Chapter 1181: Food first

Chapter 1181 Food First
On the white oak table, in a transparent glass vase, after a little water was poured in, the mimosa began to slap the familiar songs, and from the outside garden, picked a bunch of white flowers with golden spots and carefully inserted them. Inside the vase.
After spraying water with a watering can, the bunch of flowers immediately became delicate and dripping.
Mimosa smiled with a touch of floral scent, began to wipe the water stains on the table with a tablecloth, and placed two large, two small, four gray mats neatly in the middle of the table.
After everything was placed, the mimosa, which had been quietly estimating the time, walked back to the kitchen and began to put the food on the stove.
The cutlery is exquisite and different, one silver, two porcelain plates, and one casserole.
Silver is a cold salad.
The porcelain plate is the two main meals.
The casserole is soup water.
This kind of collocation is obviously not in line with the rules of the majority of the upper class, lacking the necessary appetizers and desserts, enough to make the guests laugh.
In the heart of mimosa, Qin Ran is not a guest outside.
Or……
How can a so-called guest let him cook himself?
There is no one guest, it is worth his work.
There is no one guest, dare to let him do this.
When the only set of silver cutlery was placed in front of the only seat, Qin Ran’s application to enter the room appeared in the private letter of Mimosa.
Just right.
Every second is not bad.
"You can eat."
Mimosa looked at the familiar person into the room, and the corner of his mouth could not help but curl up.
"Ok."
"Long-awaited."
Qin Ran smelled the fragrance, and there was nothing to see, sitting in the only chair.
He didn't feel anything strange.
Just like mimosa did not have any discomfort, after Qin Ran sat down, the lid on the tableware was uncovered.
"Imperial salad."
"Thick juice steak."
"Tomahawk barbecue."
"Assorted porridge."
Every time a cover is opened, Mimosa introduces one. Every time it is introduced, the ‘gluttony’ in Qin Ran’s body is high.
eat! eat! eat!
Like the roar of the drums, ‘gluttony’ almost reveals the material world.
Fragrant!
Too sweet!
In the face of food, the ‘gluttony’ without any resistance is completely lost in the world of food. For food, he is willing to give Qin Ran more power.
Even... surrender!
What does it matter?
I, eat it satisfactorily.
Will suffice.
However, one share of the noise has made people feel angered by the ‘gluttony’ that they want to immerse in wholeheartedly. ‘嫉妒’ ‘angry’ ‘greedy’ The three original sins are either swearing or roaring or shouting.
"why it's not me?"
"It should be me!"
"My, it's mine!"
......
Such a sound is like a fly for gluttony.
He licked his teeth.
"Get out!"
"All for the old man!"
"Who is affecting me to eat, I ate it!"
boom!
A different kind of breath is filled with strange and evil hearts, which become dazzling and dangerous.
He is simple.
He is persistent.
In order to eat, he dared to be an enemy of the world.
Who are you?
Stop me from eating.
I will eat you.
Can't eat you, I will take you to the end.
The original sins are quiet.
They are not afraid of death, because most of the time, they are not dead.
But such death forgiveness is definitely not included in the Heart of Fusion.
It's quiet now.
Everything is quiet.
‘Overeating’ took a deep breath, and with Qin Ran’s eating, he was intoxicated.
The faint power began to light up the runes in the Qinran, the dark, chaotic atmosphere, and once again began to weaken.
However, it is the same as ‘gluttony’.
Qin Ran did not pay too much attention to these, he was also immersed in the delicious food.
The seemingly refreshing vegetables and fruits in the Imperial Salad are the delicious meat.
Moreover, this meat is very chewy, and it is more exciting than beef and has a juicy feeling.
"Yes, tiger meat."
Mimosa explained.
"tiger?"
"The king of beasts, so, is the king's salad?"
Qin Ran blinked and took another sip, looking at the ‘thick steak' and ‘Toma abalone.’
Fat!
When I ate the 'thick juice steak', the mouth of Qin Ran was completely filled with beef. A broth of the soup flew out from the gap of the meat, letting his taste buds bloom completely, and when When the axe barbecue is poured into it, it is the perfect combination with the pepper.
hot! heat!
Sweat involuntarily overflows, just like being on the battlefield, wielding a battle axe, slashing an enemy.
kill? kill? kill?
No, no!
Yes, eat!
Eat and eat!
Qin Ran completely gave up the intent of the inquiry, the knife and fork danced together, the chopsticks were heavy, and the spoon was like electricity.
In the end, when Qin Ran took the casserole and drank the last bite of porridge, the whole person satisfies his satisfaction.
At this time, Qin Ran discovered that the darkness and chaos in his mind were a bit weaker. Although he was still a bit more than the remaining one, he would never mind such a thing more than a few times. Qin Ren’s gaze to Mimosa has become more eager.
Mimosa sensed this eagerness.
Therefore, the smile of mimosa is getting more and more happy.
At this time, he is not timid.
No chef doesn't like diners like Qin Ran, and Mimosa is no exception.
"Tasty?"
Mimosa asked.
"Well, great."
Qin Ran nodded and wanted to say a few words of praise, but he could not find any proper words. In the end, he could only leave the simplest compliments.
After the praise, Qin Ran’s heart was a bit more stunned.
Just the kind of delicious, he tasted it once.
If you can't taste it later, what should I do?
This kind of thinking is very directly in the mind of Qin Ran.
Mimosa seems to have sensed this idea.
"If you don't mind, you can come often. I do some cooking every week. Other skills, I don't have the chance to be sacred, but I have confidence in cooking."
Mimosa raised a fist in front of him and held it tightly.
Looking at the appearance of mimosa, Qin Ran raised his hand and placed it on the other's head.
"Come on!"
He whispered.
"Ok."
Mimosa nodded.
Later, as a ‘white diners’, Qin Ran took the initiative to help Mimosa to clean up the plates. Mimosa took the vase and walked toward the door.
Picking the flowers, he carefully kept the rhizome.
Simply put, these flowers do not die. As long as they are replanted into the soil and carefully cared for for a few days, they are again an independent plant.
The soft soil was dug in the pot, the flowers were inserted, and the mimosa used the fingers to smooth the soil.
No compaction is required, it only makes the roots difficult to grow.
After doing all this, Mimosa took a clap and stood up.
Then he suddenly saw a figure outside.
A very strange person.
No, I have seen one side.
Outside the harvest pub.
At the time, the other party was in an inexplicable tone.
(End of this chapter)