"Eat, aren't you hungry?" Su Qiaowei handed the chopsticks to Xiao Ling and looked at Xiao Ling expectantly.

"Uh." Xiao Ling handed over the chopsticks, looked at the dishes in front of him that were no longer clear in their original state, and didn't know whether to put down the chopsticks.

Seeing that he didn't move his chopsticks, Su Qiaowei pouted dissatisfiedly: "What's wrong?" Xiao Ling, why don't you eat it? ”

Xiao Ling thought about it and still didn't embarrass his stomach, and hurriedly put down his chopsticks, his dark eyes dodged left and right: "What, I suddenly feel not hungry, you say it's strange, Xiao Weiwei, otherwise we won't eat, I'll take you out for a walk, I'll tell you that the scenery here is beautiful at night." ”

"Xiao Ling!"

Su Qiaowei shouted sharply, and Xiao Ling, who originally wanted to sneak away, stopped in his tracks, and turned around with a timid smile: "What, what's the matter, doesn't Xiao Weiwei want to go and see?" ”

Su Qiaowei had a cold face, and there was a sense of unhappiness in and out of her words: "Come here, sit down." ”

Xiao Ling had a bitter face and couldn't take a step: "Xiao Weiwei, can I not go over?" ”

Seeing that he was holding on to the door and refusing to come, his face couldn't be darker: "No, you come and sit down for me." ”

Xiao Ling was almost about to cry, and his tears moved his position in small steps: "Xiao Weiwei, let's go out." ”

Su Qiaowei took a chopstick dish and put it in his bowl, with a tough attitude: "Eat." ”

"Do you really want to eat?" Xiao Ling asked without giving up.

Xiao Ling pursed his mouth, and under Su Qiaowei's staring gaze, his hands trembled and put the piece of black charcoal called meat that Su Qiaowei put into the bowl and put it in his mouth, and as soon as he entered his mouth, Xiao Ling's entire face changed color.

"How?" Su Qiaowei looked at Xiao Ling expectantly.

Xiao Ling, who swallowed the meat into his stomach as if he was dead, with the mentality that since I am already like this, you don't want to run, he picked up the black charcoal and stuffed it into her mouth, and smiled without smiling: "Xiao Weiwei will know if you taste it." ”

Su Qiaowei just tasted the taste in her mouth, and the next second she wrinkled a bitter gourd face and spit it out: "Bah, why is it so unpalatable?" ”

"You know it's unpalatable, too? Look, is this called meat? Is it good to be black charcoal? Xiao Ling gripped the meat that had turned into black charcoal.

"And look at it, is this called greens? Are you sure it's not black charcoal? ”

Originally, I wanted to continue, but looking at Su Qiaowei's increasingly ugly face, Xiao Ling stopped his mouth, "What, in fact, you look at the dishes that look good, otherwise you can taste them?" ”

Su Qiaowei sat there decadently, unable to be hit.

"Eat it yourself."

Xiao Ling's hand stiffened, and the thing on the chopsticks fell, he didn't want to taste the taste of dark cuisine again, how could that taste be described in a horror.

Tang Qiuxue sighed, seeing that she was destined not to be a gentleman, let alone a gentleman.

She rolled up her sleeves and sighed helplessly: "Don't be sad Xiao Weiwei, wait for me to surprise you." ”

Su Qiaowei watched him turn around and walk into the kitchen, very skillfully and drastically, where could he see a trace of what he said before, and his face darkened.

So he did it on purpose? Is the purpose to make a fool of yourself? Angry, angry!

No matter how annoyed Su Qiaowei was, Xiao Ling in the kitchen was humming a song, holding a kitchen knife with his fingers nimble and skillfully cutting shredded meat.

"Why do you think I'm embarrassed about myself before?" Xiao Ling was chopping vegetables while wrinkling a bitter gourd face at the camera.

"I knew that Xiao Weiwei really couldn't cook, so I didn't expect her skills, and finally forced myself to eat a mouthful of dark food, do you think I tossed her, or tossed myself?"

The master carrying the camera has black lines on his face, you ask me? I don't know what you thought at the time.

"Forget it, it seems that I can't escape the matter of cooking in the future, alas, why am I so pitiful?"

He smiled bitterly at the camera again, turned his head and processed the ingredients in his hand with a happy face.