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Shangguan Cheng wanted to say "no".In his family, no one took the initiative to help others.Asking for help costs at least as much.They don't often say "thank you" to each other, but they are used to saying "deal".

Every time you give is a transaction, every time you ask for help is a debt.It has to be profitable for both parties.

Therefore, he could not fully accept the "humane" "reward" method that Lin Duoduo said, and he felt that he did not need such a "profitless" reward.

But when he raised his eyes, he happened to meet her eyes full of hope.

The words of rejection were choked in the mouth, and I couldn’t say them out no matter what.

Out of nowhere, he nodded: "Yes, accept."

After receiving the response, Lin Duoduo raised the corners of his lips with satisfaction and happily dragged the big fish like a flag to the edge of the pond to deal with it.

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More than twenty minutes later, Shangguan Cheng’s clothes were almost cooked, and Lin Duoduo came back with the prepared fish.

The sky started to get dark, Lin Duoduo turned on a night light, and a warm yellow halo spread all over the floor. She squatted under the light, holding a knife and carefully cutting the fish.

Seeing that the little girl was struggling to flip the big fish by herself, Shangguan Cheng took the initiative and said, "Let me help you do it together."

"You don't have to help with this kind of work," Lin Duoduo simply refused, "It's good to do the housework together, but if you really can't do it well, don't force it. You're just wasting the ingredients when you cook. It's not easy for us to catch fish, so don't waste it. Just sit back and wait to eat... uh, just wait and see."

Shangguan Cheng: "..."

He has completed a thousand quick travel missions and can be called an all-around boss.Music, chess, calligraphy and painting, swords, guns, swords and halberds, astronomy and geography, and sophistication of people, all of them are masterful and masterful.

There’s only one thing he doesn’t know how to do.

That’s cooking.

“Any ingredient—whether it’s the most common potatoes and cabbage, or the top-notch truffles and beef—is indiscriminately turned into a pile of indefinable waste in his hands.The finished product has no color, smell or taste. The main thing is that it cannot be seen, smelled or eaten!

Director Kuai Chuan once joked with him: “Everyone who evaluates other people’s food is ‘delicious’, but everyone who evaluates yours is ‘good, extremely delicious’.”

But Shangguan Cheng is still a man of high status, capable and good-looking.I know that I am not good at cooking, but I cannot listen to others telling the truth.For this reason, he had a big fight with the Director of Quick Travel, and finally relieved his anger by throwing him to a certain plane raider and blackening boss at any time.

However, at this moment, when he heard Lin Duoduo so bluntly disliked his cooking skills, instead of feeling insulted, he felt -

This girl dares to speak and act, she is a real person.

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The fish is huge.Lin Duoduo divided it into neat little pieces, and his knife skills were as sharp as a master chef who had been cooking for decades.She removed the fish bones one by one, soaked the fish in its own sauce for a while, and then placed it on the baking sheet.

"Zila——"

The moment the fish comes into contact with the hot grill, white smoke rises. The sweet aroma of the fried fish, mixed with the smell of the secret sauce, spreads with the mountain breeze, making people move their index fingers.

Lin Duoduo took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes in comfort.

"Yeah! That's the smell. I haven't smelled it for a long time."

As she sprinkled the fish meat with ingredients, she talked nonchalantly: "This fish is also found downstream, but only in this deep pool can it grow big and fat, with tender meat and no fishy smell. When I was a child, my grandpa would bring me one back every two or three months, and I would eat half of it myself each time. Later, when I grew up, and knew that this fish was carried back step by step from such a far place, I felt sorry for my grandpa and wouldn't let him take it."

She flipped the fish pieces, and the sizzling oil splashed up and fell into the fire, making a subtle crackling sound.

"But I was really hungry for this taste, so I pestered my grandpa to take me into the mountains, fish together, and then help him carry it back. I haven't eaten this fish since my grandpa passed away four years ago." Page (1/3)