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Text Chapter 401 Pink stars are blooming, this is our cozy banquet (5)

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    Life is not only contentment, but also poetry and distance, ribs and soup - jk Wei Hai There is a new person in the living room who can make a lot of noise. I am afraid that the lively atmosphere needs to be elevated to two or three levels.  As soon as I read the book www?w?¡¤1k?a?nshu¡¤cc Since Tiffany immediately made a big move for me as soon as he came, I no longer had the intention of dragging Jiang Xijun to help in the kitchen.  After all, asking him to deal with several animals gathered in a circle would kill more of his brain cells.  After looking at each other and smiling at Zhang Bo next to us, we both turned around and quickly re-entered the cooking mode.  However, before that, Zhang Bo, who helped me dismantle and install the barbecue plate, pointed at the top of my head once.  He continued with a little smile on his lips, and said to me: "Speaking of which, that bean sprout on your head is really cool." This should be regarded as a last-ditch shot, anyway, after hearing this, I felt somewhat  The frustration increased and I chopped the kitchen knife in my hand with all my strength.  However, I did not choose to take off the bean sprouts on my head because I was too excited.  Since the atmosphere is so exciting today, let¡¯s just let it all go.  The hands and fingers on the dial are still getting colder, and the raw materials are washed with cold water one by one, and then they are ready to be put into the pot.  Therefore, there are gradually many more aromas in the kitchen, intertwining and mixing with each other.  The first salad with lots of cranberries was still in the refrigerator, followed by the tomato spareribs, and then the shredded pork with Beijing sauce, which was made entirely by myself.  I can¡¯t say that I made this dish very authentically, but I basically put the most thought into it.  Anyway, they have never eaten this dish. Whether they can accept this taste will only depend on their reactions later.  As for what we are preparing to make now, it is a tinfoil honey sauce grilled steak. However, Zhang Bo and I have been tinkering with this advanced oven for a long time, but we still don¡¯t understand how to use it, so I didn¡¯t plan to shout.  Jiang Xijun was still yelled at by me.  What a coincidence.  ??When I read w?w?w¡¤1?ka?n?shu¡¤cc when this guy died, he actually had a handful of bean sprouts on his head.  However, his is more exaggerated than mine because please pay attention to my wording just now, yes - it is a handful on his head.  The one on my head is one.  It can be seen from this that the group of guys outside have gone crazy.  The music was rising higher, and at eleven o'clock, it just switched to Keane's "Every Wave Dysg".  It's the clearest beat I've ever heard.  No matter how bad your mood is, as long as you listen to it, you will definitely feel better and feel relieved in one second. ????????????????????? This seems to be a bit absolute. After we used the off-site help, Jiang Xijun, who came to help figure out the oven, did not feel better at all.  Before, this guy was afraid that we would leave him working in the kitchen. Now, I only saw him begging me hard with a "save me" expression on his face.  Let me not leave him in the hands of those people in the living room again.  How could I possibly agree to this request?  As a person with soft principles, since you don¡¯t want to come to the kitchen to work, then of course I can¡¯t force you.  Finally, I yelled at the living room: "Okay, we know how to operate the oven. If nothing happens, just hurry over." As soon as I finished yelling, I heard Li Shunkyu quickly give the answer.  reacted.  "Ah, come here quickly, Jiang Xijun, are you trying to cheat? Our Xiujing threw a red heart outright and killed you with nine rings. Are you not convinced or what?" After listening to Shungui's reply,  This is what I came here to say.  I just realized that these guys were playing darts again.  It's just that the tail of her sentence, why does it seem so paradoxical that it sounds like Northeastern dialect?  This girl actually talked about the taste of Northeast China in Korean, which was a bit embarrassing.  It doesn¡¯t matter if you don¡¯t want to laugh or not.  Looking at Jiang Xijun who was still staying with us, he saw that he couldn't hide anymore, so he simply patted the hem of his clothes, put on a domineering and fearless look on his face, and actually walked toward us with a pace that looked at death as if he were home.  Walked over to the living room.  ??Ò»¿´Êéwww?w¡¤1?k?anshu¡¤cc The end.  He lowered his head and muttered a few words.  Zhang Bo and I both heard him repeating: "It's a little evil, a little evil." These words are really so apt. Zheng Crystal, who is a natural sports expert, is really a little evil when he throws darts.  The heating of the air conditioner was turned on to the maximum. After the episode just now, the relaxing and comfortable factor filled the whole room together with the heating.  With this atmosphere and the still-roaming music, we speeded up the preparation of Chinese food.  With the help of Zhang Bo, I became very good at swinging, which can even be said to be a bit long, and completed a few moreDishes.  