It is also a very prestigious thing to say in the future.
[Master, do you think this bowl of porridge is particularly delicious? ] Number 666 looked at Luo Liyan's sip after sip, and almost finished the bowl of porridge, so he asked jokingly.
"What's there to drink? Why don't I make it myself!" Luo Liyan replied casually.
But her culinary skills are golden fingers, so naturally she can't compare her skills with other chefs, otherwise many chefs in this world may lose their jobs.
"You can't say that because this Mu Junhao feeds me, it tastes better, right?!" She thought for a while, and then said something.
If another person did this kind of thing to me, I might be slightly moved.
But Mu Junhao...
hehe!
Luo Liyan sneered mockingly in her heart.
[no! I mean this porridge was made by Mu Junhao himself, and this is his first time cooking it! ] Although the words of No. 666 seem to be speaking well for Mu Junhao, it is hard to hide the taste of gloating.
This made Luo Liyan's movements of eating happily paused slightly, and his face became a bit ugly.
"Huh?" Mu Junhao stopped feeding, raised his eyebrows, and snorted suspiciously.
Luo Liyan looked at the bowl of porridge, then at Mu Junhao, then turned her head sideways and shrank back.
"It's said that there is nothing to do to show affection, rape or steal! So... you probably poisoned the porridge, and you plan to poison me to death!"
The defensive look on her face finally made Mu Junhao feel a little bit happier, and he was poured oil on her face again, igniting that little spark.
His sword eyebrows frowned into two hills, and when his eyes touched the wound on Luo Liyan's face, they went out again in an instant.
He snorted coldly, took a spoonful of porridge and handed it to Luo Liyan's mouth again.
Then he said, "Do you think that if I want to attack you, I need to bother to touch the food?!"
What kind of intelligence is she? !
"Then who knows! Anyway, you always like to attack a cutie like me! And putting anesthetics on the door of the safe passage is more troublesome than touching food." Luo Liyan turned her head again while talking Twist, a look of being beaten to death.
Mu Junhao looked at her bright red mouth, chattering and complaining about himself, but he didn't feel bored.
Anyway, it still has a taste of enjoyment.
It seems that from what I can remember, there is no one like her who talks back to me so unscrupulously when she is obviously angry.
I was thinking about turning her into the same look as those people.
But she looks like this, she seems to be more attractive to herself.
Mu Junhao felt that his head was a little confused, as if not only the little thing in front of him had deviated from his expectations, but even his emotions and thoughts had become different from his original self.
Mu Junhao looked at Luo Liyan with scorching eyes, seeing that she still looked like she was going to die, he suddenly wanted to pull her into his arms, and bite her hard twice, so that he could relieve the depression in his heart Let it out.
But then he thought of the wound on her knee, afraid that he would hurt her, so he had to give up.
Helplessly sighing inwardly, Mu Junhao pursed his thin lips tightly into a straight line, and then retracted the spoon of porridge from Luo Li's mouthpiece.
Then he sent it straight into his mouth.
"Master!" The old housekeeper's eyes widened in astonishment.