Her face was filled with anticipation, but she ignored the gloom that flashed across Qin Ke's face.
Haha, he is really a little too pretentious, isn't he? This plate of fried rice is not for him, but he is just a white mouse, being used as a test subject. Ha...haha!
"Qin Ke?"
"……Um?"
"Don't you want to try it? Or do you really have no confidence in my cooking skills?"[
To be honest, she is not that confident in her cooking skills. This is the first time she has fried rice by herself, so even she has never tasted rice fried by herself so far.
, what does it taste like?
"No, I'll eat it."
Qin Ke smiled, suppressed all his emotions and the psychological bitterness, took the plate she handed over, and took a big bite with a spoon.
He chewed, chewed hard, hoping that he could chew out a little bit of her sincerity, a little bit of her heart for him...
Unfortunately, there is none, not even one in a million!
This piece of fried rice is entirely for him, for a man who doesn't know, and I am trying my best.
Damn it, why? Why does Qin Ke love her so humbly? Why does Qin Ke not only want to be a victim of her love, but now he also wants to be a memorial sacrifice?
I said yes to letting go, and I also said yes to myself, and that’s how it goes…
"tasty!"
It's delicious, the taste is okay, the salt and chicken essence are just right, and some of the seasonings, ham, vegetables, etc., are just right. If he really wants to rate this plate of fried rice, in fact, Qin Ke really
I will give 100 points without hesitation.
The only pity is that this portion of fried rice was not made for him by Qin Ke...
"Is it really delicious?"
"Well, it's really delicious. If you don't believe it, take a bite."
Qin Ke took some with the spoon he had just used and handed it to Shi Yao'er's mouth.