Ever since he started mental training in Mo Chengyu's small castle, Jiang Qiuqiu's energy has improved a lot every time he cooks.
Never feel fatigued casually again.
For this reason, she reciprocated, and was very grateful to Mo Chengyu who took her on the road, and often visited her with the dishes she cooked.
The two chatted very well, from the history of the Federation to the origin of spiritual power, from the interesting stories of the ancient earth to the current reality, although the two people's views occasionally contradicted each other, but both Jiang Qiuqiu and Mo Chengyu were broad-minded and didn't mind it.
So their relationship became better and better.
The only thing is, Jiang Qiuqiu is very curious.
She has always heard from Mo Chengyu that a spiritual groomer came to the house, and her mental power is very strong. Playing that mental training game is the same as playing...
But for such a long time, Jiang Qiuqiu has never seen Mo Chengyu in his small villa.
"Don't mention it." Mo Chengyu was really helpless, "He is more reserved and doesn't like to talk. He doesn't like to meet strangers."
At the beginning, I said to make an unfamiliar face so as not to be seen and see through the identity.
Later, Mo Si found out that he didn't need to appear in front of others to provide spiritual counseling for Mo Chengyu. He directly avoided Jiang Qiuqiu, hiding in the room every day, not knowing what he was doing.
"So that's how it is." Jiang Qiuqiu groaned.
The eldest brother is really full of flaws. She originally wanted to introduce Qiuqiu to the eldest brother, and then the two of them would study Qiuqiu's identity as a spiritual healer together.
Now Mo Si La Mo can't avoid it, let her study it slowly by herself!
"That's right, Qiuqiu, what's your menu today!"
"Braised Gu Gu Pork or Fried Meatballs or Elbows?"
"Today..." Today is a non-live broadcast day, so it's fine to make back-to-date dishes. This morning, Taotao Fresh brought a batch of fresh tender bamboo shoots. Jiang Qiuqiu said, "I'm going to make braised bamboo shoots in oil."
"Bamboo shoots?"
"Ok."
"By the way, Qiuqiu, what do you do? How do you cook every day?" After getting along for a long time, Mo Chengyu finally asked this question that made him very curious.
In fact, there is nothing to hide. Jiang Qiuqiu observed Mo Chengyu these days, and she guessed that the other party should be a high-status aristocrat, knowledgeable, and a nice person. "I am a food anchor in Federation Live."
"!"
"Anchor?"
"Then you must be the most powerful food anchor in your company?"
Her language was very natural, she didn't ask why she wanted to be an anchor, but she subtly mentioned something else, Jiang Qiuqiu laughed, Sister Idiom's EQ fluctuated greatly.
Sometimes I feel silly, and sometimes I feel extremely ironic.
"No, I'm not the most popular one yet."
"!" Mo Chengyu looked suspicious, "No way, the audience on your platform is not discerning enough."
He didn't say much about work, after chatting for a while, Jiang Qiuqiu went back to his home to prepare the things in the window for the evening.
At eight o'clock in the evening, bamboo shoots were rarely seen in Jiang Qiuqiu's gourmet window.
This is the first time this tooth-losing dish returns!
Mo Si was the first one to place an order when he saw it!
A small plate, taste again and again, and finally empty.
But it wasn't enough, countless appetites were aroused by this bowl of small dishes, until late at night, Mo Si was still a little sleepless, so he got up, put on his cloak, and left the bedroom.
As soon as he left the bedroom, he found something strange.
The scent in the air is very familiar.
He was a little curious, wanting to trace the source of the fragrance, and kept walking down with his eyes closed. The fragrance became stronger and more familiar—
It's bamboo shoots!
He opened his eyes, the black pupils were astonishingly bright against the moonlight at night.
This is not the taste in the studio.
Where, with his excellent sense of smell, Mo Si instantly locked onto the source of the original smell, which was the empty bowl on the coffee table.
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