It's a damn delicious!

Guan Lang is completely unable to describe the food in his mouth in words.

Is this a level of four?

He doesn't know?

But it's really delicious.

Guan Lang had already eaten enough, but he still drank three bowls in a row, which shows how delicious this porridge is.

There is something delicious, and you can't enjoy it alone.

Guan Lang is a person who knows how to share, so he walked out of the living room with a casserole duangduang.

It's early twelve, Wu Yazhen has already finished taking a shower, and is sitting on the sofa blowing her hair with a hair dryer.

Seeing her cousin come out with another pot of porridge, Wu Yazhen looked helpless.

She didn't understand why her cousin had been cooking coarse grain porridge like crazy today, but she knew that she was real, really couldn't eat it anymore!

Otherwise, she will be fat and fat!

"I don't drink it!" Wu Yazhen stared at Guan Lang vigilantly, as if what he had in his hand was not a pot of coarse grain porridge, but a pot of poison.

"You're really... Don't you want to eat some?" Guan Lang had a bewitching look on his face, "It's really special.... It's so delicious! it's several times better than what Sister Yanxi makes!"

Wu Yazhen's eyes narrowed slightly when she heard this.

Is my cousin's cooking really so delicious? Are you confident enough to use Sister Yanxi as a unit of measurement?

She was very curious, and walked to Guan Lang's side with her steps.

Glancing at the porridge in the pot.

Looks... Doesn't seem to be a good idea?

She stared at Guan Lang with puzzled eyes, this is her cousin's proud work, cousin can't make porridge for a day, everyone is stupid, right?

"Come... You try a spoonful? Just a spoonful that doesn't have a lot of calories. Guan Lang said earnestly.

Although Wu Yazhen was a little wary of his cousin's demonic seductive expression, he still innocently pinched the soup spoon.

Again, one scoop won't gain much weight.

Anyway, she only drinks one spoonful, and she doesn't eat much in one gulp!

She also wanted to try how delicious the porridge her cousin had so strongly recommended.

With a spoonful in his mouth, Wu Yazhen's face, which was still unconcerned, suddenly turned into a look of enjoyment.

"It's... This ......." Wu Yazhen swallowed her saliva, and her hand holding the spoon trembled a little.

She never imagined that a bowl of porridge could be so delicious, and the various grains mixed together bloomed with unimaginable aromas as if the most wonderful chemical reaction in the world had taken place.

The fragrance of herbs and the mellowness of grains overflowed her mouth, seeped into her throat, and flowed into her stomach like a warm current, which lifted her spirits!

The tip of the tongue seems to have turned into an acre of ridges, golden ears of wheat, yellow-green sorghum, and delicate bean seedlings are all popping up wildly in a stubble!

She seemed to feel the warm breeze of autumn harvest, and was in a wilderness with the fragrance of grains and the yellow and golden light.

This is simply the supreme harmony of herbs and flames!

"Forget it, it's not hard for me to lose weight for you. Guan Lang was about to leave with a casserole.

"Slow... Wait cousin, I'll eat two bowls, it's a pity that you pour the leftovers......" Wu Yazhen said with a tangled little face.

"No, no... It's okay, I'm not going to throw it out, I can freeze it in the fridge and eat it tomorrow morning. Guan Lang said with a smile.

Wu Yazhen suddenly pursed her mouth, and her eyes looked slightly distracted.

Guan Lang watched her gradually lose her highlights, and it was impossible for her to really freeze back in the refrigerator.

After all, the purpose of his earliest coarse grain porridge was also to enhance his little cousin's resistance, and it just so happened that this porridge also had a special attribute of immunity +4, but it was two more points than delicious.

After drinking the porridge, she shouldn't have to worry about the recent flu.

"Forget it, I still don't freeze back to the refrigerator, it's easy to smell when frozen. Guan Lang casually found a reason to put the casserole on the table again.

Wu Yazhen breathed a sigh of relief quietly, with an expression that counted you as having a little conscience.

Under the wolfing swallow of the little cousin, a pot of coarse grain porridge that did not have much left quickly turned into nothing.

Wu Yazhen lay on the sofa, touched her slightly bulging belly, and quickly fell into trouble.

It's too much! Always tempting her with delicious food.

However, this porridge is also so delicious!

Wu Yazhen licked her lips, still having some aftertaste.

It's a pity that there are too few, and the dishes don't need to be washed, and they are all wiped out by her tongue.

......

The next morning, when Guan Lang came out of the shower after morning exercise, he saw his little cousin staring at him like a wolf.

"Good morning, cousin, do you want porridge today?"

Guan Lang was taken aback by her eyes: "I cooked a big pot of coarse grain porridge, but eating too much coarse grain is easy to indigestion, let's eat steamed buns this morning, right?"

He spent some time this morning studying the video he had recorded yesterday and reproduced it exactly the same as last night's steps.

The porridge I made was going to take some with a few thermos boxes for Qin Yanxi, Gao Qianhe and other acquaintances to eat when I went to the academy later.

The flu has been severe recently, and it doesn't hurt to eat some porridge to boost your immunity.

Wu Yazhen heard that he had boiled a big pot, and her eyes lit up slightly: "It's okay, let's eat porridge." ”

Under Guan Lang's somewhat worried gaze, Wu Yazhen ate three bowls in a row, and then went to school with her schoolbag in high spirits.

He cooks a lot of portions, so there's quite a lot left in the pot.

Guan Lang divided several insulated boxes into them.

Pack them all in a bag and carry them to the School of Architecture.

On the way, I happened to meet Gao Qian, who looked like a sick seedling.

"No, give you a bowl of coarse grain porridge, it's good for your health to eat it. Guan Lang didn't say a word, and threw out a box.

This kind of disease is the best guinea pig to test his coarse grain porridge.

Gao Qian and Xin happily accepted it, it just so happened that he hadn't gone to the cafeteria for breakfast yet, but he knew that Guan Lang's cooking skills were quite good.

He took it neatly in his hand, and said without knowing the good heart: "Why are you so kind to me all of a sudden? Say, Are you having bad intentions for me? Are you drugged?"

"Get out, then give it back to me. ”

"It seems that there are no bad intentions, so I can enjoy it with peace of mind. Gao Qian smiled cheaply.

"Let's go, I'll be annoyed when I see you!" Guan Lang waved Gao Qianhe away.

Carrying a bag of porridge, Guan Lang knocked on Qin Yanxi's door.

In fact, if he hadn't happened to meet Gao Qianhe on the road, he would have been going straight to the first place.

Naturally, there must be a relative and a close relationship to divide good things.

A fool like Gao Qianhe is naturally a little behind.

"Come in!" Qin Yanxi's voice came from behind the door.

Seeing that it was Guan Lang who entered the door, she was stunned for a moment, and then beckoned to him.

"Looking for me?"

Is it the first time Guan Lang came to her office early in the morning?

Teacher Xiao Wang's head also poked out from the desk next door: "Hallo!

"Morning! Guan Lang nodded at her.

"Sister Xi, I cooked some coarse grain porridge this morning, the flu has been prevalent recently, eating some can boost immunity. ”

Guan Lang put a bag of insulated boxes on the desk, and took the largest lunch box and put it in front of Qin Yanxi.

"Tut-tut!" Mr. Wang next door showed a teasing expression.