Finally, it¡¯s time to cook the staple food.  Tomato bacon spaghetti and mushroom and chicken baked rice, in order to prevent the previous dishes from getting cold, these two staple dishes were started simultaneously.  In addition, I asked Zhang Bo to call Zheng Xiujing from the living room, not for anything else, but because the Japanese smoothie, a dessert that this girl has been thinking about for a long time, was almost ready to be made.  When she heard that it was time to show off her skills, Zheng Xiujing rushed over and put a flower mushroom card on Zhang Bo's empty head.  Then, after she smiled and plucked the bean sprouts on my head, she obediently came to the edge of the cooking table, smoothed her sleeves and took out the fruit.  As for what this girl is wearing, it is much more high-end and classy compared to us.  The best we could do was to wear an inexplicably neurotic card, while she wore a cute panda ear headdress.  Of course, the adjective "cute" was coined by her from her childhood. In my eyes, His Highness Zheng, who has always been cool and cool, doesn't match the panda ears at all.  ¡°ButI didn¡¯t have the guts to say this in front of her, I only dared to think about it in my heart.  Looking at Jung Soo-jung who started to take action quickly and without any hesitation, for a moment I couldn't help but think of Kim Taeyeon.  When that guy was on the set of Casio, he also said that he wanted to show off his talents, but it turns out that she probably forgot about it.  The staple food production area and the dessert production area were clearly separated for a while, but they were not too far apart.  I don¡¯t know why, but after Zheng Xiujing entered the kitchen, Zhang Bo didn¡¯t speak anymore. To be precise, no one spoke.  The three of us were busy doing what we were doing. I was frying chicken breasts, and Zheng Xiujing was using a plum blossom-shaped grinder to cut the bananas on my hands.  This sudden silence lasted for a while, until Crystal finished cutting all the bananas, put the washed raspberries, strawberries, and apples into the blender, took out some of the free space, and moved slowly one step at a time.  To my edge.  At first, she just looked at me silently for a while without saying anything. It wasn¡¯t until the long gaze made me turn around and look at her inexplicably that the girl spoke.  It¡¯s just that the content of this opening was somewhat beyond my expectations.  She suddenly suppressed her smile, looked at me with a nonchalant expression and said, "When are you going to go home? Can I go back with you." At this point, just for a moment, I suddenly  I feel that one head is as big as two, and I am on the verge of a panic.  I have no idea why this girl would do this to me on a whim.  Why do she and Kim Taeyeon want to follow me back?  zg It¡¯s not like they¡¯ve never been there before, so why are they so keen on it? Compared with how to respond to Jessica Jung, this question took up more of my thinking memory.  "Just when I was getting into complicated tangles, Zheng Xiujing on the side saw that I didn't speak. She puffed up one cheek and then spoke again.  "In January and February, my announcements seemed to rarely mention f(x)'s next album, and I don't know when it will be." This is equivalent to a reminder. The subconscious meaning of this sentence is that  I totally have time.  There was really nothing I could do, and I was temporarily freed from the question of "why". I took out the meat from the pot, extinguished the blue flame on the stove, and turned to face Xiujing who moved her arms to her chest.  When I turned around, I didn¡¯t even notice that I was still holding the spatula in my hand.  To be honest, I feel a little grand at the moment.  "Zheng Xiujing, I'm not going back to China this time for fun, and I'm going back to the country, not France, Germany, or Italy. What's more, I don't plan to stay long this time. Why are you following me?" A reason that was not a reason came out of his mouth.  Zhang Bo, who was listening to the whole process, remained silent and continued to do what he was doing.  As for Zheng Xiujing, who listened to what I said, she did not lower her arms and did not change her indifferent expression.  In my eyes, she just pursed her lips slightly, and then took a small breath.  "Okay, that's all. Anyway, I'm just talking. But actually, when I said I wanted to go back with you, it wasn't just for fun. I just didn't want to be alone." Ichiban was a little confused.  The nonsensical explanation was spoken by her on her own initiative.  After that, she turned around and took two steps away, reaching the edge of the blender and continuing to tinker with her smoothie.  The small steps this time were much faster than before.  With just one sentence, she gave up the idea of ??going back with me. This was a bit beyond my expectation. She was not such an easy talker in the past.  It is precisely because of this?, I stopped what I was doing and just stared at her busy profile until she finished making the smoothie, until she washed her hands and wiped them on my clothes.  Until she left the kitchen.  The person who woke me up from my sleep was Zhang Bo, who had been silent all this time. He once again said to me expressionlessly: "You haven't figured it out yet (To be continued.)
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