Before Bo Bo put down her chopsticks, Chu Xiangjun, who was standing next to her, used her chopsticks to clip a square food that looked like a tofu block but was fried to a golden brown with chopsticks and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Click!"

Crisp chewing sound.

"This taste is ......"

Chu Xiangjun's eyes widened in surprise, it was obviously fried food in oil, but it didn't feel greasy at all, what melted in the mouth was a fresh and elegant fruity aroma, and what soaked in the throat was a faint sweetness.

Chu Xiangjun clamped one again, this time only half of it was bitten.

The skin was fried golden and crispy, but the inside of the skin was wrapped in a round and transparent jelly-like object, and when I picked one up and ate it in my mouth, it was as fresh as freshly squeezed juice, and my mouth exploded in my mouth.

Chu Xiangjun put the whole food in his mouth, and the juice moistened the crispy skin, bringing a stimulating and soft wonderful taste.

Seeing Chu Xiangjun's happy face full of enjoyment, Bo Bo suspiciously also put a square bag in his mouth and ate it.

Chu Xiangjun finished eating the square bun, and then set his eyes on the vegetable porridge made by Mo Jing, as well as another square bun placed next to the vegetable porridge.

"Let's eat vegetable porridge first. Chu Xiangjun thought so.

Because it is really very special and very curious, what is the taste of Mojing's pot of stewed brand vegetable porridge.

The one who spends the most time watching him is this vegetable porridge, so let's try it first.

Chu Xiangjun took the white porcelain spoon and scooped a spoonful into his bowl.

Mojing's vegetable porridge is different from the sticky vegetable porridge that you usually see, on the contrary, his vegetable porridge is actually separated from rice, soup, and vegetables.

At first glance, it looks like you've put the ingredients in a pot and are ready to cook.

But in fact, they are already cooked, and they are still in the pot without interfering with each other.

How?

Chu Xiangjun was extremely puzzled, and turned his head to look at the Wind Flame Demon Wolf.

I saw that its face was full of excitement, and a pair of eyes stared directly at its bowl, as if it contained dragon meat, and it helped itself to be excited together.

Chu Xiangjun pinched the end of the small spoon in the bowl with his thumb and forefinger, and then scooped a spoonful of vegetables into his mouth.

Chew slowly, and finally swallow the throat with a "grunt".

Chu Xiangjun's eyes were as if they were dead, and they were bigger than copper bells.

Almost mechanically, Chu Xiangjun spooned again, scooped a spoonful of rice, and then spooned again, scooped a spoonful of soup.

Is there a paradise in this world?

Chu Xiangjun's answer is yes!

In the pure white world, all kinds of vegetable elves are dressed in red, green, yellow, blue and other colorful clothes, and they are slender and dancing in the white world, adding a touch of beautiful scenery to the world.

They have happy smiles on their faces, like a spring breeze that warms people's hearts.

The various instruments they hold in their hands play the most beautiful and beautiful music of time.

However, the feeling of tenderness did not last long.

The volcano behind the vegetable elves - erupted.

The volcano did not erupt into flames, but the clear soup that flowed from the volcano was a soup that contained the essence of vegetables and rice, shining in the sunlight.

In this infinitely beautiful world, Chu Xiangjun was dressed in pajamas, shuttling through it, the dance of the elves made Chu Xiangjun happy, his thoughts became clear, and the spring of soup that burst out was refreshing.