I Became the Villain’s Own Daughter

If you really follow the map, not only will you not be able to reach the mission location, but you will easily get lost.

Photographers know this too.

So, following the two little girls, I was about to take a picture of their bewildered and pitiful expressions after they lost their way.

But what made the photographer speechless was that the two little girls took the map as if they hadn't. They walked and saw some novel things, such as seeing red peppers hanging outside a certain family's house.

The two will run over curiously to have a look, or see the vegetables grown by a certain family at the door, and they will go over and touch them.

In short, do not follow the map at all.

Forget it, the most amazing thing is that they came all the way curiously, twisting and turning, even the photographer was a little dizzy, but in the end they were able to walk to the designated place!

This luck is really a ghost!

The little girl and Qu Qianqian arrived at the designated place, and Jian Xiyan was already there.

Except for them, no other children were seen, and it seemed that they were the first to come.

Seeing this, Xiao Luli pulled Qu Qianqian and trotted over. Seeing Jian Xiyan staring blankly at a certain place, she asked in confusion, "Brother Xiyan, what are you looking at?"

Jian Xiyan frowned and glanced at her with clear and delicate eyes, then pointed to the fat pig's head with big ears on the table with his little finger.

The photographer's heart skipped a beat.

They remembered that they had seen pigs in the pigpen in Room 7 before.

Could it be because of touching the scene, thinking that the pig was killed?

The photographer was worrying about what to do if the three little guys cried.

Xiao Luli and Qu Qianqian looked at the pig's head, but surprisingly, they didn't have much reaction.

Qu Qianqian doesn't like that smelly pig.

Moreover, Qu Sinian told her before that pigs are for eating, and Qu Qianqian also thinks that pork is very delicious.

When going out, Qu Sinian even specifically asked Qu Qianqian to bring back some pork.

Seeing her favorite pork now, Qu Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief.

But Xiao Luli knew that this pig did not belong to Room 7. When they came here just now, they passed Room 7.

The pig is still sleeping in the pigsty.

Although she felt sorry for the pig, the little girl thought about it, the pig was dead, and crying was useless.

But she thought, she must take some pork back later, and she must let her father cook it deliciously, so that the pigs will not die in vain!

Xiao Luli didn't know how to choose pork, but the bigger the better, she was looking at which piece of pork was bigger, and seeing Jian Xiyan was looking at the pig's head again, she pursed her mouth tightly, with a serious expression on her face.

She leaned over: "Brother Xiyan, what are you doing looking at this pig's head?"

Qu Qianqian was also looking at the pork. There were too many pieces of pork on the table, and she couldn't pick one. Hearing this, she also said:

"Brother Xiyan, do you want to eat this pig's head? This pig's head is not tasty. My family cooked it before, but it was terrible. There is not much meat!"

Jian Xiyan shook his head and wrote:

I don't like pork.

Xiao Luli's eyes widened, "Then, brother Xiyan, why do you keep looking at it?"

Jian Xiyan glanced at the pig's head, pursed his lips, raised his writing board with a solemn expression:

I feel like it's kind of like my dad.

Audiences:"……"

Photographer: "..."

In Room 5, Jian Yi who was watching the live broadcast on her mobile phone: "..."

"No," the little girl took a few glances, "I don't think this pig's head looks like Uncle Jane at all."

Qu Qianqian also nodded.

Jian Xiyan stared at the pig's head, looked at the pig affectionately, and frowned.

It's like saying, isn't it?

I took another look.

He nodded thoughtfully, and wrote:

It doesn't seem like it anymore.

My dad is much uglier than it is.

Audiences:"……"

Photographer: "..."

In Room 5, Jian Yi who was watching the live broadcast on her mobile phone: "..."

Damn wait, I will kill you when I come back!

...

Lu Junhan didn't lie in the yard for long.

The staff came in from the outside with big bags and small bags like visiting relatives during the Chinese New Year.

They came in, and without saying a word, they handed a large bag of seasonings to Lu Junhan: salt, soy sauce, cooking wine, oil, and the like.

Another bag of rice was given to him.

Then, without stopping for a moment, I went to the next one.

In Room 4, although it is simple, the kitchen has all the utensils and utensils that should be there, so cooking a meal is not a problem at all.

Lu Junhan sat on the chair with his elbows on his knees, his upper body leaned forward slightly, his handsome brows were tightly frowned.

His indifferent and dark eyes stared at the big bag of rice and seasonings on the ground, and fell into a long silence.

He hasn't cooked.

Not once.

Five seconds later, he calmly took out his phone and began to search for rice tutorials on the Internet.

Yes, Taomi.

Neither will he.

When he was studying before, at school, he ate directly in the cafeteria.

The biggest advantage of aristocratic schools is that the cafeteria is made like a five-star restaurant. In short, it's not bad.

Occasionally, when Lu Junhan was free, he would make breakfast by himself.

Usually fry an egg, or fry a steak.

Simple and easy to operate.

And in the training camp, he and his teammates basically caught fish and pheasants and roasted them on the spot to participate in devil training and learn how to survive in the wild.

Back at Lu's house, there are quite a few servants waiting on her.

After careful calculation, he has never touched raw rice once.

Fortunately, it is not difficult.

Just like washing clothes, throw rice into the pot, rinse it with water a few times, pour it out, rinse it with water a few more times, turn it back and forth four or five times, and it's almost the same.

Um.

If you don't look at the rice that has been washed by more than half, it is indeed almost the same.

Lu Junhan: "..."

Fortunately, the program team gave a lot of rice.

Waiting for Lu Junhan to put the rice that had been washed with great difficulty into the rice cooker with a serious face, then, he lowered his eyes and plugged in the power.

When I pressed the cooking button, the little girl just came back from outside with the food!

Far away, the young girl's tender and clear excited little milk voice sounded in the yard:

"Dad, Dad, look, they bought a lot of meat!"

When Lu Junhan came out of the kitchen, the little girl ran over happily, tore open the bag, and showed him the meat she bought.

The man lowered his eyes slightly, and glanced lightly at the bag she was carrying.

Lu Junhan: "..."

There is indeed a lot of meat.

A bag full of them.

But there is only one kind—fish.

There are seven in total.

Not surprisingly, this little idiot should have packed the other guests' fish into his own bag.

Lu Junhan glanced at the photographer's embarrassed expression, closed his eyes, and said in a calm voice as much as possible: "Apart from fish, is there anything else?"

The little girl didn't see her father's expressionless and somewhat complicated face, but she happily carried the bag of fish. Hearing this, she raised her big black eyes, opened her little fingers, and said in a childish voice:

"Yes, there is pork, but at Sister Qianqian's place, there are seven pieces of pork at Sister Qianqian's place. She said that her father likes to eat pork best! And, there is also the Western proverb brother, who has seven vegetables and a pig's head , were taken away by my brother Xiyan.”

Lu Junhan frowned slightly: "...a pig's head?"

"That's right," the little girl shook her little hand. Qu Qianqian and Jian Xiyan were young and weak. She brought most of the food for the three of them, and so did the pig's head:

"My brother said that the pig's head is his father, and he wants to take his father's head back to show his father."

The next second, the little girl muttered to herself: "Uncle Jian's head is really heavy, he is almost exhausted..."

Lu Junhan: "..."

Photographer: "..."

The audience in the live broadcast room: "..."

...Woooooo can you stop being so horrifying!

There are pictures!

[This chapter is a monthly pass plus update! The variety show is almost over, I will probably finish cooking and sell vegetables tomorrow, so I will write about the capital.

Good night~ See you tomorrow! Ask for a monthly pass, bobobo! Let's see if we can add more! 】