Fortunately, Gu An Xin is in Gu Zhijing's room, tormenting Gu Zhijing, but he doesn't come out.

There is no lunch on the festival day. You can only eat some snacks to cushion your stomach.

Others are OK, but Yun Jianyue is not hungry. She has eaten a lot of snacks and fruits. She wants to eat meat.

Gu Zhishen was not willing to let her hungry. He put down her English book and went downstairs to the kitchen to see if there was anything to eat.

Most of the servants were busy in the kitchen. When Gu Zhishen went in wearing his shirt and trousers, everyone was stunned. The chef almost chopped his finger.

Gu Zhishen glanced at the kitchen and said, "I'm hungry. What can I eat?"

The housekeeper hesitated and said cautiously: "young master, you can't eat at noon according to the family rules..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by his cold voice, "it's better to have meat dishes."

Obviously, he didn't take the housekeeper's words seriously.

Seeing that they did not speak, their eyes fell on the table, washed vegetables and shredded meat. While walking in, they rolled up their sleeves: "you go out first."

The chef's position was naturally occupied by him. He took a potato with clear and slender bones and put it on the chopping board. He began to cut the potato shreds skillfully. The length was almost the same, as thin as silk. The servants were stunned.

I have never seen the young master cook for so many years. I don't even know that he can cook.

Gu Zhishen action, calm eyes swept a circle, seems to say: I don't say the third time.

The housekeeper responded and immediately called people out of the kitchen, but they didn't go far away. They peeped around the kitchen and peeped at the situation in the kitchen anytime and anywhere.

"What are you doing here instead of busy preparing the reunion dinner?" Fu Wenqing went downstairs to see the servants gathered at the door of the kitchen, and could not help scolding.

The servants all turn around in panic. You look at me, I see you, no one speaks.

Fu Wenqing carefully described the brow frowned, looked at the housekeeper, "what happened?"

"Young master, he --" the housekeeper stopped, and her eyes motioned to her to look at it.

Fu Wenqing felt that they were strange. When he went to the kitchen door and looked through the glass door, he felt like they were having a dream.

Gu Zhishen, with his sleeve pulled up to his elbow, stood in front of the lampblack machine. He was frying fish skillfully while cooking in another pot.

He can cook?

Fu Wenqing didn't know he could cook.

"The young master suddenly came in and said he was hungry and wanted to eat meat." The housekeeper said in silence for a moment, "I'm afraid it's against the rules."

Fu Wenqing returned to his senses and sneered, "where is he hungry? It's his precious little wife who is hungry."

I don't know what my son's appetite is!

However, Yun Jianyue ate a lot last night and this morning. At noon, she also saw the servants delivering snacks and fruits. After less than three hours, how could she be hungry again.

Gu Zhishen fried two vegetable dishes, a braised fish. The rice was already cooked. He took the tray out of the kitchen and saw that not only the servants were still there, but also Fu Wenqing was standing here.

Junlang's facial features did not change. He said to Fu Wenqing faintly: "I went upstairs."

Fu Wenqing glanced at the tray on his hand. It sold well and smelled good. I didn't expect that her son could not only cook, but also make a good model!

Gu Zhishen met Gu Anxin at the entrance of the stairs. Seeing the tray in his hand, he glanced at the accident, "brother, are you doing all this?"

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