When I heard this, I was very happy and hurriedly put tofu and beef 'meat' in his bowl. Picking up food is a habit of domestic hospitality, and at this time I was full of interest, and I didn't think much about it, but I just wanted to listen to the praise of the Middle Easterners about my Chinese cuisine.

Musa's brow was furrowed again, and he couldn't stop talking about the vegetables in the bowl, which made my heart feel awe-inspiring.

"Forget it. I put down my chopsticks and leaned back on the couch, "Whatever you want." ”

Moses looked up at me, and when he saw that I was discouraged, he lowered his head, frowned, and chewed slowly to finish the food I had put in his bowl. I looked at the solemn look on his face, and I couldn't help but cry out: "Is it really so unpalatable?"

Rolled up his sleeves, picked up a piece of beef 'meat' and tasted it himself. The juice is smooth and tender, although it is not as good as Yunyu tree, but it is still delicious.

It seems that it is not to the taste of Middle Easterners. I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.

But once again, Moussa denied my speculation, and still said, "It's delicious." ”

I grimaced, with a deep sense of frustration in my heart: "Your delicious sentence is too hypocritical. ”

I was delighted when he said this after drinking the soup just now, but now it was like a futile comfort to say it with his bitter face.

Undenied, Moussa persisted: "No, I'm serious. ”

"I can tell from your look on your face whether you're telling the truth or not. ”

Hearing this, Moses fell silent. After a while, he explained hesitantly: "It's really delicious, it's just ...... Don't put any more food in my bowl. ”

I was slightly stunned, and my face immediately turned crimson, and the heat was hard to go away.

It turned out that he frowned because he hated my saliva on the chopsticks......

I had to respond vaguely, this embarrassment didn't need more explanation.

This iftar meal was tossed back and forth several times until the night gradually rolled out. Although Moussa has been complimenting me on my cooking, I can no longer tell whether what he says is true or false, compared to his strange and contradictory words and actions today.

True or false, what's the matter, after all, there won't be too much 'intersection'.

The night outside the window is bustling and deep, and the whole city seems to be plunged into a flood of light and shadow. Perhaps it was my delusion, but when it came to parting, I felt a little reluctant and attached to Moses. But soon, this charming emotion was restrained by him again, and he returned to the deep pool of calm.

"Goodbye, cece. ”

"Goodbye. ”

The door closed softly, but it was like a blow to the heart. I stood for a moment, then walked over to the couch and looked at the mess at the table, not wanting to clean it up. Ren Sui curled up on the sofa, opened his eyes and looked at the empty 'swing' and 'swing' of the opposite seat.

What did Moses remember when he came nearer with his desires, and why did he seem to repudiate me, even though he was praising me?

Why should I care?

I had a headache and my desire was cracking, and I hugged my head, like a kind of poison, quietly seeping into my blood.

"Bang bang bang-" Just then, there was an unexpected knock on the door.

Did Moussa forget something? At the thought of this, I immediately rolled over and got out of bed, and trotted to the door.

Without asking who came, I opened the 'door' with a "bang", but in front of me, it was not the person I imagined.

Yun Yushu stood outside the 'door', with beads of sweat on his forehead, panting slightly, and carrying a thermal lunch box bag in his hand.

He chuckled and said with a little excitement: "Xixi, I just heard Jia Yi say that you are fasting these days and need to replenish nutrition. I've made you lamb soup, why don't you drink it while it's hot?"