Chapter 547: Unpalatable dish

However, after getting along with this time, he knows that this little family is not interested.
However, since this little family is not interested, then how is the cooking of this little family today lost so much! ?
You know, after eating this little family, you have done so many dishes. The cooking of this little family can be better than the royal chef's cooking!
Today, however, these dishes are not too salty, or they are so hot that they are going to kill people. What the is going on! ?
Thinking of this, the night ink in the heart could not help but start to worry.
"Small wine, isn't it, you are not feeling well!? I look!"
When the night ink was finished, he immediately strode toward the wine wine.
Immediately, the big hand stretched out and immediately covered the full forehead of the soda wine.
"Hey, no fever, the temperature is normal!"
When I heard the night Moyu, Su wine had a bitter smile.
"Nineteen, the slave did not say that he was uncomfortable with fever..."
"You don't have a fever, how can you lose the standard of today's dishes?! It's not like the dishes you made, or was it bitten by a poisonous snake, which hurts your taste!"
Night Moyu opened his mouth and looked worried.
Listening to the night of the ink, I see the night Moyu that I am worried about, the heart of Su wine is moved.
However, how can she say that she is because of the rumors in the government, it will lead to the loss of today's dishes! ?
Since the strange action of the cold in the morning, the rumors have been rumored.
She listened to her ears, was flustered, and had a mood to cook food! ?
Finally, she did not know how the stew was made.
After she cooked the stew, it was not too late to watch the time. Hearing that the night ink had already returned to the government, so she took the dishes and tried it, but she rushed over. .
Now, goodbye to the night, Mo Yu eats the dishes he has made, and eats this virtue, I feel sorry and guilty.
"I'm sorry, 19th, the slaves, this dish is not good, or else, the minions will immediately unload these dishes and do it again!?"
As soon as Sue Liquor said, he walked toward the round table and intended to remove all the dishes on the table.
Who knows, when you see the scene in front of you, the wine is thoroughly smashed.
I saw that the night was cold and silent, and I was sitting there quietly at the moment, holding chopsticks in one hand, and eating there with great interest!
The joy of the man in front of him, the look on his face, is also normal.
However, this move falls in the eyes of soda wine, but it is very abnormal.
Just now, Night Moyu did not say that this soup is very salty. Is this sweet and sour fish very spicy? ?
Why the night is cold but still eats deliciously! ?
Compared to the suspicious wine, the night ink is also aware of the action of the night cold.
Looking at the front and sitting there, eating the lustful night cold, night ink Yu Jun face slightly stunned, red lips opened, could not help but ask.
"Four brothers, don't you think these dishes have problems??"
The night ink is open, and the face is full of doubts.
But I saw the night of the cold and heard the words, first gently looked up, looked at the face of doubtful night Moyu, then, the eyes were swept away, and then fell on the suspicious wine full of doubts.
The deep black scorpion, first flashing a little, then, the red lips slightly open, said the voice.
"There are no problems with these dishes."
"Ah!? Really!? It's hard to be done, other dishes are fine!?"
Night Moyu muttered, and then he sat down in a coat, then picked up the chopsticks and started to go to other dishes on the table.
However, the next moment, the screams of the night, the ghosts of the ghosts, and the screams of the gods, rang again and again.
"Yeah! Good bitter!"
"Yeah, how can this be sweet and bitter?"
"Oh, sour..."
Every night, Momo has a bite of food, and it is a bitterness.
However, he did not believe in this evil, and tried to flatten all the dishes on the table.
At the end, the handsome face was distorted.
Because, this dish, he lived for eighteen years, eating the most unpalatable meal...
Compared to the night of the bitterness, busy holding a kettle and then pouring water, the night ink is quite elegant and calm.
It seems that the dishes on the table are so delicious that he can't stop eating.
Looking at the other two people in front of the sky, sitting on the side of the wind without traces, but always sitting there silently, holding a cup of fragrant hand on the hand, slowly picking up the tea cover and going to the tea At the end of the tea, taste it carefully.
For the two brothers whose eyes reacted differently, the corners of their mouths have been laughing with a slap in the face...
"Oh, full of food..."
He is so uncomfortable with him...
While reaching out and touching the bulging belly, Night Moyu looked like tears and tears.
However, what makes him most weird is the reaction of the man in front of him!
Why is it that the dishes he eats on the table are so unpalatable, the man in front of him is still enjoying the taste! ?
"Four brothers!? You, nothing!! Don't you really think these dishes are so delicious??"
The night Moyu opened, and the eyes that fell on the night of the cold, as if they saw a ghost.
Compared to a face-stunned night Moyu, the night ink cold only slanted him and glanced at him, then silenced and continued to eat!
Seeing this, the night of the mouth of the ink, the mouth of the mouth, sweeping the end of the eye, from the beginning to the end, are silent and sitting on the side of the wind without traces.
"No big brother, or else, you can taste these dishes!?"
The night Moyu opened, the tone was a bit tempted and uncertain.
No, these dishes are fine, and there is a problem, it is him! ?
At the time of the doubts in the night of the night, the wind that had been calmly drinking the fragrant scent was no trace. When I heard the words of the night ink, I immediately said.
"Oh, don't! I drink tea, I am not hungry..."
There is no opening in the wind, and almost no consideration is given.
After all, from the moment until now, the reaction of the boy in front of him, he is in the eye.
This young boy is drunk and picky, he is the same!
Since this teenager has tasted these dishes, and then gave a strong response, he is not a fool, how dare he eat it! ?
Just, this man in front...
When I think of it, the wind is not covered in the eyes of the night, but it is full of surprises.
In the past, he only felt that the man in front of him was so arrogant, lonely, and indifferent.
So this man, besides himself, has no friends.
For the indifference and solitude of the man, he thought that this man would not fall in love with anyone.
Who knows, this man either does not love, loves, and is so deeply loved...
Moreover, the object of love is also unusual...
When I think of this, the wind has no trace of my eyes, and I gently fall on the little family who waits on the side, squatting, hiding and unclear...