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"Little Hao..." Why are you alone in this room... "Where's your dad and Professor Lan?" The one who came in was Yan Qingqing, "Don't you have to work? What are you doing here? " Leng Xinhao asked unhappily.

It would be inconceivable for this kid to suddenly be polite to me, "Uncle Leng is missing and everyone is very anxious. Of course, I am like this as well. Even if I am in the company, I can't work in peace …" I don't know why I came back! "

What he said seemed to make a lot of sense. Leng Xinhao closed his laptop, "My stomach is a little hungry. Do you want to go to the kitchen and get me something to eat?"

This was the first time Leng Xinhao made such a request to Yan Qingqing, and she was a little flattered, "Alright! Actually, Auntie is very good at cooking, it's just that what I cook is western cuisine, I don't know if you eat it habitually! "

"Nani..." Don't you know that I grew up abroad? What I ate from snacks is Western food, okay? "The reason I like to eat Chinese now is all because of Professor Lan's excellent Chinese cuisine …"

It was too unbearable to compare Lan Shiling to her cooking, "Alright, let auntie show her hand today to show you what a pure western cuisine is …"

Holding Leng Xinhao's hand, he walked down the stairs. Leng Xinhao immediately sprawled out on the sofa in the living room, "Then I'll be waiting for your western cuisine!" "But I want fruit pie and vegetable salad, and then I want mashed potatoes, but no salt, no pepper, and no cumin..."

"OK, just wait there. I'll squeeze you another glass of fresh fruit juice while I'm at it!" Yan Qingqing was happily working in the kitchen, as if she had already created a perfect set of western cuisine.

Yogurt is ready-made, but how can you make it into an ice cream shape? Use a milk salad and the taste will be reduced …

"Are you worrying about turning yogurt into ice cream?" When it came to eating, Leng Xinhao's mouth was really crafty, it immediately became like a worm in Yan Qingqing's stomach.

Yan Qingqing smacked her lips in embarrassment, "Who knows, I'm still considering this problem!"

"Kawai …" "He even said that he was good at making western cuisine and didn't even know that. I'm afraid you don't even know how he made the ice cream!"

Leng Xinhao's tone was filled with disdain. Yan Qingqing was infuriated by what he said. This fellow's demands were high, and he even seemed to be mocking her.

"There's nitrogen in the small containers above, spray it on the yogurt and quickly stir it …"

Eyebrows... Yan Qingqing hadn't thought that he would have such an idea. Furthermore, everything was already prepared! He opened the cabinet and indeed saw nitrogen gas. He thought it was a small jar the size of a gel …

Pour the yogurt into the glass container, then press down the nozzle and quickly stir with the chopsticks. "Ah …" The yogurt solidified in an instant. Indeed, it looked like ice cream, but … Yan Qingqing felt a sharp pain in her hand …

"Could it be that it hit your hand? You're not being careful, wow wow …" Leng Xinhao's laughter came from the living room! Was this brat doing this on purpose? He clearly knew that he would make a mistake, but he didn't remind him in advance …

"I swear that you haven't seen 'The Eight Directions Ambush'. If nitrogen is sprayed on your body, you will die!" Leng Xinhao said alarmingly, "What? You... I've never heard of nitrogen being poisonous! "

"Tsk …" Leng Xin Hao looked down on her again, "What poison? I mean, a large dose of nitrogen would freeze the flesh and blood in an instant, and then... Crash … "It broke off from the bone and fell to the ground. Eh, hehe …"

Yan Qingqing felt her heart tremble. Luckily, she had mentioned a large dosage. This shouldn't be a problem. Looking at her own hand, it was clearly frostbitten, but now it had instantly turned red and swollen!

However … Immediately, Yan Qingqing seemed to have thought of something. Flesh and blood were shed from her bones, as if … That program's FLASH, Leng Xinhao, had finally revealed himself.

"This idea of yours is pretty good!" Yan Qingqing said with a smile that was not a smile. Although she couldn't see Leng Xinhao's little face in the living room, she guessed that he must be feeling something.

Leng Xinhao's calm voice sounded, "Creative? I thought of it when I was still 4 years old. It is already out of date. To think it would be called creative in front of you. Kawayneh … It can be seen that you adults are really stupid. You're all around the same level as that idiot dad of mine! "

Whether this brat did it on purpose or not, what did he mean by saying all these? It was as if he disdained her question just now! There was no fear? This was probably the only explanation!

"What kind of TV series or movies has Aunt Yan been watching recently?" Leng Xinhao muttered, "Look at the stars! Don't you know about the recent fire? " When it came to TV shows, Yan Qingqing's spirit immediately rose!

Leng Xinhao seemed to have paused for a moment, "What do you mean star-moon? I've never heard of it. I've never watched domestically produced dramas. You're so retarded …"

"I'm talking about Korean dramas, okay? I also never watch domestically produced dramas! " Yan Qingqing hurriedly corrected Leng Xinhao, "Korean dramas are even more retarded, okay? Car accidents and leukemia are eternal themes, but recently there seems to be another cross over.

