Mo Yiming was still not at ease, watching her walk around the kitchen, his whole heart was attached to her. After a few minutes of restlessness, he hurried to the kitchen to look at her.

"Why did you get here?" he looked at here and always felt weird.

"I don't interfere, I just want to see you. Mo Yiming said, leaning against the kitchen door and looking at her.

"Oops, it's fine. Leng Qiange wiped the cold water on his hands, dragged him to the living room and sat down, and rubbed his head: "Good, sit still, it'll be fine soon." ”

Mo Yiming shook his head helplessly, there was nothing he could do with her. Although he sat in the living room, his eyes never took his eyes off her.

Tossing in the kitchen for more than an hour, I haven't cooked for too long, and it's a bit handy. When she didn't meet Mo Yiming before, she always ate out and rarely cooked by herself, so she ...... The cooking is really average. It's not a dark dish, and it's barely delicious.

I cooked a pot of mung bean porridge, stir-fried two plates of small greens, fried a plate of pumpkin pie, and finally made a steamed fish.

"Wash your hands and get ready to eat. Leng Qiange was beautiful all the time, and when she saw Jiang Xinyi on the way back, she thought about it for a long time, and wanted to cook a meal for Mo Yiming herself.

He's done so much for himself, and she doesn't seem to have officially done anything for him.

Mo Yiming washed his hands and came back, glanced at the dishes on the table, and had no expression on his face.

"Taste it, how does it taste?" Leng Qiange sat opposite and looked at him expectantly: "Although...... It doesn't look good, but it should taste good. ”

Clipping a piece of pumpkin pie in his bowl: "Try this, make pumpkin pie for the first time." ”

I happened to have the ingredients at home, so I fried a few pumpkin pies according to the steps on the recipe.

Looking at the slightly charred yellow object in the bowl, Mo Yiming hesitated and didn't dare to take a bite. The yellowish color looks the same as shi.

Raising his head, he happened to meet Leng Qiange's expectant eyes, not wanting to disappoint her, so he took a bite and instantly petrified.

"How's it taste?" Leng Qiange propped his chin with one hand, waiting for him to answer.

"Well, it's not bad. Mo Yiming tugged at the corners of his mouth and swallowed the pumpkin pie in his mouth: "That's it...... A little burnt and then ......"

"And then?"

And then ...... It's not too cooked inside. Mo Yiming was afraid of hitting her, so she hurriedly comforted: "But overall it's still good, great." ”

"Forget it......" Leng Qiange waved his hand helplessly, seeing that he was perfunctory. I put another piece of steamed fish in his bowl, and she was quite satisfied with this dish: "Try this, this should be good." ”

Mo Yiming glanced at the fish on the plate, much like asking her what that black, viscous liquid was?

I added a little fish meat and put it in my mouth, and a rushing smell instantly flooded my brain. I really couldn't swallow this fish, so I quickly spit it out into the trash can next to it.

"What's wrong?" Leng Qiange hurriedly poured him a glass of warm water, pouted and asked, "Is it unpalatable?"

Mo Yi rinsed his mouth, pointed to the black viscous liquid on the fish's body and asked, "What is that?"

"Mustard. Leng Qiange replied honestly, and didn't feel anything wrong: "This is also made according to the recipe, steamed fish in mustard sauce." ”

"Good ......" Mo Yiming tugged at the corners of her mouth, and couldn't bear to hit her. The mustard in the bowl is simply miserable, this should be fish steamed mustard, right?