"What, you're not hiding, it's not interesting at all." Gu Xiaoyou complained dissatisfied, and put down the phone out of boredom.

Mu Wuchen raised his eyebrows and quickly took back the phone.

"You go ahead and play." Gu Xiaoyou waved his hand and muttered in a low voice: "Childish devil."

The childish ghost Mu Wuchen regained the right to use his mobile phone and recorded it while Gu Xiaoyou watched the fire.

Gu Xiaoyou turned his head and rolled his eyes secretly, imitating Mu Wuchen's expression and continuing to look at the fire naturally.

Mu Wuchen realized what Gu Xiaoyou was feeling just now, and pointed the camera elsewhere angrily.

After walking around the backyard, Mu Wuchen recorded a circle. After recording, he went to the lobby to record. He walked around the restaurants before stopping the recording.

He returned to the backyard with his mobile phone, sat on a small bench, and watched videos with his mobile phone.

Gu Xiaoyou leaned over and took a look. There were only tables, chairs and benches in the video, and looked away in boredom.

Mu Wuchen looked at his video works with great interest, and his interest in the video recording function of his mobile phone continued.

Mu Wuchen didn't return the phone to Gu Xiaoyou until the alarm clock on his phone rang.

Gu Xiaoyou turned off the alarm clock, put on insulation gloves, and opened the oven door.

Mu Wuchen saw that she was not using her mobile phone, so he pulled out the camera and pointed it at Gu Xiaoyou to take pictures.

In the camera, Gu Xiaoyou was wearing gloves and holding tongs, taking out the roasted chicken and placing it on the iron plate.

The roasted chicken in the iron plate was steaming hot. Gu Xiaoyou took off his gloves, dipped a brush in a little oil, and brushed the roasted chicken again.

She carefully reached out her hand, pulled the rope on the roast chicken and turned it over.

After pulling the rope, he immediately put his hand on the earlobe, pinched the earlobe with one hand, and brushed oil on the roasted chicken with the other hand.

After enduring the heat to finish brushing the roasted chicken, Gu Xiaoyou endured the heat and took the oil paper to wrap the roasted chicken.

"Be careful." Mu Wuchen frowned and said, "I'll take care of it."

"No, you don't know how to wrap it." Gu Xiaoyou refused directly without raising his head. His hands moved faster and he carefully wrapped the roasted chicken.

After wrapping the roasted chicken, Gu Xiaoyou put on insulated gloves again. Mu Wuchen quickly asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Put the roasted chicken back." Gu Xiaoyou took the tongs and went to pick up the roasted chicken.

"I'll do it." Mu Wuchen put the phone into Gu Xiaoyou's hand and took off the glove on her other hand.

"I'll give you this one too." Gu Xiaoyou stuffed the phone into his purse and put the gloves on Mu Wuchen's hands.

Mu Wuchen wore gloves, used tongs to hold the roasted chicken, and placed it firmly on the iron rack.

"Put this iron plate in as well and put it under the iron shelf." Gu Xiaoyou took the iron plate with vegetables and handed it to Mu Wuchen.

"Yeah." Mu Wuchen took the iron plate and stuffed it directly under the iron frame: "Is there anything else you want to put in?"

"No more." Gu Xiaoyou shook his head and took out his phone: "Oh, I touched everything you recorded."

"It doesn't matter." Mu Wuchen said calmly, closed the oven door, and threw a piece of firewood into the stove.

After setting the alarm time, Gu Xiaoyou called up the video just now and checked it.

Looking at his own appearance in the camera, Gu Xiaoyou said: "I look a bit like a chef. If I have a white hat, it would be more like him."

"White hat...why?" Mu Wuchen asked in confusion.

"Chefs like us all wear white chef's hats. Let me find some photos to show you." Gu Xiaoyou explained and started rumbling on his phone.

She soon found a photo of a chef, and she showed it to Mu Wuchen: "The chefs in my hometown all dress like this."

In the photo, a man was wearing a white robe with an apron tied around his waist. In Mu Wuchen's opinion, the style of the clothes was a bit strange. There were two rows of round buttons on the front. The length of the robe was less than the knee, and a strip of

Black pants.

Mu Wuchen frowned, these clothes were too jerry-rigged.

The chef's clothes are not the weirdest thing, but the hat on his head is even weirder.

A white tall hat full of wrinkles is worn on the head.

Mu Wuchen looked at the hat a few times and suddenly recognized the person wearing the hat.

Isn't this the guy from the morning duck movie?

"Why do you have his photo?" Mu Wuchen asked dissatisfied.

"I don't have it. I just searched it on the Internet." Gu Xiaoyou looked at the photo and recognized the teacher who didn't give out the coins: "It's quite fate. I just found the teacher's photo."

Mu Wuchen frowned, not liking the word fate appearing here.

Just as he was about to say something, he saw Gu Xiaoyou reaching out and gesturing on the high hat: "The chef's hat is so short. The teacher is a junior chef, so he is still a novice."

"Oh? How can you see that?" Mu Wuchen asked with interest when he heard that the man was a novice.

"It depends on the height of the chef's hat. The higher your cooking skills, the higher the hat." Gu Xiaoyou searched out other chef hats and introduced: "This is how it is for novices, the intermediate ones are higher, and the hats of senior chefs are the highest."

"I see." Mu Wuchen chuckled: "So this person is still a novice, and he goes around teaching people how to cook. Isn't he misleading his disciples?"

"Probably not." Gu Xiaoyou poked at his phone a few times and said happily: "That's the teacher's photo from two years ago. He is now an intermediate chef."

"Why do you know so well?" Mu Wuchen asked, "Do you know him?"

"I don't know. Didn't I tell you that there is an Internet? The teacher uploaded the information to the Internet, so the whole Internet knows about it." Gu Xiaoyou explained.

"Swagger." Mu Wuchen sneered coldly.

"You don't understand, this is popular in my hometown." Gu Xiaoyou said as usual.

"You do the same?" Mu Wuchen asked with raised eyebrows.

"I don't want to be an Internet celebrity, and I don't have the habit of posting these things, but I do like to watch them." Gu Xiaoyou exited the webpage and shook his phone: "Do you still want to play?"

"Yeah." Mu Wuchen took the phone: "Has your spiritual consciousness returned?"

"Uh, I should be there." Gu Xiaoyou pretended to click on his phone, blocking Mu Wuchen's sight with his little hand: "The light is too bright, let me cover it."

Mu Wuchen raised his eyes and glanced at the sun that was about to set in the west. Is the sun so dazzling?

With the help of hand gestures, Gu Xiaoyou quickly called up the Go software from the hidden software: "Okay, he is back, you can play."

Mu Wuchen withdrew his gaze, tapped on his phone, and played Go with his chess friends with a focused expression.

Gu Xiaoyou gave himself a thumbs up, saying that today was also the day he successfully deceived Mu Wuchen.

Seeing that Mu Wuchen was concentrating on playing, Gu Xiaoyou couldn't help covering his mouth and snickering, "I'm sorry, Mr. Mu."

She snickered for a while and continued to watch the fire.
Chapter completed!