I'll go..." He said that he wasn't going to watch it, but it was clear that this kid was playing around with him! " "I've only seen Hollywood blockbusters, but you can't understand it either. The logic behind it is too strong, so watching Korean dramas doesn't seem to be a problem at all!

FUCK! Yan Qingqing muttered in her heart: "Little brat, what are you looking at? It's just bullsh * t!" Didn't you only see "Eight Directions Ambush"? " Yan Qingqing's mouth was full of disdain!

"< The Eight Directions Ambush > is only the simplest of them all … "However …" Leng Xinhao sat up from the sofa. It seemed that the way they were talking was going in the direction that he had set earlier!

"But I still came up with a jump rule!" "The people who are the most unlike criminals are the criminals, and the place where they are held after capturing the hostages is also very strange!"

Eyebrows... Yan Qingqing felt a chill in her heart. Was this kid saying … It shouldn't be. This is just a normal chat!

"Um … little Hao …" What are your kindergartens teaching? Is this Chinese Pinyin, plus or minus... You all probably haven't learned the 90% multiplication table! " Yan Qingqing began to probe Leng Xinhao!

Leng Xinhao chuckled, "Auntie Yan, your paving is so stiff!" Didn't you just want to ask me if I know that there is another one after the 99th multiplication table? "

Yan Qingqing was stunned. This was indeed what she was thinking, because there was another rule on the table, but only a few people knew of it. That was, '1,000 is one,' and this rule was the scientific basis for the binary code!

This brat was that computer expert. He could tell from the fact that this was the last entry on the 99th multiplication table. Yan Qingqing's hand stopped moving as she stared at the chopping block in a daze.

"You're making the western cuisine so slowly. If Professor Lan had cooked the leek and the table by this time, the porridge would have already been cooked!"

Yan Qingqing suddenly came to her senses and quickly continued with the work she was doing. This brat did not seem like he was talking nonsense with her. Everything was premeditated and he had a goal. Did he already know something? Otherwise, why did he say something like, "Imprisoning hostages is usually in unexpected places!"?

"The prepared food was served, mashed potatoes, fruit pie and vegetable salad..." Little Hao, take a look. Yan Qingqing asked complacently, "Not bad, you look pretty good, but I wonder how the taste is like?"

Yan Qingqing's mouth twitched, "Won't you know if you try? Do you want me to feed you? "

"That won't be necessary, I just don't like western cuisine!" Leng Xinhao fiddled with his little finger and said, "Eh …" You don't like Western food, but you told me to make it for you? "

Leng Xinhao rolled his eyes at Yan Qingqing, "I was right to ask you to cook western cuisine, but I'm not asking you to cook it for me!" Don't you know that there are times when a person makes a decision that does not allow the other person to guess his or her intentions? "

Eyebrows... He kept having the feeling that this little brat was hinting at something from his words, but he didn't know what the hell he meant!

"Cold Owl …" "Professor Lan, it's time to come down and have some Western food!" Leng Xinhao called out to the second floor, "Nani?" Yan Qingqing waited with her eyes closed. She unconsciously mimicked Leng Xinhao's tone and said, "This brat actually made me work so hard to make Western cuisine, and even injured my hand. The result is …"

The Cold Owl walked out of the room with a flushed face. Yan Qingqing saw that he was actually wearing a nightgown in broad daylight. The old man had been kidnapped. This guy was still sleeping even in broad daylight …

"Little Hao..." Did you make it yourself? " Lan Shiling walked out from behind Leng Xiao. Yan Qingqing was stunned as she watched the scene unfold in front of her. Lan Shiling was dressed in a loose white shirt, and her bare legs were exposed to the crowd.

What was going on? The two of them were actually here, and he hadn't expected such a result when he returned home. Even though Leng Xin Hao had followed Leng Xiao to meet Lan Shi Ling and Zhao Dong Cheng, he had managed to bring the two of them together …

"I think Leng Xiao and Professor Lan must be hungry!" That's why I asked you to make Western food. Professor Lan rarely eats Western food! Isn't it? "Professor Lan!"

This was outrageous. Of course, Lan Shiling and Leng Xiao were hungry. How could they not be hungry after the intense battle just now? But he, he actually prepared such a rich western cuisine for her …

"Leng Xinhao..." You are going too far! " However, these words came from Leng Xiao. Yan Qingqing's heart felt a little comforted, and Leng Xiao also saw that his son was being a little too excessive. However, Leng Xiao's thoughts were completely different from his own.

"How dare you call my name!" Leng Xiao quickly walked down from the second floor, but Leng Xinhao didn't have the slightest expression of fear, as if calling out his father's name was the right thing to do.

Lan Shiling also did not expect that Yan Qingqing would suddenly return, but … He had just been framed by her once, and she sent him to see Zhao Dongcheng. In the end, she informed Leng Xiao.

He came down from upstairs and sat beside Leng Xinhao.