Chapter Seventy-Five: Dark Cuisine

"I'm not leaving, I don't believe that the author is such a person, and the author has not said anything like this to me, is the family's words not credible?"

"But you and the heavenly human world are both group administrators, the author only needs to tell him one person, besides, the matter of advertising at that time was really raised by the heavenly human world, and it can be seen from this that what he said seems to be true. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info”

"Forget it, let's not argue, wait for the author to come out and explain!"

"We've been waiting for a long time, but the author is nowhere to be seen, so it's not because I'm afraid, right?"

"What do you think, the author is not that kind of person, don't you see, since this incident broke out, the author has been on the same line with us, and has defended us everywhere. ”

"Maybe it's a bitter ploy?"

Seeing this person's words, Mi Mao was speechless, is it really just the author's bitter ploy? Mi Mao pondered.

"Anyway, let's see what the author says, right?"

Just as everyone was anxiously waiting, the book review area that broke through the sky ushered in a wave of scolding again, and soon drowned out the book reviews.

This time, no one is willing to help the author of Breaking the Sky refute, and even the fans have taken the initiative to leave the group.

At this time, the author is like a traitor, and no one wants to help him, but he has not yet realized that the situation has developed to such a situation.

And Qin Xuan, looking at Lin Ya in front of him with a headache again, was learning how to cook with his mother at this time.

Looking at the black thing, Qin Xuan complained for a moment, and then felt that his stomach, which was still screaming with hunger just now, had no appetite now.

But for this kind of thing that felt like dark cuisine, Qin Xuan's mother boasted: "Xiaoya, I didn't expect you to progress so quickly. ”

"Yes, aunt, so I have a talent for cooking?" Lin Ya said happily.

Qin Xuan's mother nodded, and then said: "It's much stronger than when I was young, when I just got married, I didn't know how to cook, and in the end, I slowly practiced it." ”

Hearing his mother's words, Qin Xuan shivered, but he didn't expect that his mother back then was also a good cook of dark cuisine.

Thinking of this, Qin Xuan couldn't help but mourn for his father, how did he endure his mother's torture at that time.

Could it really be that love can change like this?

The moment she saw Qin Xuan standing at the door, Lin Ya picked up a piece of fried burnt chicken nuggets and stuffed it into Qin Xuan's mouth.

Mo Ran felt something foreign in his mouth, and Qin Xuan unconsciously chewed twice.

A bitter and burnt taste filled Qin Xuan's taste buds, and then Qin Xuan's complexion changed instantly, and he hurriedly rushed to the trash can and vomited.

After vomiting, Qin Xuan's face darkened, his eyes looked at Lin Ya, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Lin Ya, what did you do just now?"

Lin Ya saw Qin Xuan's dark face, fiddling with the black unknown object on his fingertips casually, and then said, "I didn't do anything, how about I just let you taste the food I cooked?"

"What? Won't you taste it yourself?"

"I just think that the food I cooked myself will definitely be delicious, so in order not to affect my judgment, I have to let you taste it?" Lin Ya said vigorously.

"You?" Qin Xuan was so angry that he couldn't speak, "Forget it, I'm too lazy to meet you, Mom, it's time for you to cook." Qin Xuan turned his head to his mother and said.

"Cooking, isn't this already done?" Qin Xuan's mother pointed to a few plates of black things in front of Lin Ya, and then said.

Qin Xuan said in disbelief: "What, you let you eat these things?"

Qin Xuan's mother nodded, "What, not happy?"

Can I be happy with me, such a dark thing, what if I eat a bad stomach in a while.

Seeing Qin Xuan's unhappy face, Lin Ya took the lead and said, "I have already communicated with my aunt, and I will cook the meals in the future." ”

"What," Qin Xuan, who heard this, was so frightened that he almost fell, then stood up and looked at Lin Ya with a look of surprise.

"Yes, I discussed with Xiaoya, and she will make the meals in the future, and she likes to cook it too, and I can be lazy. Qin Xuan's mother said.

Seeing his mother's serious look, Qin Xuan wanted to cry without tears.

"Mom, do I want your own son back?"

"Look what nonsense you are talking about, who are you not my biological son?"

"But I don't want you to do this?" Qin Xuan cried and touched his stomach.

"If you like to eat or not, if you don't eat it, I see that there are two dogs waiting there at the door," Lin Ya glanced at Qin Xuan and said, and then made a move that if Qin Xuan didn't eat her, she would pour it out.

Seeing this, Qin Xuan knew that he had fallen to the point where he had to compromise.

With a few plates of dark dishes, Qin Xuan came to the table and made himself a bowl full of rice.

Lin Ya, who saw what Qin Xuan was thinking, did not reveal it, but looked at him with interest.

After taking a bite of rice, Qin Xuan picked up the chopsticks, looked at the dishes in front of him, didn't know how to start for a while, stiffened for a long time, Qin Xuan's mouth chewing the rice, and suddenly chuckled.

Qin Xuan snorted painfully, and then felt it carefully.

"Mom, why is there still raw rice today?"

"Oh, today's rice is steamed by Xiaoya?" Qin Xuan's mother said, as if she remembered something.

"What?" Qin Xuan looked at the full amount of rice, and suddenly felt that he was a little too much, he originally thought that he could fill his stomach with rice, but he didn't expect that even rice had become a dark dish.

Enduring the pain of the dry rice scraping his throat, Qin Xuanbala took two bites, then picked out a chicken nugget that looked better again, and ate it.

After pulling a few mouthfuls of rice, Qin Xuan felt that his throat was very uncomfortable, so he got up, poured a glass of warm water, drank two sips, came to the dining table, and looked at the rice bowl in front of his mother and Lin Ya without moving, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Hey, why don't you eat?"

"Xiaoya and I have already eaten. ”

"When?" Qin Xuan asked.

Qin Xuan's mother said: "Not long ago, I just started teaching Lin Ya how to cook, so I made a little less, and then we finished eating?"

"So, you don't eat any of the food you cook?" Qin Xuan said with angry eyes.

"Hey, aren't we full. Lin Ya said with a smile.

"Hehe," Qin Xuan sneered, now he can see clearly, the co-author is the two of them pit themselves together.

After thinking about it, Qin Xuanwu ate slowly there.