Free Web NovelChapter 681: Chapter 681: Little Fatty’s IQ Is at the Bottom
Bo Si happened to pass by and saw the scene, "Aren’t you helping out? Why are you sitting here? Can Brother Little Mo handle it all by himself?"
Her voice was a bit loud, everyone in the living room could hear it, but it didn’t seem abrupt, it seemed quite natural.
The people in the living room were drawn by her voice, and suddenly a lot of people gathered at the kitchen door.
Qi Zixiu saw Bo Yimo busy by himself and quickly said, "How about I lend a hand?"
Bo Si looked very understanding, "If Sister Yan can’t do it, I can help. At home, I always take care of Grandpa."
Tong Yan frowned, this woman really was shameless.
Was she bothering anyone by sitting here?
Without knowing the whole story, she just came to cause trouble for her, how wonderful.
Bo Yimo’s exquisite face showed no expression, his voice was flat, devoid of any emotion, "Since Miss Bo is so capable, I’ll leave the cooking to you then."
Before Bo Si could react, Bo Yimo took off his apron, grabbed Tong Yan, and walked out of the room.
Director Wang was a bit troubled, if this scene was broadcasted, who knew what gossip it might stir up. Moreover, he had a feeling that Bo Si’s presence in this show would not spell peace.
Bo Si stood at the doorway, bewildered and at a loss for what to do.
What did she know about cooking? At most, she served tea and water to Old Master Bo, keeping him entertained, cooking? No way, she had been pampered all her life, there was no need for her to cook. She couldn’t even tell the difference between salt and MSG.
That comment was just said offhandedly.
Who knew Bo Yimo wouldn’t give her face like that.
She didn’t know what to do next.
She just wanted, just wanted to cook a meal with Brother Little Mo.
Qi Zixiu’s eyes gleamed, he stepped forward, tied on the apron handed to him by an assistant, "How could we let a lady cook, let me do it."
Bo Si found a way out, immediately nodded, "Then I’ll assist."
With that, the situation was resolved satisfactorily.
Everyone else returned to the living room, so many people sitting around in silence was quite awkward.
Tong Yan seemingly performed a magic trick, pulling out several decks of cards, raised them with a smug look, "Want to play some cards?"
Play, of course, play, otherwise it’d be too boring.
Everyone joined in.
The card game was simple, draw the turtle card, whoever ends up as the turtle gets a turtle drawn on their face.
First round: Tong Yan was the turtle.
Bo Yimo drew a turtle on her face.
Second round: Tong Yan was still the turtle.
Bo Yimo continued to draw a turtle on her face.
Third round, it was the same.
Fourth round, fifth round, sixth round...
Before long, Tong Yan’s face was covered with turtles, and there was no more space to draw.
The cameraman gave her face a close-up shot.
Tong Yan, on the verge of tears, flung the cards aside, "No more, no more, there’s no place left on my face to draw."
Everyone couldn’t help but laugh, a face full of turtles was indeed quite amusing.
Having seen those amazing scenes from "Survival in the Wild," people assumed it was the show’s setup, doubting it was real; but now it seemed very real.
For some reason, she always managed to draw that card.
Bo Yimo, on the other hand, could count cards, always being the first one to have no cards left.
So one of the male artists, Qi Yan, teased, "Yimo, you and your spouse need to make progress together. You can’t have your IQ outshining Little Fatty to such an extent."
Bo Yimo nodded slightly, smiling, "I’ll keep that in mind."
Everyone laughed again.
This was luck, what’s it got to do with IQ!
Tong Yan grabbed a cushion from the sofa and tossed it directly at Qi Yan, "You’re the one with a low IQ!"
Qi Yan laughed loudly, "You’re just embarrassed now."
At this moment, a scream came from the kitchen.
