Is there such a good cook in the second middle school?

I can't see it.

Feng Nai's absent-minded thought did not go into it at all.

On the other side, Zhao Jianjian, who followed his brother back to the small apartment, was going to order takeout when he was hungry, and was shocked by a dish of fried rice with attractive color!

Where did his brother Nan steal his rice?

There's no takeout boy!

Wait a minute.

Let him follow the flow.

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

No, that's not the point.

The point is that his brother Nan seems to have left behind a sentence: "wait for me for five minutes" and entered the kitchen. When he came out again, he had two more plates of fried rice in his hand!!?

"Nan, Nan Ge?" Zhao Jianjian can't stop stuttering.

Mobei's voice is light: "huh?"

"You did it?" Zhao Jianjian can't believe it.

Mobei took a bite, or felt that his hand was a bit awkward, and his eyes were cold: "otherwise?"

What else can Zhao Jianjian say? A person who can only eat instant noodles, when can he learn to cook!

"Can you really eat it?" It's not his suspicion.

Mobei glanced at him slowly.

Zhao Jianjian immediately counseled, picked up the spoon and put it in his mouth. Even if it was bad, he recognized it. Who let his brother Nan fight so well now? The shoulder of No. 1 middle school It's really delicious!

"Nange, your skill is really excellent!"

Zhao Jianjian thumbs up and eats haisai at the same time. The tip of his tongue is full of ham. The rice grains are full. There are fried eggs in them. They are delicious.

After the dissolution of the imperial alliance, it was not without a period of loss.

She didn't even know where to go or what to do.

After all, her favorite is E-sports.

Later, the master told her.

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

She just put down some things, entered a technical school, learned the chef profession, turned the hobby into the kind of cooking, occasionally will open a live broadcast, never show her face.

Mobei once thought that if the imperial alliance was gone, she would probably never pick up the mouse again.

She did the same and retired.

Wait until she comes back.

Mobei found that there are always some things that can't be forgotten.

The past, like the memory buried in your body.

The more you wave the mouse, the more distinct it is.

Her favorite is E-sports.

Because, in order to be closer to the past.

And those people shouldn't have ruined her brother like that.

Mobei glanced at his red palm. His black hair came down. His eyes were low with a faint light.

It seems that it's time to report to the new team.

Before that.

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

Mobei was an emotional person when she was young. Her brother often called her little face paralysis.

When I grow up, I have a natural and noble temperament.

So even if it's a plaid apron, it doesn't show any femininity.

On the contrary, it is more warm and moist.

Zhao Jianjian didn't eat this meal for nothing. At his brother's command, he went to the supermarket to buy flour, eggs and a lot of chocolate.

What is his brother Nan doing?

We can't compete in E-sports. Do you want to be a cook?

"Nange, it's really bad for you to do this." Zhao Jianjian, with a serious face, said to the young man who was cleaning the oven with low eyes: "it's too damaging to the image of the big man in the second middle school."

Mobei with protective gloves, partial eyes, strong air is still handsome face.

Zhao Jianjian closed his mouth, turned around and said, "brother Nan, I'll see you later". He quickly took the door.

Mobei, who is less disturbed, has put his eyes on the oven again.

At this time, waiting for dinner, xiaonailin managed to get his mobile phone and wanted to chat with his little brother. He poked his little finger on the screen and said, "little brother, little brother, are you there?"

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