Mu Run looked back and saw that it was Mo Quyang. He must have just washed his face. The broken hair on his forehead was not dry yet, with a little moisture, and a few strands of slightly longer hair hung in front of his eyebrows.
Although he is very tall, he still has the bones of a boy and is not fully open. He is less generous and strong than an adult man. The slim and well-cult black shirt makes his already cold white skin look too white, even making it look dazzling.
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Her naturally thick eyelashes and lines looked at her lazily.
“It smells good.”
"Not only does it smell good, but it tastes delicious like you have never tasted before." Mu Run is still very confident in his craftsmanship.
"Knives, forks, chopsticks, spoons, what utensils do you use?"
"It seems that all your dishes are in need of use." Mo Quyang sat down at the dining table, looked at the red wine glass, and saw that there was only one, asked: "You don't want to drink?" jj.br
"I just remembered that I'm allergic to red wine." Mu Run poured him a glass, and she suddenly learned from Pan Jingjing's memory that Pan Jingjing was allergic to alcohol, and even a little bit would cause urticaria.
She didn't want to be greedy for a while and spend several days in pain.
After taking a sip of wine, Mo Quyang said: "You woke up very well."
"It tastes good, but the smell of the wine makes your wine unusual."
"Wine given from the auction house."
"Auction house?"
"Aslanda."
"Oh. Try these dishes, do they taste right? Especially this squirrel mandarin fish dish, it took me a lot of effort."
Mo Quyang looked at the golden squirrel-shaped fish, picked up his chopsticks, and picked out a piece of golden and attractive fish meat.
Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, sweet and sour, fresh and smooth, with a hint of rosy... It is indeed more delicious than it looks.
"Where did you learn that?"
"It's very hard to survive in District 11. It's not like in Emperor Star, where even a stray dog is fat and strong. In order to survive, I work everywhere and do any kind of work."
"So, you learned it while working?"
"Hmm." Mu Run thought about Pan Jingjing's memory. She did have the memory of working everywhere. In order to survive, she never lived a stable life.
"Of course, cooking also requires talent. As the saying goes, it's up to the master to lead you to practice. I have racked my brains to come up with these dishes. This dish alone, which looks like the most ordinary cucumber salad, has also gone through a lot of trouble.
It took one, two, three, four, five-six processes to get it to you."
"Really? Let me try it." Mo Quyang picked up a chopstick. The taste was crisp, sour and fresh, which was very appetizing.
"Is it delicious?" Mu Run asked, taking a chopstick himself.
Mo Quyang did not answer, but put down his chopsticks and took another vegetable kebab. The grilled asparagus, peppers, sweet potato cubes, and the brown and oily beef were all very appetizing.
"This is absolutely amazing!" Mu Run had already tasted a bunch before serving it and liked it very much. "I can even take this dish out to practice cooking."
"Every dish can be taken out," Mo Quyang replied while eating.
Mu Run smiled and offered him more wine, "If you are satisfied with my craftsmanship, can I discuss something with you?"
"Say." Mo Quyang wiped a little grease on his slender fingers with a napkin, then picked up the wine glass and took a sip of the wine.
"That's it." Mu Run looked up again and looked at his handsome face, especially the pink and thin lips, with a thin layer of oil, making them even more charming. Thinking about his identity again... like this