(Cat flutter Chinese ) Jian Qing watched him move skillfully, and couldn't help but look at him with admiration, "Okay, I didn't think I would see you for a few days, and I practiced hard to get home!" ”

Jing Mohao glanced at him from afar, snorted lightly, and stared at the movement in the pot again. Please search (@¥) to see the most complete! The fastest update

After a while, the liquid in the pot solidifies and turns into an alluring golden color.

Jing Mohao egg custard came out of the pot, picked up the bowl, raised his leg and wanted to go out, Jian Qing immediately blocked the door, but the bowl in his hand was, "Okay, your task is complete, and the rest will be handed over to me, so I won't have to worry about you." ”

Jing Mohao let him take the egg custard in his hand, and the light in his eyes was extinguished.

Jian Qing brought the egg custard up, and saw that Luoxi was still the same as before she left, sitting on the bed with half her body upright, the quilt on her lap, and her face was distracted.

The apple had been eaten, and one apple core was left resting on the head of the bed.

Jian Qing handed the bowl in her hand to her, "Come, the meal is ready, let's eat quickly." ”

Luo Xi slowly raised his eyes, said thank you softly, and took the bowl in his hand.

Looking at the bowl of Huang Yingying egg custard in front of me, I felt very familiar, but I couldn't remember when I had seen it.

I only felt as if I had seen this thing in a trance, but I couldn't figure out whether it was a dream or reality.

Jian Qing stared at Luo Xi tightly, trying to see something on her face.

Although Jing Mohao's skills seem to be so skilled, he can't guarantee whether the things made from his hands can be or not, and even if they can be eaten, they can't guarantee that they will be delicious.

Luo Xi simply didn't pursue anything else, pinched the spoon, dug a spoonful and put it in his mouth.

took a simple sip, the corners of his mouth paused, and his eyebrows suddenly twisted into pimples.

Jian Qing hurriedly took a step forward, "What's wrong?" ”

Is it so unpalatable?

Luo Xi looked up at him, her bright pupils were a little sad, and her voice was melancholy, "Jian Qing, I seem to have lost my sense of taste......"

Why is this pudding-like thing soft and fluffy in the mouth, but it can't taste anything...

When Jian Qing heard her, it was not that the egg custard in the bowl was not at home, but that she lost her sense of taste, and her nerves were unconsciously tense.

Could it be the sequelae of claustrophobia, which caused her to lose her mental sense of taste due to excessive psychological pressure for a long time?

"Wait a minute."

Jian Qing got up, and after a while, he took out a plastic vial, which contained a half-transparent unknown liquid, Jian Qing took out a cotton swab, dipped a little liquid and handed it to Luo Xi, "Taste it." ”

Luo Xihu took his cotton swab suspiciously, "Do you want to eat it?" ”

"Dip it on the tip of the tongue, this is a picric acid with a concentration of five thousandths, which is basically in line with the taste range of normal people, you can see if you can taste the taste." Jian Qing is doing popular science for Luoxi.

Luo Xi nodded as if he didn't understand, took the cotton swab in his hand, stuck out the tip of his tongue and stuck it on, eager to get confirmation.

As soon as she touched the cool liquid on the cotton swab, she felt a bitter taste rush to her brain, like a mad cow breaking into her mouth, trying to break her skull.

"Phew! Bitter death......"

Luo Xi's already frowning brows became even tighter, his whole little face was wrinkled into xiaolongbao, his tongue was sticking out, and his two hands kept fanning around his mouth.

But the bitter acid on the tip of the tongue is like ink drops on rice paper, not only does not subside, but it spreads on the tip of the tongue, ferments to the body of the tongue, the base of the tongue, until all the nerves that feel the bitterness are sensitively mobilized, and it rushes straight into the head.

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