"I brought more than 20 handfuls, and I didn't need to spend money to buy them."

Song Lianzhou glanced at Yu Meng, then walked next to Yu Meng and motioned for her to retreat.

Yu Meng saw that he insisted on using a scalpel, so he put down the kitchen knife and went to the side to make wonton fillings, no longer caring about Song Lianzhou.

Song Lianzhou took the scalpel and gestured on the cucumber, and then began to cut the cucumber like Yu Meng.

After changing the knife, Song Lianzhou felt that it was much easier to use.

Thinking like this, Song Lianzhou turned his head to look at Yu Meng.

I thought she was still watching him, but in the end, she didn't care about him, but went to make the wonton stuffing herself.

Seeing that Yu Meng didn't care about herself, Song Lianzhou withdrew her gaze and continued to cut her own vegetables.

But compared to the pride he had just turned around, this time he was shrouded in an aura called 'loss'.

After Yu Meng mixed the wonton filling, when he turned around, he saw that Song Lianzhou had already cut the cucumber and was helping with the coriander.

Looking at the cucumber shreds of uniform thickness and coriander of the same size, Yu Meng moved her eyebrows and said to Song Lianzhou: "You obsessive-compulsive disorder is also invincible." ”

Luckily, she wasn't measuring and cutting with something, or she would have kicked him out of the kitchen.

"Isn't it going to be the same as what you cut yesterday?"

Song Lianzhou felt that she was doing it in strict accordance with her requirements, how could she become obsessive-compulsive?

Yu Meng glanced at Song Lianzhou speechlessly, feeling that she couldn't fight him, otherwise she would get farther and farther; So, she just took a deep breath and tried to squeeze out a smile: "No, it's great, why are our continent cubs so good~"

“…… Do you think that if you say that, I won't be able to see the perfunctory in your smile? ”

Song Lianzhou glanced at her and turned to clean the scalpel.

Yu Meng was stunned by Song Lianzhou's face, she coughed lightly, and said, "Aren't I praising you, why are you perfunctory?" ”

Song Lianzhou didn't speak, but answered her with her eyes: What do you say?

"I'd better go make ravioli."

Yu Meng turned around and rolled the skin.

After Song Lianzhou cleaned the scalpel, he walked behind Yu Meng and asked her, "Do you need me to do anything else?" ”

"No need."

Yu Meng waved his hand.

She was afraid that if he made wontons, he would have another OCD attack.

Yu Meng thought that if she said this, Song Lianzhou would go back to the house to sleep in the cage, but she made a mistake.

Song Lianzhou stood beside her, not planning to leave at all.

"What are you doing?"

Yu Meng looked at Song Lianzhou vigilantly.

Facing Yu Meng's vigilant gaze, the corners of Song Lianzhou's lips slowly hooked up a smile, and said to Yu Meng: "I'll help you make wontons." ”

The more she wanted him to go, the more he wouldn't.

He's gone, how do you brush up on favorability?

"I think you're better off going to sleep."

Otherwise, after he finished wrapping a ravioli, she would probably finish half of it.

Song Lianzhou stood in place, did not reply, and did not leave.

In the end, Yu Meng had no choice but to teach him to make wontons.

Fortunately, Song Lianzhou knew that Yu Meng didn't like his obsessive-compulsive disorder, so he deliberately suppressed the discomfort in his heart, and turned the must into almost a must.

Yu Meng saw that Song Lianzhou was not like when she was chopping vegetables, so she breathed a sigh of relief: "I still thought, if you are still like just now, I will push you into the house." ”

"Nope."

Song Lianzhou tried hard to suppress the discomfort in her heart, and told lies without changing her face.

Yu Meng raised her eyes, glanced at Song Lianzhou, pulled her lips, and finally didn't say the words in her mouth.