After walking along the way and bypassing some miniature buildings and courtyards, Xiaoyu saw a white attic inside that was not guarded by men in black. He steadied his feet and walked quickly over.
There is no one everywhere in the attic. It has off-white walls and light red roof tiles. Although it is only a small attic, there are continuous arches and corridors inside. The large high-ceiling windows are arranged in the living room, with a simple and regular layout.
, the elegant and romantic decoration is everywhere, highlighting the owner's classical and simple exquisite taste.
Xiaoyu walked through the arch and walked into the innermost living room door. He opened the door and found that it was not a large and empty room with luxurious tables and chairs. He thought to himself that this was probably not the main meeting hall, so he stepped in with confidence and stood in front of the meeting room.
Zhong shouted softly, "Excuse me, is there anyone?"
What answered her was not the sound of human voices, but the overlapping sounds of the tapping of spatulas.
Following the sound, Xiaoyu turned to look at where a door in the living room led to. He walked over and leaned forward to take a look, only to realize that behind the door was a large kitchen.
This kitchen occupies about half of the loft, with high-end and luxurious decoration, Chinese, Western, Thai, Japanese pots, tableware, and all kinds of necessary furnishings.
And standing in the middle of this huge empty kitchen was a man.
He is tall and tall. He wears a simple dark suit that fits his perfect inverted triangle body. The atmosphere around him seems a little cold, but because he wears an apron, he is dressed in simple black without lines from front to back.
Not only does he not feel abrupt on his body, but he also feels elegant and delicate, which also covers up his cold temperament to a certain extent, especially the posture of holding a spatula in one hand and a pot in the other. I don’t say whether it is flowing or not, I just feel like this
It is a kind of enjoyment for a man with a beautiful posture and a cool temperament to do this action.
The man has a mature face and outstanding appearance. Every movement is so beautiful, attractive and worth savoring.
only----
There was a fire burning on the stove, a red flame, very strong, a big fire.
Next to the pot, there are vegetables that have been cut and set aside. They are red and pulpy. If you don't look carefully, it's hard to tell. They are tomatoes.
In the pot, there is yellow and black stuff. Under the strong wave of the man's right hand holding the spatula, it rolls, rolls, and rolls hard in the pot...
If she guessed correctly, the dish cooked by the man should be... scrambled eggs with tomatoes.
At this time, the man frowned suddenly, as if he had thought about something extremely important. With a solemn expression, he quickly put down the stainless steel pot with his left hand, opened a square box, picked up an iron spoon, and scooped out a piece of white stuff.
After some hesitation, with a splash, everything was poured in...
When I saw the white bits quickly covering the yellow and black things in the pot, I threw the smashed tomatoes on the side into it at lightning speed, and quickly stir-fried, stir-fried, stir-fried...
The eggs are rolling with Rotten Tomatoes, rolling, rolling, keep rolling hard!
Under the rolling of the spatula that combines manly strength and beauty, the last bit of conspicuous yellow and red finally turned into charcoal black.
Turn off the heat and serve on a plate. The pure white plate and the burnt black things on the plate form a sharp contrast in color.
Xiaoyu took a step forward, opened his mouth, and wanted to speak, but heard a low command from the man in front of him, "Come here and have a taste."
come over……
Taste it...
Xiaoyu is embarrassed...
She looked at the plate of things that smelled of mushy, black and had an unknown status. She swallowed hard and raised her hand to refuse, "Uncle, this, I...I'm not hungry..."
"What?" The man turned around suddenly, with a bit of displeasure and indifference in his eyes, "Which department wants to disobey my order?"
"I'm not..."
Xiaoyu remembered that her clothes were thrown into the washing machine before taking a shower last night. She didn't take any clothes with her. She just wore a women's suit from the Nangong family and walked out in the morning... Now she thought, maybe this uncle might have misunderstood her.
They have become Nangong’s family.
She continued to wave her hands, eager to explain, but stopped mid-sentence.
Because, she saw that on the left hand side of this uncle, there were clearly three Remington m870 sniper guns. These guns were also used as police guns. In addition to high-risk police missions, under normal circumstances, except for special forces and special forces,
Members, these little policemen, are simply untouchable. Because they are pump-action shotguns, they have super high performance in both assault and defense, and are extremely lethal at stopping enemies at close range.
He is also one of the best in firearms.
She took a first look and found that the three guns were very close to the uncle's position. They didn't look like they belonged to anyone else. Moreover, the index fingers of the uncle's left and right hands and the joints between the palms and wrists had thin calluses. This was caused by years of using guns.
The marks left behind were on both hands, indicating that he used the gun equally well with both hands, with equal strength and equal skill. His ability to hit and injure people was also the same.
Although Xiaoyu usually behaves a bit cowardly, he is by no means a timid person. At this moment, he was thinking about so many things just because of one sentence. It was entirely because when this uncle turned around, even though his face was indeed very perfect.
He is very handsome, and the taste that has accumulated over the years is even more charming, but his eyes... and his expression... are too cold... too scary, he has the aura of a natural king, and he will shoot anyone who disobeys him in the slightest.
Kill your momentum!
It's not that she's afraid, she's just nervous, and her unpromising illness has returned!
Otherwise, why would she be shivering from the cold now, involuntarily lowering her head, walking forward, picking up the chopsticks, picking up the noisy black unknown object with indistinguishable eggs, and started eating it?
As expected, this uncle suddenly looked back and turned his face, cooling down as fast as an iceberg!
"Taste." The uncle ordered, "Report."
This tone completely reminded Miss Yu of the day when Master Tou ordered her to test the gun.
(Thank you to Xinxinbaby for the silent gold medal, ha ha! My dears, happy Lantern Festival, remember to eat glutinous rice balls~~~)