Fan Mo happily went to find Mingmei with the dishes.

Mingmei looked at the long-lost meal, and wanted to say that she didn't eat it, but her eyes betrayed her.

The dumpling said very kindly: "Host, just take a bite, right?" ”

Mingmei nodded seriously: "Okay!" Just one bite! ”

The dough was helpless to hold his forehead, and the host didn't hold on for even three seconds!

Fan Mo diligently set up the dishes and chopsticks, and during this time, the two of them have been running around and have not had a good meal.

Today, he deliberately made a few bright and favorite dishes, one is to reward the hard work of this year, and the other is to make amends.

Mingmei's eating speed is not slow, but it looks elegant, Fan Mo holds the dishes for her, a meal, and eats quietly and warmly.

Fan Mo said a few interesting things from time to time.

Mingmei's face was expressionless and did not respond.

After eating, the servants cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks.

Fan Mo seemed to have no reason to stay, he sighed silently, turned around and left the room, his hand was already on the handle, but he was a little reluctant.

He said in a low voice: "The events of that day were out of love, and I didn't mean to blaspheme you, you know, I actually like you very much, if you don't like me......"

The latter words are difficult and dazed.

Even Fan Mo himself didn't know, if Mingmei didn't like him, what would happen to him, he would probably be so angry that he would become a demon, right?

"I don't hate you." Mingmei said indifferently.

This time is a process of emotional instability, and it is also a process of sorting out thoughts.

There were some questions that she needed to think about before she could figure them out.

Fan Mo's heart, which had just been dormant, came back to life, revealing a smirk that would only be revealed when facing a lover. "I'm so happy!"

The voice is soft, with the hint of flower petals blooming.

Mingmei's heart softened suddenly.

After a while, she sighed softly. "Tomorrow, let's go to the Demon Clan, I want to see Fu Baotian first."

"I'll go with you."

"Good!"

Fan Mo got the promise, and happily wanted to step forward to kiss Mingmei again, but he seemed to remember something and stopped.

He quickly opened the door, took a few steps, and stopped.

"What do you want to eat for supper at night, I'll make it for you?"

Bright: "......"

Wouldn't it be too spineless to really order a late-night supper?

Dough Zi muttered in a low voice: "Actually, in order to eat, what is the backbone?" ”

Mingmei silently glanced at the dumplings, and calmly reported a few snacks she wanted to eat.

The hair of the dough will be fried.

Host, it's gone!

I really want to learn to cook, so wouldn't it be better to hug the host's thigh?

Such a thought just popped into my mind.

Countless recipes quickly came from the main system: "One Hundred Home Cooking" is being transmitted, and "Eight Great Cuisine Recipes" is being downloaded......

Dumpling: "......"

Fan Mo smiled and wrote it down, turned around and went towards the kitchen.

He has already decided that the road to the demon race is very long, and the eating habits there must be different from those of the human race, so he has to make more food and bring spare food on the way, so as to capture the hearts of beauties.

At night.

Fan Mo brought snacks and wine to find Mingmei, and the two of them sat on the roof, looking at the moon and the lights of ten thousand homes, admiring the embarrassment of the city lord tied to the pillar, and chatting with each other.

The city lord looked at the handsome young man and girl in the moonlight with a dry mouth, and shed two lines of tears of remorse.

It's cool to be lazy for a while, but now it's tied on the pillar, and the official is not distracted, and now it's two lines of tears.