Adding such a lunch box and such bamboo chopsticks, how do you think it tastes like a migrant worker? Bai Xiaosheng Novel Website www

Not only did the corners of Jian Yi's mouth twitch, but his eyebrows also twitched.

Seeing that he hadn't done anything for a long time, Su Mumu enthusiastically put the chopsticks into his hands, smiled so sincerely, and said coquettishly in a disgusting voice that she hadn't heard in twenty years:

"Oh, they called you and started cooking. They know you like abstract art, so they deliberately arranged these dishes to look abstract. Don't waste their efforts. Look, their hands are hurt.

Already."

Hearing that voice, Jian Jian couldn't help but feel numb. He looked at the several grids of the lunch box one by one. It was indeed quite abstract.[

Finally, when it came to her so-called injured hand, it was indeed red and slightly swollen, as if it had been soaked in water.

If the injuries sustained while cooking were like this, people all over the street would be injured while cooking, and their fingers would obviously be frozen.

Jian Yi remained calm and tapped her fingers lightly with the bamboo chopsticks:

"This red sausage is good and quite appetizing."

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Queen Mother Jian, you are really good at finding the key points. Su Mumu quickly retracted her hand, and imitated the bloody women on the bloody TV, twisting her shoulders in an extremely artificial way:

"Oh, look at this braised pork. It's ruddy in color, rich in flavor, and fragrant with soy sauce. It's fat but not greasy, thin but not fat! It's suitable for all ages and is suitable for nourishing yin and strengthening yang. It's a beauty that nourishes the brain. Mr. Jian

, you see how much I think about you. You work harder every day and create a higher GDP for our country. You are the pillar of the motherland and the pride of our people. You are..."

"Has anyone praised the food they cooked so much?" Queen Mother Jian calmly interrupted someone's gushing praise.

Su Mumu still maintained the "yes" mouth shape, blinked, as if she had gone too far, and smiled dryly at Jian Yi, "Excessive modesty is tantamount to pride, and I am also seeking truth from facts."

Jian Yi didn't say anything, just looked at her straightly, which made Su Mumu feel guilty for a while.

Just when she thought he couldn't move his chopsticks, Jian Yan withdrew her gaze and gracefully stretched out her chopsticks to pick up the three meat dishes and one vegetable dish in front of her.

After tasting them one by one with a calm face, Su Mumu suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. She had never thought that he could really use chopsticks. It was obvious at a glance that the food had been touched, and in such a cold weather, all the food had actually been eaten.

Very cool.

When the tip of the chopsticks just touched the greasy braised pork, Su Mumu stretched out her hand to stop it.

Jian Yan raised his eyes and looked at her.

Su Mumu avoided looking at him and said weakly:

"Stop eating it."

"Didn't you do it just for me?"

"Anyway, don't eat it."

"My wife worked so hard that her hands were turned into red sausages. If I don't eat, wouldn't it hurt your heart?" Jian Yi stared closely at the drooping face, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.[

"I changed my mind and don't want to eat it for you." Su Mumu let go and took the lunch box away.

The tip of the simple chopsticks pressed tightly and refused to let go.

The two were in a stalemate, one wanted to carry him away, the other refused to carry him away, one sat and looked up, and the other stood and looked down.

However, the momentum of standing was obviously not as strong as that of sitting. Although Jian Yi did not speak, those eyes almost penetrated Su Mumu.
Chapter completed!