that even God was helping him to create such a rare opportunity, how could he not cherish it?

There was a lewd and wretched smile on Shiro's face, he was impatient but still maintained a "self-sacrificing" appearance, and said: "Beauty, you were killed by a traitor, so let me—— to rescue you." You are in trouble! It's not that I want to destroy your innocence, it's just 'I'm not as good as hell, who will go to hell' oh... I'm coming—" At the end, Shiro couldn't bear the temptation of that thick, and he jumped up— ——Now, he finally understands why it is said that men are animals that think from the lower body, and the feeling that the sperm is on the top of the brain simply doesn't care about anything!Although, his age does not make him a real male silver at all.

Holding that slightly cold body, Shiro sighed blissfully, and hurriedly raised and lowered his hands somewhat jerky.

However, when Shiro finally tore off the "package" of A Fei's upper body, he suddenly found that the half-naked handsome man under him directly turned into a big rock, and the clothes he finally tore off before became a team of people who were ravaged What a poor weed!

Seeing the beautiful man directly turned into a stone and weed, Shiro's eyes turned red with anger, and he growled in hatred: "Which damned son of a bitch stole my wife—" Shiro's voice stopped abruptly, and he saw that his whole body was dry. The clean and extremely tidy A Fei stood not far away and looked at Shiro, with an ordinary expression on his face, which made Shiro, who was severely petrified, unable to guess his thoughts.

Shiro felt that he had fallen into the dark abyss of despair, his whole body was petrified, broken into fine crumbs, and then weathered... Shiro, whose mind was blank, cried out in pain in the abyss—the reason, everyone understands!

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