“Our family is cooking, what does it have to do with you? Are you my brother or the father of the child in my brother’s womb?”
As soon as Fang Tianzhuo heard this, no matter how stupid he was, he could tell that it was meant for him.
A gentleman stays away from the kitchen. He thought, He Chu was probably a cook when he was still an immortal, so he was able to cook in the kitchen so calmly.
He Zheng had no choice but to say: “Well, I’ll be fine, Nanmen Liang, you can go and accompany Your Majesty.”
Nanmen Liang turned around. Fang Tianzhuo stood outside expressionlessly, and he accurately read from the other party’s eyes ‘Just try to come out.’
Nanmen Liang turned back bravely and said softly: “I am the servant of the child’s father. I am also the personal servant of the child in Empress He’s stomach, and I can be regarded as a family. Please let this servant help.”
He Wenchu said lightly, “The child’s father doesn’t show up, so where is it your turn? Are you going to kiss He Shanshou on behalf of the father too?” He Zheng stood aside
Feeling aggrieved He Zheng rubbed his stomach, “Brother, stop making trouble, how can His Majesty enter such a place?”
Fang Tianzhuo thought to himself, what Zheng’er said was absolutely true.
He Wenchu said: “Then what do you do, let outsiders do it for you? Don’t do to others what you don’t want to be done to you. He put this in your stomach and doesn’t help, isn’t he just a dog?”
Fang Tianzhuo: “…”
A vein popped up on his forehead, and he walked over. He Zheng immediately stopped him with two steps in shock: “Your Majesty, Your Majesty, no, this is my kitchen, you can’t fight.” He was pitiful, and Fang Tianzhuo suppressed his anger. He said in a muffled voice, “I don’t want to fight.”
“Then what are you doing?”
“…” Fang Tianzhuo’s Adam’s apple rolled, and he said with difficulty, “I’ll help Zheng’er chop vegetables.”
Nanmen Liang took a breath, but the corner of He Chu’s mouth curled up, and said: ” That being the case, let the baby, my little nephew rest. You have to be careful.”
He Zheng stood outside the kitchen and looked in. Fang Tianzhuo has endured hardships, it’s not that he doesn’t know how to cook, he just hates He Chu’s domineering attitude, so although there is a clear division of labor in the kitchen, swords are drawn suddenly from time to time, and several knives are broken by Fang Tianzhuo.
Nanmen Liang was caught in the middle, wrinkling his face bitterly and stuffing firewood into the bottom of the pot, doing the dirtiest and tiring work quite conscientiously.
He Chu suddenly talked to Nanmen Liang: “Is it hot?”
Nanmen Lliang suspected that his speech was slurred, so he wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile, “It’s not hot.”
He Chu asked Fang Tianzhuo: “How about you? Is it hot?”
Fang Tianzhuo said coldly: “Not hot.
“I’m hot, just continue from here, you take your time.”
Fang Tianzhuo didn’t lift his eyelids, but He Zheng suddenly kicked fiercely: “You old slicker!”
He Chu was gloomy and he looked over: “What did you say?”
“I said… Brother, you have eaten good food, what do these two know?” He Zheng said softly:
“You leave it to them, how can they make it? How about what I want?”
He Chu thought about it at first, and it made sense, so he said: “Okay, brother will satisfy you.”
He walked into the kitchen and started to make trouble again: “I said, Madam, you can’t do it like that. I think your master can control the heat. My food has very high requirements on heat. Otherwise, my brother wouldn’t be able to taste my authentic cooking and he would cry.”
Nanmen Liang’s heart skipped a beat, ignoring the nickname he gave him, “Then Brother He means…”
Fang Tianzhuo looked over expressionlessly, He Chu raised his eyebrows, as if he couldn’t see through the murderous intent in his eyes: “What are you doing standing there? My big baby and the little baby in his stomach are waiting to eat.”
Fang Tianzhuo stroked his knuckles with his thumb and endured it again and again. Taking a light glance at Nanmen Liang, the latter slowly got up and gave up his seat.
“I have wronged my brother-in-law.”
He Wenchu held an iron spoon and looked down at him, while Fang Tianzhou crushed a piece of firewood, obviously very angry. But he is really tolerant, he has never said a word since he entered the kitchen, He Chu admired such a man, if it wasn’t for his younger brother, he would be 120% willing to make friends with Fang Tianzhuo.
Just thinking of the experiences that He Zheng told him with teary eyes, he hated him so much.
When he observed Fang Tianzhuo, Fang Tianzhuo was also observing him.
He Chu started the dishes in a calm and unhurried manner, his movements were smooth and orderly, and the oil, salt, sauce, and vinegar were clearly separated. When everything was done, Fang Tianzhuo extinguished the firewood and walked out of the kitchen. His handsome face was stained with gray ashes, and he looked sternly at the delicious dishes on the stone table.
He thought, He Chu was really a cook in the immortal world.
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