"It's not!"

Shaking his head and vetoing without thinking, Zhao Han was stunned for a moment, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes: Miao Miao, why is she so sure that he is making cold noodles?

"What's that delicious?"

After putting the things down, Xue Miaomiao's face was full of doubts, obviously she didn't expect her to guess wrong.

"I won't tell you yet."

Walking behind Xue Miaomiao, Zhao Han stretched out his hand to blindfold her, and said with a hint of pleading: "Let me keep a little mystery and give you a surprise, okay?" ”

"Okay."

Stopping and pulling away Zhao Han's hand, listening to his instructions, Xue Miaomiao walked forward with her eyes closed, with her familiarity with this house, she could almost know that she was taken to the kitchen by Zhao Han, and she was curious, but she didn't ruin Zhao Han's good interest, cooperating with his script, closing her eyes and waiting for his surprise.

"Come, Miao Miao open her mouth, you can taste it!"

Seeing that Xue Miaomiao didn't open her eyes, Zhao Han was still very satisfied with this, smiled and took a bowl, sandwiched a little food in the bowl, and smiled to sign.

"Okay."

opened his mouth, let Zhao Han feed the thing into his mouth, chewed it twice, Xue Miaomiao opened his eyes in surprise, swallowed it twice, and said with a smile: "You really made it." ”

"It's not okay today, I thought of the cold skin you talked about before, so I took some flour to make it, failed several times, just successfully made it, I mixed it according to the cold noodle method, and I don't know if the taste is right, anyway, I eat the taste is not bad, so I brought it to you to offer treasure."

Being stared at by Xue Miaomiao so directly, Zhao Han couldn't help but be a little shy, looked away slightly, and pointed to the stove that was a mess not far away, and whispered in a low voice.

"That's pretty good, too!"

With a chuckle, Xue Miaomiao praised without hesitation, glanced at the failed works over there, raised his eyebrows, and said secretly: This Zhao Han is also a careful type, although it is a waste, its practical amount is not much, almost the amount of one serving, four or five times together, there is not much flour.

"Doesn't it taste right?"

Shaking his head lightly, he immediately thought of something, and looked at Xue Miaomiao with a little expectation, waiting for her answer.

"It's great."

Nodding with satisfaction, Xue Miaomiao suddenly thought of something, looked at Zhao Han and said, "This cold skin is cold food, your stomach is fragile, you can't eat too much." ”

In fact, Xue Miaomiao didn't allow Zhao Han to eat more cold noodles, but he couldn't stand him from being in charge of the kitchen, and he could always find a lot of excuses to perfunctory her.

Now that he has made this cold skin with a better taste, Xue Miaomiao has no doubt at all that Zhao Han will eat it as a staple food, this is not good, his stomach must not be spoiled by him?

“…… I try my best! ”

He didn't dare to guarantee that he would be able to bear it, after all, this cold skin was more flavorful, and he fell in love with it after eating it once, and it was a bit addictive.

"By the way, how about you open a snack bar now?"

Speaking of this, Xue Miaomiao simply told Zhao Han about opening the store directly, and while referring to his opinion, it also gave him a bottom in his heart.

"Didn't you say that there are not enough people now, so you will be too busy?"

Stunned for a moment, Zhao Han obviously didn't expect Xue Miaomiao to bring up the old matter again, and after reacting, he asked with a puzzled face.

"It's a long story."

Unexpectedly, Zhao Han still remembered that Xue Miaomiao finished eating the cold skin in his hand, put down the bowl, and under Zhao Han's slightly anxious gaze, he simply said the matter, and when he saw Zhao Han frowning lightly, he couldn't help but smile: "I am actually doing this not only to help Mu Qingfeng, but also to solve a big trouble for myself." ”