Motata quickly took out a piece of toilet paper from his pocket and wrapped it around his left index finger. Then he put the swimming crabs and rice cake slices in the pot and stir-fried them together, adding salt, sugar, and light soy sauce.

People who knew about it understood that she was doing it randomly, but people who didn't know about it thought she was a professional...

After the swimming crab rice cake was served, Motata looked at the dark food on the plate which had no color at all and had no appetite at all.

The food, which was full of color, flavor and taste, was defeated at the first level. Why was it so ugly? How could it be so good? I was really worried that Feng Yingchen would think that he had casually put a few pieces of honeycomb briquettes on the dinner plate - -.

Motata's stomach began to growl again, ~~~~(gt;_lt;)~~~~, no matter how much, this is my first time to cook in person, besides, I

I'm still hungry, so it's great to be able to make food.

With a sense of luck, Motata carried the dinner plate and a pair of chopsticks to Feng Yingchen's bedroom. He gently opened the door and saw Feng Yingchen still sitting attentively on the wooden chair and working on his laptop.

Entering the document, his delicate and pointed profile is full of aloofness and alienation, and his beautiful eyes reflect an indifferent and tired light. He has put on a good-looking casual outfit, the color is monotonous but has an aristocratic temperament, simple and comfortable casual

The outfit wraps up the hot young body.

Motata walked softly and slowly to Feng Yingchen, and gently placed the tableware on the table, trying not to make any noise. Because she gradually understood how serious and focused Feng Yingchen was at work.

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After only seeing each other for a while, Feng Yingchen noticed Motata's arrival. He turned his head casually and glanced at Motata with tired and charming eyes. Motata stood aside and was not standing.

No, she clenched the corners of her clothes tightly with her fingers. When Feng Yingchen saw Motata's embarrassment, he immediately guessed the whole story, and a charming and malicious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Then he turned his eyes to Black

Looking at the Huhu things, her raised eyebrows wrinkled together slightly, and she asked casually, "Did you do it?"

"I... I know it's really ugly. You can choose not to eat it... I've never cooked before, so I messed up this time, or should I throw it away? It looks uncomfortable, myself

I hate them all, I..." Motata explained hesitantly, his tone full of embarrassment and helplessness.

"What's wrong with your hand?" Feng Yingchen asked casually, as if he didn't hear a lot of Motata's long-winded words.

"I'm not very good at chopping vegetables, so...but it doesn't matter, this little thing is still a big deal?!" Motata said nonchalantly.

"Too stupid." Feng Yingchen teased mockingly, glancing at the thin Motata, her short black childlike hair exuding a soft light.

"..." I x your mother. Motata cursed in his heart.╭(╯^╰)╮

Feng Yingchen picked up the chopsticks with his delicate white fingers, picked up a shriveled swimming crab, and put it elegantly into his mouth. His lazy and proud eyes were still staring at the computer seriously. He chewed slowly, his face
Chapter completed!