Xiao Bailu served a bowl of conpoy mushroom porridge and ground it with fine Himalayan red salt to flavor the porridge.

"It's just...... Porridge? Huo Tingzun couldn't believe what he was seeing.

The smell of such fragrant food is just such a bland bowl of porridge.

However, the aroma passed on was better than all the delicacies of the mountains and seas he had eaten in his life.

"What, you dislike it? Don't eat it if you don't like it, I didn't cook your portion anyway. Xiao Bailu pouted, anyway, she only made two small bowls.

Huo Tingzun took a deep breath, strode into the kitchen, and walked directly with two bowls of porridge without looking back.

Xiao Bailu waved the soup spoon: "Hey, that's my porridge...... Wait, I haven't finished adding salt yet......"

Huo Tingzun: "......"

Without saying a word, he put it on the table and began to eat in large gulps.

The fast food in the hotel was really the worst he had ever eaten in his life.

He couldn't bear it anymore for a whole day.

Those fast foods are not food at all, they are simply fodder! Fodder!

The bowl in front of you is called real food, okay?

When Xiao Bailu hurriedly chased after him with a salt shaker and chopsticks, the man had already killed a small bowl.

She looked at the empty bowl a little speechlessly: "That's my porridge ......"

Huo Tingzun thought for a while: "Then, I'll leave you a little." ”

He divided the second bowl of porridge into two portions and gave her half a bowl: "Aren't girls all going to lose weight and eat less at night, I'm supervising you." ”

Xiao Bailu: "......"

She's not fat, she doesn't have to lose weight!

Resentfully eating the remaining small half bowl of porridge, when she cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, she found that the man was looking at her with a blank eye.

"What do you see me doing?" Xiao Bailu was not angry.

"Can you ...... Make another bowl? Huo Tingzun stared at the porridge bowl. For some reason, the taste of this porridge made him so addicted, as if he had found a precious taste that had been lost for a long, long time.

What he misses in his memory is the taste that his body honestly senses.

Xiao Bailu's body was shocked.

"You still want to eat?"

Huo Tingzun nodded deeply: "Hmm." ”

Xiao Bailu hooked her lips and looked at him with interest.

Although Huo Tingzun has become a dog man, one thing seems to have not changed, that is, as always, he lacks the life skills of ordinary people.

Can't buy anything, can't cook.

Moreover, she could easily conquer his stomach with whatever she wanted.

Man, the body really doesn't lie.

Xiao Bailu smiled enchantingly: "Want to eat the food I cooked?" Hehe, that depends on my mood tomorrow! ”

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"Master, how can you do everything so delicious, what special ingredients did you add......

Qin Xin drank a big bowl of fish soup, and he was still unsatisfied, so he almost licked the bottom of the bowl.

The man pursed his lips slightly.

The plain white robe moved slightly in the wind: "Nothing special. ”

It's just that I want to see the person I care about have a satisfied expression when eating, and do my best to take care of her appetite.

Qin Xin was stunned: "Forget it, even if there is any secret recipe, I can't make this taste." ”

Cooking skills are a hurdle that she can't overcome.

No matter how you study, you can only get zero points in your homework.

The man's Adam's apple rolled: "It doesn't matter. ”

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it's okay to have a master.

Qin Xin said as he spoke, his expression became more and more stunned.

She thought of Mr. Nalan.

The same excellent man also makes a good dish.

During the days when she lived in Mr. Nalan's Star River, she simply sat every day waiting for delicious food to be delivered to her mouth.

Such a good man, why is he a perverted brother who is blue and inclined?

How could she face him in the future?

Seeing that Qin Xin suddenly stopped talking.

The man stared at her inquiringly: "Are you ...... Who do you think? ”

Without thinking, Qin Xin blurted out: "A man." ”

His body stiffened, and the man suddenly felt that this bowl of soup seemed to have added too much vinegar.

[Yun Ye: Good night kiss! ] Is sprinkling sugar sweet or not? Did the elves find a completely opposite detail in the pairing? I want to know, do you like goblins who cook for yourself, or do you like goblins who cook for you by men? 】