Wuchen glanced up, but didn't say anything. Mojiu finally got his wish and tasted the "delicacies".

After only holding a chopstick and putting it in his mouth, Mo Jiu frowned lightly, and swallowed the dish ruthlessly.

It is clear that the delicacies with bright colors and attractive aromas are so unpalatable that they are difficult to swallow when put in the mouth. Although out of politeness, Mo Jiu swallowed the dish, but the taste was really not flattering.

Could it be that she has the wrong dish?

Mo Jiu looked at the brightly colored dishes in front of him and began to wonder if there was something wrong with his sense of taste.

Mo Jiu re-clamped a piece of fatty fish meat and put it in his mouth. Her mouth was instantly filled with a fishy smell, almost making her vomit. After swallowing it hard, I tasted the other dishes on the plate one after another.

Mojiu: "......"

Mo Jiu put down the dishes and chopsticks, and glanced at Wuchen, who was eating elegantly, incredulously, with a very complicated expression on his face.

"Why don't you eat it?" Wuchen raised his eyes and asked.

"The envoy usually eats these things?" Mo Jiu's eyes flashed with obvious sympathy.

Wuchen seemed puzzled and asked, "What?" Can't eat it? ”

It seems that Wuchen is really eating these things. But how did he manage to eat such an unpalatable meal?

"Don't you think there's something special about these dishes?"

Mo Jiu felt that this sudden extra dish was very likely to be made by Wuchen himself, and if he said it too directly, it was likely to hurt his self-esteem, so he tactfully pointed out that the dish was actually very difficult to eat.

Wuchen seemed to be stunned for a moment, and said, "You are the first person to eat with the envoy. Are you referring to the fact that these dishes are unpalatable? ”

It seems that Wuchen is not stupid, and he understands the meaning in one sentence. It's just that he said that she was the first person to eat together, how lonely was he, and he didn't even have anyone to eat with?

"The first one? Unlikely, right? Doesn't the messenger have a family? ”

The bottom of his eyes suddenly sank when he mentioned his family, and there seemed to be a cold flash in his eyes.

"What? Are you doubting what the envoy said? ”

Mo Jiu couldn't help but wonder, how could mentioning his family be like mentioning an enemy? Since he didn't want to say it, she didn't need to rub salt in his wounds.

"Of course not. It's just that the messenger hasn't tasted the dishes made by other people? ”

Wuchen's eyes softened a little, and he said, "Dirty." ”

So he means that he thinks others are dirty, so he does it himself? But I'd rather eat such an unpalatable dish than eat the delicious food made by others, I guess it's just the choice that this extreme perverted cleanliness will make, right?

"Do you know how to cook?"

Suddenly asked by Wuchen, Mo Jiu reflexively replied, "Yes." ”

After saying that, she regretted it a little, but after thinking about it, Wuchen's serious cleanliness habit would not really let her cook, and she was worried about something.

At this moment, Mo Jiu's stomach rumbled twice, and she remembered that she hadn't eaten yet, and she raised her hand to call the shopkeeper.

Wuchen said: "No need to call, don't you know how to do it?" Let's borrow the kitchen and make a few dishes. ”

Mo Jiu's eyebrows were lightly raised, and his eyes were full of puzzlement. If you know how to cook, you have to cook it yourself?

Wuchen saw the doubt in her eyes and added.

"If it's delicious, I can consider teaching you the method of cultivation."

Hearing him say this, Mo Jiu got up, immediately sat back in his seat, and said, "Lord Messenger, you are not a gentleman, how can Mo Jiu believe this?" ”