Autor: Qingqing Zijin 05 Máquina traductora
She covered her face with her sleeve and was about to turn off the fire.
There was too much oil in this pot. How could there be stir-fried vegetables in a pot of oil.
Perhaps only the Great CEO Long would be like this.
2This was not stir-fried vegetables, this was pickled vegetables!
Jian Xiaomo was about to go forward when she was pushed aside by Long Chenjue domineeringly. "Jian Xiaomo, get lost. Don't cause trouble!"
2As he said that, he grabbed a handful of vegetables and threw them into the pot.
Jian Xiaomo was instantly speechless. The pot was filled with oil. Then, the vegetables that Long Chenjue grabbed were a mixture of all kinds of vegetables. They were mixed vegetables!
2Mixed vegetables and pickled vegetables!
2Jian Xiaomo was speechless!
Who was the troublemaker!
2Jian Xiaomo was thinking about it when she heard a bang. Jian Xiaomo screamed in her heart. Oh no, the kitchen was going to be ruined this time!
2Sure enough, the pot was full of oil. When it touched the vegetables that were soaked in water, it splashed out instantly. It splashed all over the counter. Jian Xiaomo was so far away, but she was not spared. Her arm was also splashed with oil!
2Long Chenjue was so far away, so it was probably even worse. Jian Xiaomo instantly looked at Long Chenjue. Seeing that the man was hopping away, Jian Xiaomo knew that the oil must have splashed on his face.
2Jian Xiaomo was about to walk over to see if Long Chenjue was scalded.
2Then she heard Long Chenjue's angry voice. "Ba Luo!" He gnashed his teeth.
2Ba Luo had been staying outside. Ever since the Young Master entered the kitchen, he knew that something must have happened, so he didn't dare to leave. Sure enough, something had happened!
2Ba Luo quickly walked in. As soon as he entered, he found that his Young Master's face was a thousand times darker than the oil in the pot.
2Ba Luo lowered his head carefully and said, "Young Master."
2Hearing Ba Luo's voice, Long Chenjue turned his face gloomily and glared at Ba Luo. He said, "Ba Luo, what brand of oil did you buy?"
2Ba Luo was stunned. Why would the Young Master care about the brand? He quickly walked to a bucket of unopened oil and looked at the brand on it. He said respectfully, "Young Master, it's Italian Chal brand."
2Long Chenjue gnashed his teeth and said, "What low-quality oil! Shut this brand down immediately!"
2What lousy brand oil! How dare it splash on him? It was really tired of living!
2Ba Luo looked at his Young Master in shock. How did this oil offend his Young Master?
2Seeing that Ba Luo was standing still, Long Chenjue's eyes spewed fire even more. "You're not going, are you? Today, either it will go bankrupt or you will go bankrupt. Get lost!"
2Long Chenjue said fiercely.
Ba Luo was stunned. He reacted in an instant and said hurriedly, "Yes, Young Master!"
2He had to hurry up and do it. Otherwise, it would be the Young Master who said that he would go bankrupt!
2Ba Luo quickly ran out.
Jian Xiaomo was completely speechless. She had been a bystander from the beginning to the end of this matter. She had seen it clearly. It was a pot of oil, and the oil was almost on fire. Then, he threw in the wet vegetables. It was good that they did not explode.
2What did this have to do with the oil? !
It could only be said that the oil had been shot. If it had been any other brand of oil, this would have happened. Jian Xiaomo silently mourned for this brand. Who asked it to offend the Great CEO Long?!
2And it even dared to spill on his body!
2The corner of Jian Xiaomo's mouth twitched for a moment, then she quickly walked over and said, "Long Chenjue, have you been scalded?"
2Just as she was about to grab Long Chenjue's hand, Long Chenjue glared at Jian Xiaomo angrily. He shook off Jian Xiaomo's hand and was about to quickly walk out.
2He had only taken a few steps when he suddenly turned around quickly, picked up Jian Xiaomo, and walked out.
Jian Xiaomo was completely dumbfounded. What kind of rhythm was this?
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