Chapter 901

Molucci Zheng for a few seconds, frown, "of course there is a difference, if an Ning boil porridge, certainly not this flavor."

Yan Su blinked.

It seems to be.

"Boil a few more times should have this flavor," Yan Su thought for a while and came to a conclusion.

Molucci was at a loss.

Bow your head and eat porridge in silence.

The first time I had a meal, I thought the woman's cooking was OK.

"In fact, your sister's porridge is OK," Yan Su thought he preferred porridge, "but she didn't cook much after she was pregnant."

"Well," molucci replied carelessly, "but the annual thunder should not let her cook for me."

Usually, I just peel a shrimp and I think I'm a thorn in the flesh.

Yan Su thinks about it, too. "It's OK. Usually you can make an Ning boil it for you."

Maurice was upset.

Just concentrate on porridge.

Eat a bowl to eat a second bowl, to the third bowl, Yan Su can't help but say: "you should also give me a bowl."

"Don't girls only eat a bowl of porridge half the morning," molucci wondered, "and I don't think your appetite is very good."

Yan Su sighs in her heart.

Compared with your two brothers and sisters, her appetite is really worse.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether she eats the porridge or not. It's just that he usually has a bad attitude towards himself, but when he comes to eat, she is very depressed.

"If you don't have enough, eat more steamed buns," said Maurice, pushing the steamed buns on his side.

Yan Su:

Who is rare to eat your steamed buns.

At last, whatever he wants to eat.

"Thank you for your hospitality. To show my apology, I'll buy fried dough sticks, shrimp dumplings, and radish cakes tomorrow morning. How about cooking porridge? How about rolling beef porridge?"

Yan Su was full of black lines. "Thank you. I didn't give you a warm reception. Besides, you don't need to apologize. You can eat it yourself tomorrow."

Molucci frowned. "I bought so much breakfast, and you didn't suffer."

"Because you used to have a bad attitude towards me," Yan Su complained. "When you want to have porridge, you treat me better. If you don't want to drink, you are rude and indifferent to me. What do you think of me?"

Maurice stares at her small face full of chagrin, and suddenly laughs, "I see. You just think that I didn't say you were beautiful when I wore Bridesmaid clothes last time, and I took your red envelope at the wedding ceremony, right?"

Her white face turned red.

Admit it. You say it as if you like other people's saying that she is beautiful or like money.

Don't admit it? It's a bit fake.

"It's just a little trifle, so I'll treat you to dinner one day, and it'll be even," thought Maurice.

Yan Su helpless, "is not a bowl of porridge, as for you, so delicious?"

Molucci thought for a few minutes and said to the truth, "it's not so delicious, it's It's a little bit like my mother's cooking. "

Yan Su:

She's not his mother.

Who let you answer so real, directly say it is delicious, she is not won't agree.

Yan Su wanted to cry, "if you like to eat, go to Aunt mo

"Didn't you hear me, imagine, in real life, it's just that my mother's cooking is terrible," Maurice frowned at the thought.

"But I don't cook porridge at home every day. I'm on a whim today. Your sister gave me her canteen card, and there are more than 10000 in it. It's too wasteful not to eat it," Yan Su tried to struggle.

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