Xia Meng immediately rushed over and picked up Tom, obviously such a cute kitten, but now her belly is so big, it looks so pitiful.

"Tom, who did it, what did they do to you, tell me," Xia Meng kept shaking Tom's head.

Tom saw Xia Meng, like seeing a savior.

In Xia Meng's arms, Tom played with his upper body, pretended to be very weak, and raised his little claws slowly.

"Hiccup————

Suddenly, Tom had a long burp.

Xia Meng: "......"

After burping, Tom closed his eyes, his head drooped, and the little claws that had just been raised weakly fell.

Tom seems to be gone.

"Tom !!"

Xia Meng hugged Tom's meow and shouted in pain.

At this time, Xia Ruo happened to walk out with a plate of mapo tofu, looking at the wailing Xia Meng and Tom who pretended to be dead like a drama spirit, Xia Ruo's eyelids didn't move.

"Xia Meng, you're back, eat mapo tofu tonight, I just made a plate, do you want to try it?"

Hearing what his brother said, the originally sad expression on Xia Meng's face disappeared in an instant and turned into an expectant expression.

"Hey, it's so fragrant mapo tofu, it looks delicious, I want to eat it!"

Looking at the mapo tofu in his brother's hand, as soon as Xia Meng let go, Tom fell directly from Xia Meng's hand to the ground.

During this period, Xia Meng only cared about eating mapo tofu, and didn't even look at Tom.

Sure enough, it's a family.

Tom, who fell to the ground, saw it.

……

"It's delicious, it's delicious!"

Xia Meng tasted this kind of mapo tofu for the first time, it was completely different from what she had eaten before, it can be said that it was the best dish she had ever tasted, that kind of texture and taste, it was no longer a cuisine, it was like art.

When you eat it, it feels like the pores of your body are open, as if someone is massaging your whole body.

Cooking can achieve this level, Xia Meng has never heard of it.

Is your brother's cooking level already so good? A five-star chef?

Xia Meng wanted to know which cooking school her brother went to study, she was really a little curious, why her brother's cooking level changed day by day, and whether she should also sign up for the study.

"Well, if you think it's delicious."

Xia Ruo nodded expressionlessly, and continued to enter the kitchen to make mapo tofu.

Dinner was soon ready, it was mapo tofu with steamed rice.

Rice with mapo tofu is nothing, mapo tofu is rice, but Xia Meng faced the ten plates of mapo tofu in front of him and fell into deep thought.

"Brother, why is there only one dish of mapo tofu? Is there only tofu left in the house? ”

"No, I've been practicing this dish recently, you can eat as much as you want, I'll continue to practice for a while," Xia Ruo took two bites casually, and after eating a bowl of rice, he continued to go to the kitchen to make mapo tofu.

"Uh-"

Xia Meng glanced at Tom with a round belly on the side at this time, and it seemed that everything had been understood.

The elder brother practices mapo tofu and then lets Tom taste it, Tom Tools the Cat.

Wait a minute, I'm going to try it now, so now I've added a tool man, right?

Xia Meng glanced at Tom's football-like belly on the side, and was a little scared.

Fear is fear, tofu still has to be eaten.

Xia Meng has eaten all the ten plates of mapo tofu on the table, not that she really volunteered to be a tool person, but that mapo tofu is too delicious and easy to get addicted.

Soon, Xia Meng's belly also grew bigger.

After she couldn't eat it, Xia Meng found her brother.

"Brother, don't do it, you really can't eat it, and isn't what you're making already delicious? What are you still doing? ”

"If you can't eat it, go and rest, let Tom eat, I'm still a little short," Xia Ruo replied as she made mapo tofu over and over again.

"Poor? What's worse? ”

Xia Meng didn't understand what her brother was talking about.

"Mapo tofu, it's not delicious enough," Xia Ruo said without looking back.

Xia Meng: "......"

It's not delicious enough, what else do you want to make, it's just a plate of mapo tofu, can you still make flowers? A plate of tofu, can you still make people ascend to heaven after eating it?

Xia Meng had a big groove in her mouth and wanted to vomit, but she didn't spit it out, she felt that the mapo tofu made by her brother was already the limit, and it was impossible to surpass it.

But he's still trying.

Could it be that my brother's cooking skills have improved so quickly for this reason?

Xia Meng's heart is very complicated, her brother works so hard, she doesn't want to stop it, she can only help as much as possible, help is to look at Tom and let him eat the tofu made by his brother, of course, Xia Meng will taste it from time to time, but she can't taste any difference.

The mapo tofu made is the same, it's all delicious, no matter how delicious it is, how delicious can it be?

And, can it really be delicious?

Xia Meng was very skeptical, but looking at the look of what he had just believed, Xia Meng unconsciously believed it.

Xia Meng went to rest in the evening, Xia Meng thought that his brother would rest at night, but Xia Ruo still practiced all night.

To be honest, Tom is a two-dimensional character, and he can't eat it.

Xia Ruo didn't force it, but made a lot of plates of mapo tofu, and asked Tom to take the mapo tofu back to its hometown, bring those stray cats and Jerry to eat, and by the way, let Tom meet old friends.

During the day, Xia Meng ate a plate of mapo tofu in the morning and went to school.

Xia Ruo is still practicing, just practicing one dish, Xia Ruo's progress is indeed very fast, and he has even touched the barrier of cooking power.

A full eighteen hours.

Xia Ruo didn't know how many plates he had made and how many materials he had gone out to buy.

There were only two words left in his head.

Practice, practice, practice......

……

……

After school the next day.

When Xia Meng returned home, her brother's figure had disappeared.

To be honest, when she saw that her brother was still practicing mapo tofu this morning, Xia Meng was a little worried about whether her brother had fallen into the devil.

I always feel that even if I like to cook, it's a bit too much.

Moreover, mapo tofu only.

No matter how delicious it is, isn't it good to learn new dishes?

When Xia Meng walked to the kitchen, the kitchen was very clean and there was nothing, as if his brother had been practicing cooking before, and it was Xia Meng's illusion.

"Huh?"

Xia Meng suddenly saw that on the table next to him, there was a plate of mapo tofu.

"This mapo tofu ...... It seems a little different. ”

Xia Meng took a closer look and found that this plate of mapo tofu was a little different from what her brother had made before, in terms of color, it seemed to be more red, and whether it was an illusion, Xia Meng always felt that there was some faint light on this plate of tofu.

There is also a note next to this plate of tofu.

"Magic mapo tofu." 166 Reading Network