She really didn't lack pots and pans, although she didn't use them at all. Ingredients...... I can barely scrape together and make a pot of things...... bar.

Yan silently fantasized beautifully.

Then, Yan Momo successfully used the things in her space...... I made a mosaic dark dish.

Yan Momo looked at the plate with a complicated face...... Things, the mood is very complicated.

In fact, her face can't be seen too clearly now, because there is a lot of ash, her face is flowery, and she did it when she was burning the fire.

Breaking the record for the darkest cooking she has ever made, the noodles she cooked for the first time as a child and then overdid it were not so dark.

She underestimated the difficulty of cooking with firewood, and overestimated her own level and the ability to blend those messy ingredients......

I thought I could create some good dishes......

In case of...... Maybe...... It's just a little ugly to look at...... You might be able to eat it......

After all, she is not the kind of person who likes to waste food, and she has to eat the food she makes...... This has always been her 'principle'.

So Yan silently plucked up his courage, took out a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of 'unknown objects', and slowly put it into his mouth......

Bah! his principles!

Yan Momo immediately spit out the contents of his mouth and found a glass of water to rinse his mouth.

What the hell does this smell like! It's hard to put into words! It's unpalatable to death! Who can eat it! Yan Momo only had these feelings.

She didn't admit that it was the food she made, and her cooking skills had never been so bad, okay!

Fortunately, Fu Jun never came out to take care of her, otherwise she would have been embarrassed.

Yan Momo didn't have the mood to cook any more food by himself, he just wanted to destroy this black history......

After cleaning up the kitchen, Yan Momo felt that it would be better to try the food in the cafeteria in the college in the future, save time and effort, and make do with the food in the space tonight.

Fortunately, she kept replenishing new food on the road, and she ate enough, although they were all things that she had eaten for many days, but she could also fill her stomach.

Yan Momo looked up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle with a melancholy face in the courtyard, chewing jerky in his mouth, holding a small biscuit in one hand, and taking out a fruit in the other hand and putting it on the table to prepare to eat later.

Alas~life~It's really difficult~~~

If only there were instant noodles in this world, I want to eat them, burp.

When Fu Junjue felt that there was no movement outside, and when he came out to take a look, he saw Yan Momo's 'melancholy' scene.

When Yan Mo turned his head and saw Fu Junjue, his melancholy expression had not eased yet, but the piece of jerky with a high sense of presence in his mouth destroyed the effect, and it looked quite funny.

"Didn't you say you wanted to make your own food?" Fu Junjue looked at her obviously eating the food stored in the space.

"Hmm......" Yan silently took a few bites of jerky and swallowed it, as if he didn't like to eat so quickly.

Because she likes to chew slowly, but she wants to talk, so she has to bite and eat casually.

Speaking of the ...... I made Yan Momo was not embarrassed to tell the truth, so he responded vaguely and casually: "Hmm...... Done. ”

[It's all tears, I don't want to mention it anymore.] ]

Fu Junjue also felt that Yan Momo didn't want to say much, and he could guess that Yan Momo probably didn't make anything good. But this has nothing to do with him, and Fu Jun definitely doesn't want to pay attention to it so much.