Since it is going to be a treat, it must be richer.
The dishes in the incubator were taken out, and the small cakes made before were also there. Mosi's favorite bamboo shoots were arranged on a large plate, braised Gu Gu pork, and the small ribs and meatballs made by himself before.
The small long table was full of dinner plates, and Moss paused for a moment: "Is it too much preparation?"
"No way." Jiang Qiuqiu picked up the chopsticks, "I've been working for a long time today, and I'm a little tired. I need to eat more to replenish my mental strength."
"Besides, I chatted with Sister Idiom before, and she said that you also eat a lot."
It's not a problem to eat 20 dishes with your arms open.
"..."
Today's Mosi is really gentle.
Jiang Qiuqiu didn't know whether he was a little embarrassed at his own home or because he came to apologize, so he was a little restrained.
Then he got up and moved some of his favorite dishes to his side.
"What's wrong?"
"Don't you eat vegetables? It's all what you like to eat. Eat more, otherwise I won't be able to eat so many things."
So, Mo Si picked up the chopsticks.
If you don't start at the beginning, you can still restrain yourself.
If there is no restraint from the beginning, it is really difficult to restrain.
Before sitting down, Mo Si really just wanted to have a taste, and left when he was 3 minutes full.
However, after sitting down, the development of everything is not under his control.
Jiang Qiuqiu: I put it next to you specially, eat more.
Eat the first wave.
Jiang Qiuqiu: Is it because today's bamboo shoots are not delicious? Recently, I have been making bamboo shoots. I thought you like to eat them, but are you tired of eating them every day
specially-
How can you not like it, how can you get tired of it.
Eat the second wave.
Is there something about this dish that doesn't suit your taste
Eat the third wave.
In the middle of the meal, Jiang Qiuqiu recommended Mosi to eat pan-fried fish balls. Maybe he accidentally dipped too much chili, so Jiang Qiuqiu replied a message. manage.
"What’s wrong with you?"
"Spicy." Mo Si put down the balls and got up to pour water.
Jiang Qiuqiu asked him to sit down, "Wait a minute, I'll get you some iced drinks."
Trotted to the refrigerator, opened the refrigerator, Jiang Qiuqiu randomly took a bottle of iced drink, then went back and handed it to Mo Si.
When Mo Si took the first sip, he paused, and a question flashed in his mind, but the feeling of ice quickly suppressed the burning taste on the upper edge of his mouth, so he didn't think about it so much, and drank a few more mouth.
Fortunately, although the fish balls were spicy, Mo Si didn't eat too much. After drinking a bottle of iced drink, the stimulating taste was finally suppressed.
"You really can't eat spicy food?"
"People with strong mental strength also have a stronger perception of objects." Although the spicy taste was suppressed, Mo Si's lips were still slightly swollen: "The spicy feeling is too strong."
"I'm sorry, I won't serve you spicy food next time."
"It's okay, taste it once in a while, it's also unique, your cooking is delicious."
After that, Mo Si didn't move his chopsticks.
Because he felt that he had eaten to the critical point, Mo Si wanted to wait for Jiang Qiuqiu to finish eating before leaving, but soon, a strange sweet and sour aroma wafted into his nose, and a little sweetness appeared on the tip of his tongue. The energy in his body suddenly became agitated, rushing from the spiritual sea to the head and tailbone, this is not right!
Mosi suddenly picked up the drink cup.
"Qiuqiu, what is this?"
"Ah?" Because iced drinks are usually packed in opaque bottles and placed in the refrigerator, at that moment, Jiang Qiuqiu didn't know what it was, "What's wrong with this drink? Let me have a look."
Jiang Qiuqiu took the bottle, and the liquid in it had been drunk. She brought the opening close to her nose, and a faint smell of wine diffused.
…
"I got it wrong, I brought you a bottle of wine!"
"liquor?"