Yan Chengmo frowned, and looked at her embarrassed appearance of eating with one hand on his cheek: "This is my home, can you not make a sound when eating?" ”

"Your home? Can you afford a mansion here? Tang Yiling bit the head of the chopsticks, looked at Yan Cheng silently, and nodded boringly: "Modern cooks are more popular than ancient cooks!" ”

"What antiquity?" Yan Chengmo felt that she was always inseparable from the ancient sayings, and the first time she saw her, she kept saying "thatched house" and "cook······

Moreover, the last time she broke into the roof of the building, she also talked for half an hour, and this time she said something modern and ancient, Yan Chengmo asked curiously: "Why are you always a little ······?"

Tang Yi's clever eyes rolled, and he immediately interrupted his train of thought: "It's the sound of these radishes drying and crunching, not my problem." ”

After speaking, Tang Yiling tilted his head and glared at Yan Chengmo, so that Yan Chengmo could look around, so that Yan Chengmo would not continue to explore her accent!

Yan Chengmo was stunned by her, his mind was blank for an instant, and he was stared at by her all the time, he had never gotten along with the opposite sex, and he was stared at by Tang Yiling at this time. Give her a bite to eat, and her expression is so savage!

She looked at Yan Chengmo and no longer doubted her, so she chewed the dried radish with peace of mind, and she drank a few sips of porridge, which couldn't be more refreshing.

She poked her head out to look aside, and there was still food unopened. She opened the white ceramic lid and looked at another dish······

Well? It's a sweet potato!

She remembered eating at Yanmo's restaurant, and this dish was delicious.

So she put down her chopsticks and stretched out her hand to move the dish over, but she didn't know that it was moved by Yan Chengmo!

"What are you doing? What about it? Tang Yiling said to him.

"Don't you just eat dried radish porridge? I'll put this away first. Yan Chengmo originally made a sweet potato and sent it to her to eat.

But at this moment, Yan Chengmo was worried that there was too much sugar in the sweet potatoes, after all, they were made at home, and it was not easy to control the condiments without ounce cups.

Sweet potatoes are his brother's favorite dish.

"Come, I want to eat that dish now, the dish in your hand." Tang Yiling stared at him with slanted eyes, and the more he didn't dare to look at her directly, the more arrogant her eyes became.

Tang Yiling has discovered that Yan Chengmo has a characteristic, that is, he has never dared to look her in the eyes, his eyes are always looking at the table and looking elsewhere······

It was precisely this feeling that made her especially want to bully the dead cook!

"Bring it." After she puffed out her cheeks and pouted, she snatched it from him with her hand, and didn't take chopsticks, just took the sweet potato fries in her hand and ate them.

Yan Chengmo didn't have time to snatch it back, so he let go of her half-push and half-let it go, and watched her eat it.

He remembered that she liked this dish, but he was not sure at the moment, maybe she didn't like it again today, so he waited for her to react seriously.

Tang Yiling was in a daze at the ceiling while eating, his small mouth was stuffed with sweet potatoes, and he was slowly chewing sweet potatoes, sweet and delicious, this sweet potato was really delicious.

"Why are you cooking this early this morning?" Tang Yiling asked him with a frown.

"Too sweet?" Yan Chengmo asked suspiciously, then looked at Tang Yiling and shook his head, he changed his words and asked, "The texture of sweet potatoes is not powdery and glutinous enough?" ”

Tang Yiling stared at him, and shook his head at him when he heard it.

made Yan Chengmo very disappointed, thinking that he didn't make the dish to the extreme.

And then ······

Tang Yiling looked at him with a smile.

He was numb from her smiling and malicious eyes, and he quickly turned his head to look away: "Ahem······"

"The sweet potatoes you made are really delicious!" Tang Yiling laughed after speaking, and didn't care about the embarrassing appearance of his mouth stuffed with sweet potatoes.

Yan Chengmo, who was listening from the sidelines, smiled, and cautiously raised his head, squinting at her as she lowered her head to eat.

Her long eyelashes and red cheeks were white and red, and she didn't have any rouge gouache, but her skin was so smooth and clean, as white and tender as an egg with a shell peeled!

She was white and tender all over her body, and it seemed that as long as the wind blew lightly, her skin would be blown out.

The corners of Yan Silence's mouth curled up two arcs, and the single-eyelid pupils were full of this snack goods, if you look closely, it is not as hateful as it was in the men's bathroom, although it is a little rude, but it is also a little more cute.

A table, porridge and dried radish, plus a pot of shredded sweet potatoes, a man and a woman, sitting facing each other, seemed to forget the gradually brightening sky outside, and both of them cast their bodies and minds in front of the table, concentrating on the food on the table.

Tang Yiling closed his eyes and chewed, completely intoxicated by the deliciousness, smiling all over his face, and just lowered his head and ate greedily: "I really like this dish." ”

"There are a lot of people who like to eat this dish." Yan Chengmo said, after speaking, he secretly thought about his brother once in his heart, and his brother loved to eat this dish very much.

"yes, everyone likes good food." Tang Yiling sighed as he ate it, and put down half of the sweet potato in his hand: "Yan Chengmo, you say a dish, how can you not be liked?" ”

"Don't like the dish? If it's not delicious, no one will like it. Yan Chengmo watched her eat sticky sweet potatoes all over the corners of her mouth, so he pulled out a tissue on the table and handed it to her: "The corner of your mouth." ”

Tang Yiling looked at Yan Chengmo in a daze for a while, but Chen Hailin had already relied on her.

Yan Chengmo immediately looked away, and only raised his hand to hand her the tissue.

Tang Yiling rolled his eyes again, took the tissue to wipe his mouth, and lowered his head to eat the sweet potato: "But that dish is indeed already targeted, how can that person not like this dish?" ”

"Then make this dish very different from the original, and naturally I don't like it." Yan Chengmo couldn't help but laugh after speaking:

"Chefs only try their best to make a dish that people like, and no chef will put the effort to make a dish that people don't like."

Tang Yiling looked at the ceiling, raised his orchid hand again, and put a slimy sweet potato in his mouth: "It's become very different?" For example? ”

“······” Yan Chengmo wanted to know if this shredded sweet potato was to her liking.

But Tang Yiling not only didn't say anything, but also frowned, eating one bite at a time, with a resentful binge eating and drinking on his face, so that Yan Chengmo no longer dared to interrupt, for fear that if he asked too much about whether it was delicious or not, he would drop his chef's shelf, so he silently watched her eat a plate of sweet potatoes and pull silk.

"How does it taste?" Yan Chengmo put away the empty plate and pretended to ask casually, but he was actually very nervous in his heart, for fear that he would be told that it was not delicious, which would make his heart very stuffed.

"Hoo ······" Tang Yiling took the tissue handed over by Yan Chengmo, shook his head and looked at the ceiling.

Yan Chengmo was very disappointed, and he knew that the sugar was not well controlled, and he should not be so sloppy and brought to outsiders to eat, which really seriously ruined his chef's skills.

The last time he made a mistake was in the hotel, this time the mistake was at home, what a shame to throw home!

"Great." Tang Yiling said with a satisfied smile, and nodded: "It's so delicious, this is the best meal I've ever eaten!" ”

Tang Yiling lowered his head and asked Yan Chengmo, who was looking down at the table: "Dead cook, how do you make this sweet potato, next time you teach me to make it." ”