There are people with such good cooking skills in No. 2 Middle School
I really didn't see it.
Feng Nai thought about it absent-mindedly, and didn't pay attention to it at all.
On the other side, Zhao Jianjian, who followed his Brother Nan back to the small apartment, was about to order takeaway when he was hungry, but was startled by a plate of tempting fried rice!
Where did Brother Nan steal the rice from
There is no delivery boy!
Wait a moment.
Let him go through the process.
As soon as Brother Nan came in, he asked him to change his shoes.
No, that's not the point.
The point is, Brother Nan seemed to have left a sentence: "Wait for me for five minutes" before entering the kitchen, and when he came out again, there were two extra plates of fried rice in his hand! !
"Nan, Brother Nan?" Zhao Jianjian couldn't help stuttering.
Mo Bei's voice was light: "Huh?"
"You did this?" Zhao Jianjian couldn't believe it.
After taking a bite, Mo Bei still felt that his hands were a little awkward, and his eyes turned cold: "Otherwise?"
What else can Zhao Jianjian say, a person who can only eat instant noodles, when will he learn to cook!
"Can it really be eaten?" It wasn't that he doubted it.
Mo Bei glanced at him slowly.
Zhao Jianjian immediately hesitated, picked up the spoon and stuffed it into his mouth, even if it was unpalatable, he would admit it, who made Brother Nan so good at fighting now, the one in No. 1 middle school... so fucking delicious!
"Brother Nan, your skills are truly amazing!"
Zhao Jianjian gave a thumbs up while eating Hesai, the tip of his tongue was full of ham, and the rice grains were even more plump, with fried eggs inside, which was very fragrant.
Mo Bei, who has been praised, still has a very noble side face
After the disbandment of the Imperial League, it was not without a period of confusion.
She didn't even know where to go or what to do.
After all, her favorite thing is e-sports.
Later, the master told her.
"Dimension has never been a false name."
She just let go of certain things, entered a technical school, learned to be a chef, and turned her hobby into cooking food, and occasionally opened a live broadcast, the kind that never showed her face.
Mo Bei once thought that if Dimeng was gone, she would probably never pick up the mouse again.
She did the same, retiring to anonymity.
Wait till she comes back again.
Only then did Mo Bei realize that there are always some things that cannot be forgotten.
Those pasts are like memories buried in your body.
The more you wave the mouse, the more vivid it is.
Her favorite is e-sports.
Because, in this way, we can get closer to the past.
Moreover, those people shouldn't spoil her brother like this.
Mo Bei turned his head to glance at his flushed palm, his black hair fell down, and there was a faint light in his eyes.
It seems that it's time to report to the new team.
before this.
Go to the children's appointment first.
Mo Bei has been an emotionless person since she was a child. When she was a child, her brother often called her facial paralysis.
After growing up, she has a natural noble temperament.
So even if you wear a plaid apron, you don't show the slightest femininity.
On the contrary, it is more gentle and moist like jade.
Zhao Jianjian didn't eat this meal in vain. Following his brother Nan's command, he went to the supermarket to buy flour, eggs, and a lot of chocolate.
What is Brother Nan going to do
I can't play e-sports anymore, do I want to be a house husband
"Brother Nan, it's really not good for you to be like this." Zhao Jianjian said to the young man with lowered eyes who was tidying up the oven with a serious face, "It's too damaging to your image as a big boss in No. 2 Middle School."
Mo Bei was wearing protective gloves, and he turned his eyes to the side, his face still handsome with a strong aura.
Zhao Jianjian closed his mouth, and under such a cold gaze, he turned around obediently, said, "Brother Nan, see you later", and quickly closed the door behind him.
Mo Bei, who was less disturbed, turned his attention to the oven again.
At this moment, Nailin, who was waiting for dinner, finally got his mobile phone and wanted to chat with his little brother. She poked her little finger on the screen and said in a childish voice, "Little brother, little brother, Are you there?"
(end of this chapter)