If only from the perspective of live broadcast, there is no doubt that her panoramic live broadcast is much better than the half-cut live broadcast.
but…
There was a momentary shake in the bottom of my heart, and I almost said another answer, Mo Si told himself that it was understandable to want to say another answer.
After all, she is still young, and she is about to go to Federal University. This kind of live broadcast platform has a lot of traffic and many people watch it.
Jiang Qiuqiu is obviously a wealthy person on the platform, and it will undoubtedly be uncomfortable to be exposed to everyone's eyes.
But the dew is exposed, and there are materials everywhere, so it is useless to cover up.
With a lot of thoughts, Mo Si raised his eyes: "It's a panoramic view."
He said: "You like to cook very much. If you are photographed in a panorama, the picture will be richer and more attractive."
"you're right!"
"Okay, I won't keep talking about the live broadcast." She also went to the kitchen to bring a meal, "It's eight o'clock and we haven't had dinner yet, let's have dinner first!"
This dinner is destined to be extraordinary.
This is the closest fan to him, so Jiang Qiuqiu naturally didn't miss the opportunity to get in close contact with the fan, and kept asking how the tofu tasted. Mosi's language is not very rich, and he only has a few words that are delicious, delicious, and perfect. Even so, he still makes Jiang Qiuqiu very happy.
He saw that Jiang Qiuqiu's pupils were full of starlight, like a layer of finely divided Milky Way.
He asked Jiang Qiuqiu again if he particularly liked food.
Jiang Qiuqiu nodded, "Yes, I like cooking very much. Cooking makes people happy, and it's even happier if someone likes the things they make."
After she finished speaking, Mo Si took a sip of the soup, and suddenly said: "Then you should be happy every day."
Jiang Qiuqiu didn't catch the stalk all at once.
I saw the man's tone indifferent but very real: "Because what you make is liked by many people."
"You are the best cook I have ever met."
The more plain and sincere, the more moving.
The corners of Jiang Qiuqiu's mouth rose, "Sister Idiom always said that you can't speak, but I think you are very good at talking most of the time."
"She said I can't speak?" Mo Si's heart hardened, and his mind immediately thought: My disobedient sister is spreading rumors everywhere.
Hearing the next sentence, my mind immediately picked up—
Just mostly.
So, he has been unable to speak...
Wait, I suddenly remembered. Accompanied by that memory, there is also Mo Chengyu's unbeaten face.
"Feel sorry."
"Huh? Why did you suddenly apologize?" Jiang Qiuqiu was puzzled.
Mo Si looked at her, "Sometimes you speak without thinking, which hurts you."
"When did that happen? I forgot, don't mention that!" Chen Zhima rotten, Jiang Qiuqiu pointed at the rice: "Eat first!"
"it is good."
The two of them ate together, eating more slowly than usual.
After Mosi ate here, she rushed to help Jiang Qiuqiu wash the dishes, how could she let Mosi work alone.
So in the small kitchen, two people each occupy a sink, you wash and I scrub, completely forgetting about the robot assistant and housekeeper standing aside.
At nine o'clock, there are no bright stars in the winter sky, only the occasional hovering cars and mechs that fly by.
Jiang Qiuqiu sent Mosi back to the villa, and when he was about to reach the door, Mosi raised his hand to stop her: "It's cold outside, you go back. Don't catch a cold."
The cool wind was blowing, and she wasn't wearing an arctic fleece jacket, so she really shouldn't have gone out.
She waved, "then you go back first."
that night.
Jiang Qiuqiu sent a message to Mo Si. There was no beginning, no end, and it was not a greeting. It didn't seem to have any special meaning, but it seemed to be full of hints of special meaning.
— You are the first person to eat this dish besides me. #attached#