He was nearly shaken to death on the way. Tu Shan Ya Ya seems to have an inexplicable obsession with food.

"Quickly, Lady Ya Ya wants to eat!"

Tu Shan Ya Ya urged.

"No, no, let me rest for a while, Second Miss."

Chi Musheng waved his hands repeatedly, saying that he was just cooking, not risking his life.

And when you speak, can you please not look so serious and say things that could be misunderstood? Are you naturally vulgar?

"Tch, useless. You're so weak," Tu Shan Ya Ya said disdainfully, raising her little head.

She ran away and nothing happened, but you're stuck lying there and it's no good. You're really trash.

Chi Musheng dusted himself off and stood up. A man can say he can't do something, but you can never say he's weak.

Start a fire and cook!

A quick glance around revealed that the kitchen contained flour, eggs, water, salt, and tomatoes, but that was it—not a single piece of meat.

I've copied it. Looks like I'll have tomato and egg noodles with gravy today.

Chi Musheng, the personal chef of the three young ladies of Tushan, makes his appearance.

Wearing an apron, kneading the dough, making three bundles of dough, rolling out the dough, and cutting it into strips.

Stir-fried tomatoes and eggs.

After a flurry of activity, a fragrant aroma quickly filled the air.

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(The daily water stain count for this book is confirmed to be between 130 and 150 pages. It's really not profitable. I've done my best to write so much. Consider it a contribution out of love.)

(Then I switched to the weird and supernatural genre; I always have to try something new.)