Lu Mengmeng stood on a slope, looking down at the group of little kids sitting below.

Although they are called little kids, they are actually older than Lu Mengmeng.

A six-year-old boy wearing a black short-sleeved shirt and with curly hair stood next to Lu Mengmeng.

He lowered his head and asked, "Boss, what is our next move?"

Lu Mengmeng licked her lips, glanced at the subordinate standing next to her, raised her chubby little hand and waved at him.

The boy lowered his head: "What can I ask of you, Boss?"

Lu Mengmeng rolled her eyes blatantly, stretched out her finger and flicked it on the boy's forehead.

“Bang!”

The little guy said in a condescending manner: "Are you stupid? I've told you many times before! You can't even remember. Now of course I have to collect protection money!"

The boy nodded his head rapidly: "I remember now, Boss!"

As he said that, the little boy strode down and walked up to another five-year-old boy wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and said.

"You lost to our gang leader. If you know what's good for you, pay the protection fee quickly, or you will die miserably today!"

The other party shuddered: "No... No, I can't give it to you..."

The curly-haired boy is already very skilled in dealing with these things.

Without thinking, she grabbed the boy in the white short-sleeved shirt by the neck.

"You must accept defeat if you lose. This is the rule of the underworld."

Then the little boy looked at the other kids and said, "What are you guys still doing? Come here quickly, don't let the gang leader get angry."

Several little followers nodded quickly and came over to grab the boy in the white short-sleeved shirt.

Search from above to below.

"Found it!" said the curly-haired boy, holding up the thing he had turned out.

"Boss, look!"

The moonlight shone down, Lu Mengmeng took a look, nodded with satisfaction, and waved her hand.

"Show it up!"

…

At this moment, the Duan family.

When Captain Duan came back, he saw his wife busy in the kitchen.

There was a series of loud clanging sounds, as if the kitchen was going to be smashed down.

The corners of his mouth twitched subconsciously, and then his eyes fell on Xinxin who was sitting in the living room.

Walking to his daughter's side, Captain Duan pulled Xinxin's hand.

"Xinxin, what's wrong with your mom? Why does she seem a little abnormal today?"

Xinxin shook her head: "Dad, I don't know either. After Mom picked me up from school, she started working in the kitchen."

"How long has it been?"

"Almost an hour."

Captain Duan's eyelids twitched again.

Countless not-so-beautiful memories flooded into my mind.

My wife is good in every way except cooking, which is really puzzling.

I often cooked some weird dishes some time ago, and often after eating one meal, my stomach would hurt for the whole afternoon.

The key is that it hurts, but it doesn't hurt all the time.

It was that kind of pain.

Just when you think the pain is gone, it suddenly hits you hard.

After eating this several times, Captain Duan realized this problem, so from then on, when it came to cooking, he would not let Qiao Yueyue sit down if he could avoid it.

He often comes back to do it at night.

The turning point came a month ago.

The daughter-in-law of the Lu family next door said she wanted to start a cooking class.

Qiao Yueyue, who already liked cooking, rushed over to sign up without saying a word.

Captain Duan thought it would be a good idea to learn it.

Later, as expected, I came back and made two servings of prawns that tasted pretty good.

However, perhaps it is the fear that has been engraved in my bones for a long time.

He thought the two plates of shrimps were just a coincidence...

After all, how could anyone improve their cooking skills so quickly in such a short period of time?

I was thinking about something.

The noise in the kitchen gradually stopped.

Qiao Yueyue, wearing an apron, walked out with a beaming look on her face.

"Old Duan, you're back."

She strode over and gave Captain Duan a hug.

Captain Duan opened his arms mechanically, wondering why his wife was not acting normal today.

A trick?!

He became extremely tense, and sure enough, the next second, Qiao Yueyue looked at him gently and said the most heartless words.

"Old Duan, I made noodles today. I learned how to make them in the cooking class. Why don't you try them..."

Captain Duan was stunned.

My legs subconsciously went limp.

If the meals that Qiao Yueyue usually cooks are dark dishes, then the noodles she makes are the darkness within the darkness.

Captain Duan swallowed and subconsciously wanted to shake his head.

Qiao Yueyue saw his hesitation.

His eyes narrowed slightly, indicating danger.

"Old Duan, you don't want to eat the noodles I made, do you?"

Head Duan: …

How can he fool his wife now?

Waiting online, pretty urgent.