Chapter 162: Spicy Spicy Spicy Spicy

"Do you...know about bibimbap?" Mu Zi asked him after a moment of hesitation.
Murong Cheng didn't answer, but stared at her with a smile in his eyes.
Zi Zi is cooking for him.
He only cares about this now, and he feels quite happy.
Mu Zi bit his scalp to cook.
Although her cooking skills are not good, she feels that no matter how bad she is, she should be better than Murong Cheng, right?
Bibimbap is the only dish she can cook. The method is simple and rude. It is to cut various vegetables into thin strips, boil them in boiling water, then put them in white rice, add seasoning soy sauce and Korean chili paste, and eat after stirring. Up.
It's delicious and full, but it looks, maybe not so... beautiful.
Mu Zi prepared the rice, a little ashamed to take it out.
What Murong Cheng eats outside must be all kinds of high-quality dishes. Even at home, Bai Wei's cooking skills are first-rate. Now let him eat this...
Mu Zi couldn't bear it herself.
The red rice, mixed with all kinds of silly vegetables...
It can only be described as pig food.
"I haven't done it for a long time. Some hands were born..." Mu Zi said with a fever on her cheeks, "It's a bit salty, or... you should call Wang Zhan."
Murong Cheng quietly looked at the bibimbap in the porcelain plate with gilded roses.
Ink-black eyes faintly shattered light, silent and focused, as if looking at something very incredible.
Mu Zi's face turned redder.
"Call Wang Zhan." She stretched out her hand to grab the plate in front of Murong Cheng, regretting why she couldn't help herself.
Murong Cheng held her hand, picked up the silver spoon at hand, and took a bite of bibimbap.
Mu Zi was a little nervous, staring at Murong Cheng.
……Will it taste bad?
Then I thought: even if it is unpalatable, Murong Cheng deserves it! Who told him to force her to stay in this uninhabited mountain? He did it on his own!
Having said that, Mu Zi still felt a little embarrassed.
"Not bad." Murong Cheng generously praised him, and continued to take the second and third bites...
Mu Zi looked at him suspiciously.
Murong Cheng's thin lips curled slightly, and his expression looked very enjoyable.
But how does the taste of Mu Zi's own food taste? She had tasted it just now and it was very salty.
Could it be that it was not evenly stirred, so the bite she tasted happened to be more chili sauce?
Mu Zi was extremely hungry. Although the food in front of him was unsightly, he was always more tolerant of what he made.
She took a spoon and ate two bites, before she could feel it carefully, she immediately covered her mouth!
"so spicy!"
Hot and spicy!
Murong Cheng seemed to have expected it, and handed her a glass of orange juice in due course.
Mu Zi took a sip and coughed again!
Murong Cheng put down the tableware in his hand, took her into his arms, and patted her back.
"Don't you think it's spicy?" Mu Zi coughed, his face flushed, and even his eyes were filled with moisture.
She was not sure about the quantity, and put too much chili sauce!
"Well, it's a bit spicy." Murong Cheng's expression remained as usual, and he replied while patting her back.
Mu Zi didn't believe it, because Murong Cheng didn't even change his face.
Is his bowl of bibimbap different from hers?
As if seeing through Mu Zi's thoughts, Murong Cheng smiled and asked her: "Or else, try it yourself?"
His smile was shallow and his tone of voice was casual, but Mu Zi just heard something meaningful.
She was alert and felt that the bad Murong Cheng seemed to be back again.
"No...no more." Mu Zi lowered his eyebrows, his heartbeat a little bit chaotic.
as predicted.
Murong Cheng picked her up and kissed fiercely, pressing her on the dining table