Mo Jiu called Wuchen several times, but he didn't know what Wuchen was in a daze, he was obviously looking at her, but he didn't react.

Mo Jiu frowned, so he had to step forward and stretch out his finger and shake it in front of Wuchen's eyes.

This time, Wuchen did react, reached out and grabbed Mo Jiu's finger and pulled it, and the unsuspecting Mo Jiu fell straight towards Wuchen.

Mo Jiu, who was an agent in his previous life, still reacted extremely quickly, and Mo Jiuyi stretched out his hand to support the big tree behind Wuchen, preventing the collision with Wuchen.

Wuchen was leaning obliquely on the tree, and there was not much difference in the height of the two, this posture was very similar to Mo Jiu on the wall.

Mo Jiu's gaze was higher than that of Wuchen, and Mo Jiu lowered his eyes slightly to look at the delicate young man who was looking up at her in a daze.

A few strands of forehead hair hung down on both sides of Mo Jiu, hanging down between the dustless neck, swaying gently with the breeze, sweeping his neck for a crisp itch.

The dust-free and deep phoenix eyes brought a bit of temperature, and it seemed to be hidden in the clouds, which made Mo Jiu unable to see it really.

The two of them were so still, even the air around them slowed down in this pause, and when the breeze blew, it vaguely brought a bit of stunned and stagnant, and there was a bit of indescribable ambiguity.

Mo Jiu's eyes gradually darkened, and he coughed a few times to break the embarrassing silence.

"I'm sorry, Mojiu just wanted to come over and say that the meat was roasted."

Hearing this, Wuchen's eyes sank: "You call people to eat in this posture?" ”

Mo Jiu couldn't help but have a black line, what kind of logic is this? If it weren't for Wuchen suddenly pulling her, how could she have come to a wall knock for no reason, no, tree knock.

Mo Jiu stood up and took away his hand, and only said, "If you don't eat it again, the meat will be cold." ”

Mo Jiu was the first to turn around and walk to the baking tray and sit down, waiting for Wuchen to come over.

Wuchen saw that Mo Jiu did not deny it, his eyes darkened, but he also walked to the opposite side of Mo Jiu and sat down.

Mo Jiu saw Wuchen sit over, picked a few skewers that were scorched yellow and moderately flexible, put them in front of Wuchen, and picked up a meat skewer and began to eat it.

After Mo Jiu finished eating one, Wuchen hadn't even started to eat it. Mo Jiu raised his eyebrows: "Why don't you eat it?" ”

"Eat this thing the way you do?"

Mo was puzzled for a long time, how can you eat meat skewers if you don't eat them like this?

"The envoy thinks it's indecent."

Mo Jiu was stunned for a moment, then sighed lightly, picked up the branch next to him and cut it into a pair of chopsticks, took off all the pieces of meat on the meat skewer and put it in front of Wuchen, and handed the chopsticks over.

Wuchen seemed to be very satisfied, took the pair of chopsticks with the corners of his lips lightly, and began to pick up the meat in front of him and put it in his mouth.

As soon as he took a bite, Wuchen paused. Then he slowly chewed and swallowed the meat.

"Where did you come from?"

Mo Jiu's gaze paused, although she didn't know if the people here would make meat skewers, but it was just some food, so it wouldn't expose what she had crossed, right?

Mo Jiu curled his lips and smiled, "Don't you fit?" Do it casually, Mo Jiu has no one to serve him since he was a child, so he can only get some food by himself. ”

Mo Jiu's sentence not only explains the origin of cooking, but also has no difference from the original owner's family background, and there are almost no flaws.

There was an inquiry in Wuchen's eyes when he raised his eyes, and after a moment he lowered his eyes and began to eat gracefully.

Mo Jiu has never seen anyone eat barbecue so elegantly, just like the princes and nobles who eat Western food.

It's elegant, but is it really delicious to eat barbecue like this? Mo Jiu couldn't help but slander in his heart.