I made eight dishes at noon today.

Piled up on the round table, the array of flowers and the aroma are overflowing, so that the people sitting around them have the word 'want to eat' written on their faces.

No one was happy yet, and the old man was holding chopsticks, "Oh, I thought Qiuqiu was joking, but I didn't expect it to be really delicious." ”

"Ahem, Grandpa Yuan, you haven't started eating yet."

"You don't have to start eating, just smelling this taste, I already feel that my mind is open, and it is not comparable to drinking spiritual warming liquid." Yuan Jianguo's face was full of seriousness, holding chopsticks, "With such an effect, no wonder Al you have to say that eating is the same as drinking spiritual warming liquid, it is considered a treatment." ”

"I can't resist starting treatment now! Al, let's move our chopsticks! ”

"Wait—" Mrs. Al grabbed the old man's chopsticks, "You promised me that if I ate this meal, I would take a video of drinking the mental warming liquid for the next week, remember?" ”

“……”

"Have I ever said anything like that?" Yuan Jianguo's face was full of shock, "I don't remember." ”

"Al, are you mistaken-"

Before he could finish his sentence, Mrs. Al pressed the terminal directly, and a man's impassioned statement resounded through the dinner table: I don't eat! Don't eat!

I definitely don't eat it! Don't try to punish me!

I'm going to go fishing in the garden.

"And the audio we agreed on, too."

Yuan Jianguo:!

"You don't talk about martial arts! How can I record at will? It hurts me so much...... How are you like that! ”

"Then do you admit to the gambling contract? You can't eat it if you don't admit it. ”

Yuan Jianguo glanced at the things on the table, and then thought about the nutrient solution, and he was entangled for a moment-

Then he immediately stretched his chopsticks to the braised pork, "Okay, okay, I agreed." ”

They come and go, it's quite interesting, Jiang Qiuqiu thought, there are various forms of treating patients, occasionally joking and chatting with patients, and life is actually very rich.

After thinking about it, Yuan Jianguo had already eaten several pieces of meat, and his speed was the fastest, and when he saw Jiang Qiuqiu Si Wenwen eating, he also interjected: "Little girl, don't be shy, eat more if it's so delicious." ”

"I'll ask." He picked up a piece of braised pork, "What kind of meat is this, why is it so delicious?" ”

"It's goo-goo-goo."

"Gooing!?"

Again, the fear of being dominated by military rations.

It's really unbelievable, with a shocked face, Yuan Jianguo ate several pieces of braised pork.

"Grandpa Yuan, you don't just want to eat meat, you can eat something else, such as this carrot-"

"No, no, no." Since the Federation recommends that a single soldier with mental power should consume a sufficient amount of vegetables every month, the higher the mental power, the more he needs to consume, and Yuan Jianguo has to eat a lot of vegetables every month, and he is enough to eat vegetables at ordinary times, and he will continue to eat today...... The mind is full of rejections.

But before he could finish refusing it, he thought again, this is a dish made by the [Gifted Food Healer], maybe......

"Okay, I'll try."

The carrots in the brisket are not stewed for a long time, and the texture of the radish is not particularly soft and rotten, it is contaminated with the smell of beef, wrapped in a rich gravy, but it still retains a little carrot texture when you bite into it.

The flavor is strong but not heavy, and the taste that is completely different from the previous vegetables makes Yuan Jianguo's eyes shine.

This one is delicious, too.

So his chopsticks ran to the carrot brisket again. Jump sideways between braised pork and carrot brisket.

With chopsticks on one side, it can be said that it is very rain and dew.

Both the genetic hybrids and the spiritual power have great appetites, and after almost an hour, the eight plates on the table are basically empty, and the three of them are holding the bowls and drinking mutton soup.

The slightly spicy mutton soup is Jianguo's favorite, and two bowls are not enough, so I went to the kitchen to carry a big soup bowl.

But when he went alone, he came with a little tail.

A young and smiling teenager in a light blue down jacket with gray-white hair and a smile on his face followed.

He first greeted Mrs. Al familiarly, and then suddenly noticed that there was another person here, and he spoke: "Good afternoon, little sister, which house are you-"

Jiang Qiuqiu raised her head, made eye contact with him, and just wanted to say hello, she saw the young man stunned in place.

Three seconds of frustration, then ecstasy.

"Chirp, tweet!?"