For Zhan and his son, who suffer from obsessive mysophobia, it was like hearing huge bad news.

Zhan Hanjue shouted: "Zhan Fengxian, wash the pot lid clean."

Zhan Fengxian inspected it visually: "It's clean, not dirty."

Zhan Su just wanted to escape the disaster, so she stood up in panic: "Daddy, Mommy, I'm going to pick up Tongbao from school."

Zheng Ling asked curiously: "Is it still early for my sister to get out of school?"

Zhan Hanjue knew that Zhan Su always refused to eat food from outside, and was even less likely to accept Yan Zheng's dark cuisine, so he smoothed things over for Zhan Su, "Su Su was busy with the company yesterday. I haven't seen my sister yet. Let him

Go ahead."

Zheng Ling said: "Okay."

Fengxian nodded. The two of them made mistakes and corrected the chaos.

While cooking, Fengxian grabbed the lemon dishwashing liquid on the side and poured it into the hot pot.

Yan Zheng looked at the words "dishwashing liquid" and felt something was wrong.

In the kitchen, while Yan Zheng was washing the inner pot of the rice cooker, Fengxian poured rice into the rice cooker without an inner pot and plugged it in...

When Yan Zheng came back from washing the inner pot and saw the rice inside, the two of them stared at each other.

Fengxian laughed heartily, and Yan Zheng quickly covered Fengxian's mouth, "Don't laugh. If those two mysophobic spirits outside find out, they may not be able to clean us up."

Fengxian said of course: There are many varieties and brands of oil. Maybe dish soap is the brand name of the oil."

Yan Zheng said "Oh" and nodded, "That makes sense."

Then he grabbed the dishwashing liquid and poured some more into the pot, saying, "Put in more oil so that the fried vegetables will taste better."

"What did you pour?" Yan Zheng asked.

"Oil." Fengxian said.

Yan Zheng's expression was ugly, "But it clearly says dishwashing liquid on it, is this oil?"

Pots and pans were scattered everywhere, and corpses of various seafood and vegetable leaves were lying on the ground.

Zhan Hanjue's falcon eyes scanned the kitchen, and finally his eyes fell on the bottle of over-consumed dish soap.

The corners of Zhan Hanjue's sexy lips curved into an evil smile.

Zhan Hanjue's heart skipped a beat when he heard Yan Zheng Fengxian's obviously guilty whispers coming from the kitchen.

"Zheng Ling, let me go to the kitchen to take a look." Zhan Hanjue kissed Zheng Ling's forehead, then stood up and walked to the kitchen.

When I opened the kitchen door, I saw a mess on the ground.

I cursed in my heart, God must be so unfair. He gave this man incredible looks and an incredible IQ, but also gave him this little skill that can regulate his emotions.

Yan Zheng couldn't help but joked: "How come you can do everything?"

Zhan Hanjue glanced at Yan Zheng and showed off with full happiness: "I will learn whatever Zheng Ling likes to eat. This is the way to be a husband."

After making sure that the fried vegetables of these two things could not be eaten, Zhan Hanjue walked into the kitchen, boiled water quickly, and then sprinkled the noodles into the water.

He has long arms and legs and is wandering around the kitchen calmly. Even when he does such arrogant things, he gives people a sense of dignity and dignity.

Yan Zheng and Feng Xian looked at him with admiration.

Yan Zheng was struck with a look of defeat.

It was just Xiaoqiang's spirit that caused trouble. Yan Zheng was very unconvinced and said: "Who doesn't have a wife yet? Damn, from now on I... will also learn."

Zhan Hanjue looked arrogant, "Then you have to work hard. I started when I was eighteen years old. And your talent is not as good as mine. In the future, you should go into the kitchen more!"

After saying that, he picked up his Yangchun Baixue Noodles and went out.

Yan Zheng and Feng Xian were not to be outdone and brought all their dishes to the table.


Chapter completed!