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Chapter 492 What Does It Taste Like When Roasted Durian And Coriander Are Fried Together? (1/8)

After Chen Wenjie's serious nonsense, Deng Ziqi believed it.

After all, she didn't pay much attention to the changes in the refrigerator:

"I don't really dislike durian, but I can't say I like it either. To me, it's like apples and bananas, dispensable."

"In the future, don't put such smelly things in the refrigerator, it will infect other foods with the smell of durian.

"It may be a good thing for people who like durian, but for someone like me who neither hates nor likes it, it's a bit depressing."

"However, for those who hate or even hate the taste of durian, when they open the refrigerator door, they will be greeted with a strong durian smell. Eating any food will also taste like durian.

"That's a nightmare!"

While talking, Deng Ziqi took the durian out of the refrigerator and put it on the cutting board, then put on the cotton gloves on the oven "830", separated the durian, took out the meat inside and put it on the plate.

Chen Wenjie replied with a smile:

"You're right. I didn't think carefully and bought things indiscriminately. I will never buy things indiscriminately again!"

"Let's take the durian to the recording studio later, we will review the songs of the Spring Festival Gala while eating the durian!"

Deng Ziqi immediately shook her head:

"Try not to smell food in the recording studio!"

"Because that place is relatively airtight, if you bring it in, the smell may not be clean until Chinese New Year.

"It's better to finish eating in the living room, then rest for a while, let the durian smell in the mouth dissipate, and then go to the recording studio."

Chen Wenjie thought for a while:

"Okay, then we'll go there later."

"The durian just came out of the refrigerator and it's a bit cold. I'll bake it for you in the oven."

Ok?

After hearing this, Deng Ziqi looked at him in surprise:

"You want to roast durian?"

"Are you going to change the oven or change the villa?"

what?

Chen Wenjie couldn't help blinking:

"What's the matter, you reacted so strongly?"

Deng Ziqi smiled bitterly and said:

"What's the matter? Roasted durian tastes like stewed corpse rice!"

"And the juice that flows out when the durian is roasted will adhere to the side wall of the oven, and the smell will not dissipate for a long time."

"Even the moment the oven door is opened, the strong smell fills the entire kitchen, and then spreads to other places in the villa!"

"Anyway, I can't bear the smell, can you bear it?"

hiss!

Chen Wenjie took a breath:

"Is it that scary?"

"It really tastes like stewed corpse rice?"

Deng Ziqi shook the plate with durian meat in her hand:

"of course!"

"If you don't believe me, try it!"

No no.

Chen Wenjie shook his head, then looked at her curiously:

"It tastes like corpse rice, so I don't want to try it!"

"But...Ziqi, how do you know that after passing the test, this thing tastes like Humi?"

"How do you compare this taste with corpse rice? Could it be...you are the old eight?"

Forehead.

Deng Ziqi, who originally wanted to make a joke, was instantly stunned!

"I... I don't know the taste of corpse rice... Umm... How do you say such disgusting words?"

"Someone has done this on the Internet, and the neighbors are knocking on the door!"

Chen Wenjie nodded with a smile:

"Well, since someone beat the thunder for us, let's not try if we have nothing to do."

"Eh? You said that if you fry the roasted durian with coriander, and then serve it to a person who hates durian and coriander."

"How would that person react?"

Forehead.

The corners of Deng Ziqi's mouth twitched:

"Honey, are you a devil?"

Chen Wenjie said with a smile:

"I'm not, I'm an angel! Archangel!"

Deng Ziqi pouted:

"Also Archangel J, press me on the shoulder!"

"By the way, bring over the breakfast you made. Today's breakfast is scallion pancake rolls with poached eggs and durian!"

As he spoke, he carried the durian meat and walked towards the living room.

There are 5 floors in the villa, and each floor has rooms such as kitchen, bathroom, and living room.

Chen Wenying smiled and said:

"Okay, I'll clean up the kitchen and I'll be here right away!"

call.

After she walked out, Chen Wenjie heaved a sigh of relief, then opened the refrigerator door, smelled the smell inside, and looked at the ingredients arranged in categories.

It's not just the refrigerator in the kitchen, even the glass-door refrigerator in the gaming room, where the duck tongue, duck head, fat house happy water, etc. are refreshed every day..

Take out the empty beverage bottle and eat up the snack box, and return to the original position the next day, and the beverage bottle and snack box are in an unopened state.

If you don't know, you will definitely think it is haunted!

Once or twice he was able to fool the past, but it is difficult to explain the number of times.

While talking, he turned off the ability to automatically refresh ingredients and snacks in the villa. Anyway, he can turn it on again at any time when needed.

The villa also has a self-cleaning function, which ensures that each room is spotless without cleaning.

Chen Wenjie thought about it and decided to keep this function.

Because he is lazy, too lazy to clean!

Otherwise, with the height of the five-story building, sweeping from upstairs to downstairs would exhaust people to death!

If you are asked at that time, you will say that you have hired a cleaner to help clean it up.

After thinking about it, he picked up the plate with scallion pancakes and poached eggs and walked towards the living room.

After breakfast, Deng Ziqi leaned on the back of the sofa, raised her head and opened her mouth, saying that she wanted the durian smell to dissipate quickly.

Then he seemed to think of something, and looked at Chen Wenjie lightly ticking his fingers:

"Honey, come here."

Ok?

Chen Wenjie, who was about to pack the dinner plate, saw her like this, and said with a smile:

"Another bad idea?"

He said 3.0 on his lips, but his body still sat down very honestly.

Deng Ziqi moved her body and sat on his lap, put her hands on his neck, curled up in his arms, and asked with a smile:

"Do you want to try it, what does a durian-flavored kiss feel like?"

Forehead.

Chen Wenjie immediately turned his head aside:

"No! Not even death!"

Snapped!

Deng Ziqi stretched out her hands, patted Chen Wenjie's face lightly, then forced her to face herself:

"Hee hee, don't? That's up to you!

As he spoke, he leaned forward.

Regardless of Chen Wenjie's strong resistance, he forcefully kissed her!

MUA!

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