Chapter Four Hundred and Fifty One
Mo Nan looked at her with big eyes, "Okay, then you taste it first."
Qiao Yimo felt uneasy when she saw it. She took a bamboo shoot and put it in her mouth carefully, and then chewed it carefully.
"How about..." Mo Nan couldn't wait to ask.
Qiao Yimo chewed twice, nodded, and said unexpectedly: "Yeah, it tastes good."
"I made it." Ning Yuze walked out carrying a plate of dishes, and happened to see what Qiao Yimo had just picked up.
"Then I will try it too." Mo Nan relaxed and put a small piece in his mouth, Qiao's face immediately showed a satisfied smile, "It's delicious."
She didn't lie, it was really delicious.
She had tasted Ning Yuze's cooking skills when she was in college.
Her sweet smile was accidentally hit by Lu Ziyan who came out from behind, and her irritability became more intense. She walked over and threw a dish in her hand in front of her casually, snorted coldly, "Taste Try the less."
Mo Nan was taken aback, looked down, and said with serious doubt: "Are you sure you can eat?"
Lu Ziyan smiled a little gloomily, "This young master cooks for the first time when he grows up, my old man doesn't have that blessing, even if you are born, you have to laugh and eat for me."
The other three, "..."
Mo Nan swallowed, looked at the bitter gourd scrambled eggs on the plate with a decent color, picked up the chopsticks and hesitated whether to eat bitter gourd or the real egg first, she didn't want to kill herself.
Qiao Yimo looked at her, "I'll try it."
"No!" Mo Nan hurriedly stopped her, and then smiled stiffly, "I'll try it first, I'd like to see if the self-proclaimed clever person like Lu Dashao will have some talent in cooking."
Lu Ziyan snorted softly, but looked at her without moving his eyes, a glimmer of expectation flashed under his eyes.
With a cross in his heart, Mo Nan took a half slice of bitter gourd and put it in his mouth, closed his eyes and started chewing.
After chewing twice, she suddenly opened her eyes and looked at him motionlessly. Two seconds later, she got up and rushed into the bathroom.
The three of them were stunned at the same time, Lu Ziyan's face slowly darkened, very ugly.
Qiao Yimo blinked, glanced at the same dishes on the table, put down his chopsticks silently, and clenched his hands slightly.
Pointing, the expression is a bit strange.
She felt a little bit of a landmine looking for landmines inexplicably, so it was better not to eat.
A few minutes later, Mo Nan came out of the bathroom, her pretty face slightly pale.
She really vomited. Her appetite was not very good recently. She couldn't eat anything except sweet and sour foods. Although she wanted to save him a little face just now, she couldn't help it.
"Nan Nan, how are you?" Qiao Yimo asked.
Ning Yuze also looked at her with some worry.
Only Lu Ziyan's face was still very ugly.
Mo Nan glanced at him, then smiled and waved at a few people, and said nonchalantly, "It's okay... Although it tastes a bit bad, it's cooked and ready to eat."
When someone cooks for the first time, she inexplicably doesn't want to hit him.
Ning Yuze looked at her with a deep gaze, said nothing, pulled the chair away and sat down.
Mo Nan sat down again, picked up his chopsticks and was about to continue eating the dish just now.
Suddenly a hand stretched out in front of her to take the plate away, "Don't eat it."
"What are you doing." Mo Nan didn't hold him, looking at him with a somewhat inexplicable expression, "Didn't you say you want me to finish it even if it tastes bad?"
Lu Ziyan took away the plates, picked out the dishes he had fried, and threw them back to the kitchen trash can. Then he lowered his eyes and curled his lips, his tone was meaningless, "This is my first time cooking. It’s nothing to lose face if it’s unpalatable. It’s just going back to eat you back to the hospital, and maybe you’re going to ruin it.”
Mo Nan curled his lips, "The heart of a villain."
Finally, I can eat with confidence. Qiao Yimo smiled and picked up the chopsticks, but he didn't forget to ridicule him again. "It's a pity, I haven't tasted how Lu Shao's craftsmanship is. It's also unpalatable. Wouldn't you mistake sugar for salt?"
He twitched the corners of his lips with a smile, "I haven't finished pouring, or I will give you all, or I can take it back and give you a man a taste."
Qiao Yimo, "..."
…
After the meal, the two men were finally willing to leave, Mo Nan and Qiao Yimo were finally relieved.
"You should rest early, and I should go back." Qiao Yimo put on his coat.
Mo Nan posed with disgust
Hand, "Let's go, let's go, go, all I think about is your man, I can't keep it."
"..."
Qiao Yimo rolled her a glance, fastened the buttons, picked up the bag and mobile phone, walked to the door, suddenly stopped, looked back at her, his tone faded a little, "If you really want to go back to your hometown, remember to give I will call and I will see you off."
Mo Nan's hometown is in an ancient town in Linzhou. She visited several times when she was in college. It was quite far from Jiangcheng. Her parents were both middle school teachers and scholars. If she knew that she was pregnant when she was unmarried, she would definitely not be able to accept it.
But now there is no other way, since she wants to keep it, she has to face it.
Mo Nan's eyes were dark, and he nodded, "Yes."
Qiao Yimo looked at her and wanted to say something. He squirmed his lips, but still made no sound, opened the door and walked out.
Back at the apartment, she was already sitting in her heart ready to accept a certain man's face, but Chen Ma told her that after he took Qiao Ranran out in the evening, he has not returned and has not explained where he went.
She went back to the bedroom to take a shower and changed her clothes. Seeing that the man hadn't come back, she picked up the phone and made a call.
After a few seconds of ringing there, it was connected, and a man's soft voice came out, "Hey."
"Where did you and Ran Ran go? Why haven't you come back yet?"
The man said lightly: "I'm here in Rongfeng, take her out to play, and I will go back soon. If you are tired, take a rest."
"..." Tired? She has been asleep for a long time, it's only past seven o'clock, and she can't go to bed so early even if she wants to go to bed.
She looked at the night outside and spoke softly to the phone, "Where are you now? Or should I find you?"
After a few seconds of silence there, the man’s unwavering voice came out, "Well, I will let someone pick you up now."
"Don't bother, tell me the address and I will take a taxi myself."
"Also, I will send you the decision. Be careful on the way."
"Ok… "
Qiao Yimo hung up the phone with a chuckle, talked to Madam Chen, and went out.
At this time, on the other side of the phone, Fu Sinian put the phone back in his pocket, looking at Rong Feng sitting on the opposite sofa, his voice returned to indifference, "Bring someone here."
(End of this chapter)