Vodka was awakened by the aroma of food. Vodka followed the aroma to the living room on the first floor.
Looking at the seven or eight dishes placed on the table, Vodka felt that he might still be in a dream, otherwise how could he see so many delicious-looking dishes when he woke up?
Hearing the noise from the kitchen, Vodka immediately walked over to see who was cooking. It couldn't be the eldest brother, right?
Vodka pictured Gin in an apron cooking in his mind, and couldn't help but shudder.
Frightened by his own thoughts, Vodka quickened his pace.
Vodka came to the door of the kitchen and saw the figure cooking. Vodka was surprised. Isn't this Brown La?
Hearing the sound, Ming Zeye turned around and saw that the person coming was Vodka, so he continued cooking.
Thinking of the breakfast he had prepared for them before, Mingzeye said without looking back: "There are two steaks kept warm in the oven, one for you and one for gin. Take them out together. Since you wake up Already, Gin is almost awake."
After hearing this, Vodka walked to the oven and took out the steak.
Looking at the exquisite steak, but thinking of the pile of dishes on the living room table, Vodka felt that the steak in his hand suddenly lost its flavor.
"Isn't the food on the table breakfast?"
After hearing Vodka's words, Ming Zeye's cooking hands froze.
"That's Chinese food. If you're used to it, just eat it."
Vodka swallowed as he thought about the food on the table, but when he thought that Gin was still awake, he didn't dare to eat alone.
"I'd better wait for eldest brother to wake up and eat together."
After Ming Zeye finished the last dish, he poured it into the plate.
He turned to Vodka and said, "As you wish, take this dish to the living room and I'll clean up the kitchen."
"Okay." Vodka responded honestly, brought the dish that Mingzeye had just placed on the counter to the living room, then returned to the kitchen and brought the two steaks to the living room.
Looking at the dishes on the table, Vodka only dared to chew his own portion of steak silently, thinking silently in his heart: Brother, wake up! Brother, wake up quickly...
As Vodka kept talking, Gin's figure appeared at the top of the stairs.
Vodka saw Gin as soon as he appeared: "Brother, you finally woke up! Come and eat!"
Gin looked at the dishes on the table with a rare hint of surprise on his face.
Let’s first rule out that it’s made from vodka. My younger brother Gin knows a lot about it, but he doesn’t have this skill.
It couldn't be Vodka ordering takeout. It was impossible to buy so much Vodka at once.
Then it is only possible that Brownla bought it. After all, he is the young master of a big family, and it is normal to spend money without restraint.
Gin sat at the dining table, and Vodka immediately placed a steak in front of Gin.
"Brother, this is the breakfast Brown La made for us."
Hearing the unexpected answer, Gin's face was even more surprised. He didn't expect that it was Bronnla who did it.
Gin looked at the Chinese food on the table and thought that Brown La's mother seemed to be Chinese, so it was not surprising that she could cook Chinese food.
Looking at the exquisite steak on the plate, Gin cut a small piece and took a bite. It didn't taste bad, but it wasn't delicious either, so it just looked good.
When Vodka saw that Gin and Jiu were starting to drink, he let go and started to eat the dishes on the table.
Then Vodka put a piece of fish in his mouth: "!!!"
The delicious taste of fish overflowed in his mouth the moment he entered it, soft and smooth, but without any fishy smell.
Having tasted the sweetness of vodka, it stretched its claws towards other dishes.
Seeing that Vodka was eating with enjoyment, Gin also ate a piece of fish hesitantly.
A trace of surprise flashed in Gin's eyes. Compared to the steak that was not "useful", this piece of fish was considered to be the best.
At this time, Ming Zeye came out of the kitchen.
Gin heard the footsteps and commented without looking back: "Brother, you are very suitable to be a chef."
Ming Zeye paused: "Can I understand that this is your recognition of my cooking skills?"
Gin responded with a sneer.
Mingzeye came to the dinner table and sat down opposite Ginjiu, but he never moved his chopsticks.
Gin's nerves instantly became tense, but his face remained calm. He held Beretta in his left hand and said, "Brother, have you been poisoned?"
Hearing Gin's words, Vodka was about to break out in a cold sweat. Is it still too late for him to go for gastric lavage now?
Ming Zeye felt Gin Jiu's murderous intent and said coldly: "Have you always been so suspicious? There is no need for me to poison you, let alone where did I get the poison?"
Gin sneered: "That's not necessarily true. You just came out of the hospital last night."
Ming Zeye: "..."
To prove that there was no poison in the dish, Ming Zeye took a piece of potato and put it in his mouth.
Ginjiu watched Ming Zeye swallow the food with cold eyes before putting the gun back.
When Vodka saw this scene, a big stone fell in his heart.
But I still feel a little knotty in my heart, and my desire to enjoy delicious food has also faded a lot.
After Gin and Vodka had finished their breakfast, Ming Zeye said, "I'll make breakfast. Is it okay for you to wash the dishes?"
Gin said without hesitation: "Vodka, you go wash the dishes."
"yes, Sir."
Vodka didn't complain about this, after all, he used to not only wash dishes but also sometimes cook.
Vodka skillfully cleared away the dishes and took them to the kitchen for cleaning.
Suddenly, Ming Zeye felt a strong fist blow coming, and his body subconsciously ducked to the side.
"The reaction is good." Gin commented, without giving Ming Zeye a chance to react, he kicked Ming Zeye directly in the vital part.
Mingzeye's face turned cold, and he dodged Ginjiu's blow again, and at the same time punched Ginjiu's neck mercilessly.
Ginjiu grabbed Mingzeye's right hand with both hands. A flash of light flashed across Mingzeye's eyes. Ginjiu was fooled. He was left-handed.
Mingze Yakora's other hand hit Gin's abdomen.
But Gin's intuition was as sharp as that of a beast, and he instantly let go of Ming Zeye's right hand and kicked Brown La in the waist.
Vodka, who was washing dishes in the kitchen, heard the sound of fighting coming from the living room and ignored it. Concentrate on washing the bowl in your hand.
After all, Gin had already greeted him last night and told him not to worry about it.
After fighting back and forth for several rounds, Mingzeye and Ginjiu couldn't decide the outcome, but their faces were somewhat stained.
Ming Zeye smiled wantonly: "It's fun, come again."
Gin stopped his offensive and said calmly: "I still have tasks to do in the afternoon."
Ming Zeye: "..."
He finally got into the mood, but Gin suddenly stopped playing.
This was more upsetting to him than "I've taken off my pants and you showed me this."
"You passed the fight. I'll let Vodka take you to the safe house for firearms training in the afternoon."
Ming Zeye's unhappiness dissipated a lot when he heard what Gin said. He preferred playing with hot weapons to fighting.
