The final BOSS comes from twenty years later

The singles are in the minority.

Sure enough, the guy who didn't find the target in high school will still exude the fragrance of a single dog when he arrives at university.

The things to bring before the camping have been divided among the group in advance. Tang Luo and Zhou Nanxin are both cookware sets, and the ingredients and condiments are in the hands of others, as well as tableware and picnic cloth.

The last wave of people camping here did not remove the burning stones.

It happened to be cheaper for them.

After finishing the pot, Zhou Nanxin happily went over and burned the fire. Tang Luo nailed the tent and sat with her, adding firewood under the big pot.

It takes a long time to boil a pot of water.

The water is pure bottled water bought from the cabin next to it.

No matter how to pursue the original ecology, no one will drink river water to challenge the tolerance of the stomach to parasites these days.

The firewood is burning right now, so don't worry about it for a while.

Tang Luo sat on the rock.

Doing nothing to hold Zhou Nanxin's hand.

"Do you know how to cook a big pot of rice? If you can't, let me come later. This is different from an ordinary natural gas stove. Don't burn it again like last time. Our class has no food."

"I have burnt rice before!"

Zhou Nanxin became annoyed and stepped on his foot lightly.

She has always been a gentle girl who cares about her family, Tang Luo always talks nonsense, she is simply suspicious of her considerate and virtuous.

"Have you ever burned?" Tang Luo asked with slanted eyes.

"No!"

Zhou Nan has a strong mind.

So Tang Luo put on a puzzled look, looking thoughtfully at the beating flames under the cauldron, "But how do I remember the time I went to your house for breakfast and saw a plate of fried dumplings that were blackened. It's almost carbonizing..."

"That doesn't count, that is my mother made!"

Zhou Nanxin hurried over to cover his mouth, and shook his shoulders.

why is it like this……

Who hasn't failed once.

Looking at the girl’s embarrassed appearance, Tang Luo held back a smile and took the firewood in her hand. He folded it and stuffed it into the flame. The boys went to the woods to pick up the firewood. The tide is not easy to burn. Just squeezed it with the force of space.

"Come on to burn the fire, your hands are so beautiful, don't be scratched by the branches. Come here, I will help you see your palmistry."

"Will you watch."

The girl handed him the little hand in disbelief.

Tang Luoqiang was terrible, and he knew a lot of things, but it was far from his spatial ability to talk about palmistry.

The girl maintained a skeptical attitude.

Look at him secretly.

Tang Luo was not in a hurry, just holding Zhou Nanxin's hand and gently touching the delicate lines on the girl's palm.

"You can tell from your palmistry that you cook very stupidly, often salty, bland, and burnt. Whoever eats your cooking will have blood mold for eight lifetimes."

"You are stupid, you are bloody!"

Sure enough, Tang Luo was talking nonsense!

Feeling the girl's anger, she almost jumped up and bit someone.

Tang Luo smiled, and gently folded his two hands together, protecting this delicate hand in the palm of his hand.

"But you are destined to have a man who cooks delicious food to take care of you. He will cook for you for a lifetime and raise you to a fat man. That man is tall, handsome and able to fight, he will Keep you safe for the rest of your life and warm for the rest of your life."

Tang Luo said it seriously.

Then he raised his head and looked at her quietly.

It was like a balloon being deflated, Zhou Nanxin felt that her anger was no longer engendered, and her cheeks were hot, so she turned her head away a little, shy of herself.

"What is tall, handsome and capable of playing, narcissism."

"I didn't say it was myself. Do you want that person to be me."

"It's not you!"

"What is it to be me."

"It won't be you anyhow, scumbag, Big Trotter."

Next to them, the two boys who were responsible for putting ingredients in the pot were a little bit sore, and hurriedly threw things into the pot and left. They just came for a trip and never thought they would be attacked indiscriminately.

Cruel torture...

Why do I have no object?

Qin Ruo was cutting vegetables next to her. Her knives were exquisite. Any knives became sharp in her hands, and the thick ribs could be cut in two.

She chopped up the ribs.

Come over and sit here with two people.

"Ruoruo, do you know how to cook." Zhou Nanxin blinked and watched her wash her hands with mineral water.

Qin Ruo nodded gently.

"Usually I live alone, except when I go out to eat, I occasionally cook by myself. Western food is more proficient, but Chinese food is a little worse."

"That's amazing."

Zhou Nanxin held his chin in admiration.

In China’s traditional values, men should be responsible for making money to support their families, women are gentle and virtuous, and cooking is like a recognition of identity. As long as cooking is delicious, virtuousness is almost 70%.

Everyone can cook eh...

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