Is there anyone with such good cooking skills in the second middle school?

I really didn't see it.

Feng Nai thought absentmindedly, and didn't look into it at all.

On the other side, Zhao Jianjian, who followed his brother Nan back to the small apartment, was originally hungry and was about to order takeout, but he was shocked by a plate of fried rice with attractive color!

Where did he steal the rice?

There is no takeaway brother!

Wait a minute.

Let him go along with the flow.

As soon as Brother Nan came in, he asked him to change his shoes.

No, that's not the point.

The point is that he Nange seemed to drop a sentence: "Wait for me for five minutes" and went into the kitchen, and when he came out again, he had two more plates of fried rice in his hand!?

"Nan, Brother Nan?" Zhao Jianjian couldn't control his stammering.

Mo Bei's voice was faint: "Huh? ”

"You did this?" Zhao Jianjian couldn't believe it.

Mo Bei took a bite, but still felt a little awkward in his hand, and his eyes were cold: "Otherwise? ”

What else can Zhao Jianjian say, when did a person who can only eat instant noodles learn to cook!

"Can you really eat it?" Not that he doubted.

Mo Bei slowly glanced at him.

Zhao Jianjian immediately coaxed, picked up the spoon and stuffed it into his mouth, even if it was unpalatable, he admitted it, who made Brother Nan so good now, the first one to carry the handle...... It's delicious!

"Brother Nan, your craftsmanship is really amazing!"

Zhao Jianjian gave a thumbs up while eating Haisai, the tip of his tongue was full of ham, the rice grains were even fuller, and there were scrambled eggs in it, which was very fragrant.

Mo Bei, who was praised, still has a very noble side face

After the dissolution 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, what she loves most is esports.

Later, the master told her.

"The Imperial League has never been a false name."

She just let go of something, entered a technical school, studied cooking, turned her hobby into cooking, and occasionally started a live broadcast, the kind that never shows her face.

Mo Bei once thought that if the Imperial League was gone, then she would probably never pick up the mouse again.

She did the same, retiring and retiring to hide her name.

Wait until she comes back again.

Mo Bei realized 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 distinct it is.

Her favorite is still e-sports.

Because, in this way, we can get closer to the past.

And those people shouldn't have spoiled her brother like this.

Mo Bei glanced at his reddened palm, the black broken hair fell, and his eyes were faintly light.

It seems that it is time to report to the new team.

Before that.

Let's go to the children's appointment first.

Mo Bei has been an emotionless person since she was a child, and her brother often called her small facial paralysis when she was a child.

When I grew up, I had a natural noble temperament.

So even if you put on a plaid apron, it doesn't show the slightest femininity.

On the contrary, it is more warm and moist like jade.

Zhao Jianjian didn't eat this meal in vain, listened to his brother Nan's command, went to the supermarket, bought flour, eggs, and a lot of chocolate.

What is he going to do?

If you can't play e-sports, do you want to be a family cook?

"Brother Nan, it's really not good for you to be like this." Zhao Jianjian said to the young man who was tidying up the oven with low eyes with a serious face: "It's too damaging to the image of your second middle school boss." ”

Mo Bei was wearing protective gloves, his eyes were biased, and his aura was still handsome.

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.

Mo Bei, who was less disturbed, put his eyes on the oven again.

At this time, the little grandmother who was waiting for dinner finally got the mobile phone, and wanted to chat with his little brother, his little finger poked on the screen, and his milk voice said: "Little brother, little brother, are you there?" ”