Gu Xiaoyou reluctantly looked away, and simply went to the kitchen to take out the storybook she had not finished reading.

She came back with a story published by Jiumen Publishing House. She read the book with relish, fanning herself and adding firewood from time to time.

Just like that, there were two people in the backyard, one was playing attentively with his mobile phone, and the other was holding a book and having silly fun from time to time.

It wasn't until the sunlight faded that Gu Xiaoyou closed the book.

The phone in Mu Wuchen's hand also vibrated. He stretched out his finger and swiped on the screen: "It's time."

"Oh, okay." Gu Xiaoyou responded and put out the fire on the stove.

Before the chess game in his hand was finished, Mu Wuchen put his cell phone into his sleeve and put on insulated gloves: "I'll get the roast chicken."

"Okay, thank you." Gu Xiaoyou came over holding the iron plate: "Just put it on the iron plate."

"Yes." Mu Wuchen responded, opened the oven door, and took out the roasted chicken. The roasted chicken was wrapped in oil paper and was still steaming.

"Be careful when it's hot." Mu Wuchen warned as he gently placed the roasted chicken on the iron plate.

"I know, you can take the iron plate out of the oven after it cools down." Gu Xiaoyou warned, then brought the roasted chicken back to the lobby.

Putting the roast chicken on the table, Gu Xiaoyou had just lit the candlestick in the lobby when Mu Wuchen walked in carrying an iron plate.

"Isn't it hot?" Gu Xiaoyou stood up to greet it, but there was no heat insulation tool at hand, so he had to give up his position and pointed to the nearest table: "Put it there."

"Don't worry, it's not hot at all." Mu Wuchen calmly comforted him and placed the iron plate firmly on the table: "These gloves are very useful."

"Of course it works. I made this myself." Gu Xiaoyou said proudly.

"Oh, what did you use it for?" Mu Wuchen asked with interest.

"It's nothing, just put some heat-insulating materials." Gu Xiaoyou explained that the materials she wanted most were not available in ancient times, so she could only achieve the current effect by stacking heat-insulating materials.

"I see." Mu Wuchen took off his gloves and put them aside, then sat down on the chair.

Gu Xiaoyou went to pour tea for the great hero: "What tea do you want to drink? I have chrysanthemum tea, milk tea, and Biluochun here."

After waiting for a long time, she didn't hear Mu Wuchen's response. She looked back and saw Mu Wuchen half-leaning on the back of his chair, holding his cell phone and concentrating on playing chess.

Shaking his head helplessly, Gu Xiaoyou poured a cup of ready-made milk tea: "Drink tea."

"Okay, leave it there." Mu Wuchen responded casually without raising his eyelids.

Wrinkling his nose in dissatisfaction, Gu Xiaoyou cursed in his heart, this guy is really a boss wherever he goes.

Gu Xiaoyou raised his hand to his face, raised the corners of his eyes, and made a face at him.

"I saw it." Mu Wuchen said in a cool tone.

Gu Xiaoyou quickly put his hands on his temples and rubbed them, pretending to say: "I suddenly feel dizzy, let me rub it."

While rubbing and running away, Gu Xiaoyou ran all the way back to the kitchen and quietly glanced at Mu Wuchen.

Mu Wuchen raised his eyes slightly and glanced at her. Gu Xiaoyou quickly returned to the kitchen and patted his heart: "Oh my god, is this guy clairvoyant?"

How did he see it?

Even though he was curious, Gu Xiaoyou didn't dare to poke his head in, and was preparing tableware in the kitchen.

She estimated the time in her mind. The roast chicken should be cooling by now.

Taking the tableware and returning to the lobby, Gu Xiaoyou stretched out his finger and poked the oil paper on the roasted chicken.

The temperature of the paper has dropped a lot, so Gu Xiaoyou boldly started to open the oil paper.

As the oily paper was peeled off, a rich aroma of roasted chicken came out.

The honey-colored roast chicken was also exposed, and Gu Xiaoyou praised it: "Wow, it looks very appetizing."

"Stop playing with your phone and come over here to eat roast chicken." Gu Xiaoyou quickly called.

"Yeah." Mu Wuchen's eyes were still glued to the chess game, and he responded lightly when he heard the words.

"Eat it while it's hot." Gu Xiaoyou strode to Mu Wuchen's side and reached out to cover the phone screen: "You've been playing for almost an hour. It hurts your eyes and neck. It's time to take a rest."

"But the chess game..." Mu Wuchen frowned, he hadn't finished playing the chess game yet.

"The consciousness will remember the chess game. You can continue playing next time you come." Gu Xiaoyou said deceptively, took back the phone, pressed the save button on the chess game, and quickly exited the software to hide it.

"Okay, okay, my consciousness has also rested." After showing the phone interface to Mu Wuchen, Gu Xiaoyou persuaded him earnestly: "Let's play again next time. Let's eat first."

Seeing that there was no Go icon on his phone, Mu Wuchen sighed: "Okay."

After saying that, he reluctantly walked to the roast chicken table and sat down.

Gu Xiaoyou breathed a sigh of relief. Why did she feel like a parent coaxing her children to eat?

It's hard to lead the food testers this year, but Liang'er is the best.

Without her having to ask any questions, Liang'er took the initiative to write a short essay of more than 100 words praising her delicious food.

Let's get an oven in the mansion some other day and cook roast chicken and duck for her little taste testers. It will definitely feel very fulfilling.

With thoughts of Liang'er, Gu Xiaoyou walked back to the dining table. She picked up the fork and knife and started to slice the roasted chicken.

Roast chicken does not require as much attention as roast duck, as long as the skin is removed and the meat is removed.

Gu Xiaoyou tried his best to slice the meat evenly. Although the movement was a bit slow, the meat slices were pretty good.

Mu Wuchen raised his eyebrows. This was the first time he saw someone use a knife like this. No wonder she wanted to watch the video and ask that half-hearted man to teach her.

He was admiring the skill of grilling chicken like an old ox pulling a cart, when he heard Gu Xiaoyou urge dissatisfiedly: "Don't just watch, eat instead."

"Okay." Mu Wuchen lazily picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of roast chicken, and brought it to his mouth.

The roasted chicken skin is very crispy, and the roasted chicken is tender and chewy. There is a sweet and milky aroma in your mouth. If you chew it carefully, it also has a slight salty and vanilla taste. The taste is very unique.

"How is it? Is it delicious?" Gu Xiaoyou blinked a few times and asked expectantly.

"Not bad." Mu Wuchen said lightly, picked up another piece of roast chicken, and ate it slowly.

"Not bad, not bad. You only know two words, but it's not as good as the delicious food in the morning." Gu Xiaoyou muttered.

Mu Wuchen swallowed the chicken in his mouth and slowly said, "It tastes sweet, leaves a lingering aroma in your mouth, and has both color and flavor. It's just that the presentation of your piece is a bit off."

"Wow, it turns out you can say so many adjectives." Gu Xiaoyou automatically blocked bad comments: "It seems that my roast chicken is also popular."
Chapter completed!