"tasty."
"It's delicious, Momo, you should eat it too!" Seeing that she didn't eat it, she looked at him and reminded him, "It will get cold soon."
Yan Mo hummed and began to eat the noodles in small bites.
After finishing the noodles, Yan Mo took the bowl away and went back to the kitchen. When he came out, he was holding a box of strawberry mille-feuille and a small plate of curry steak.
"Anything else?" Si Ze was surprised.
No wonder I felt the noodles were a bit small just now, it turns out there was a backup plan.
Looking at the good-looking things she brought out, there was only one plate, and he was surprised:
"When did you buy it? Why is there only one copy?"
Yan Mo smiled faintly without saying a word, placed two plates of food in front of him, handed him the knife and fork, and motioned for him to eat.
Si Ze hesitated and didn't understand why they suddenly bought him Western food.
His first introduction to Western cuisine was from the chefs at the Afternoon Western Restaurant, whose food was of five-star standard. Therefore, he was never used to eating Western food outside and was very picky.
However, under Yan Mo's sharp gaze, Si Ze still took the knife and fork handed to him by his wife, cut the steak into small pieces first, and then slowly began to eat the first piece.
Yan Mo didn't urge him, with a strange light in his eyes, waiting for him to savor it slowly.
It took half an hour to finish the steak.
"How does it taste?" Yan Mo asked nervously.
"It has a silky texture, with a soft and burnt aroma. It tastes very good, comparable to Chef Regal's." After savoring the taste, Si Ze gave the most sincere answer.
As he said that, he took another bite. The meat seemed to be more chewy and the flavor lingered in his mouth.
He discovered that this steak seemed different, each bite was sweeter and more delicious, leaving a lasting aftertaste. This revealed his appreciation for talent, and he immediately asked:
"Momo, which store did you buy this from? It tastes really good. Can you help me ask if anyone would like to work at the Regal Hotel?"
Hearing Si Ze's unintentional praise, Yan Mo felt a sense of accomplishment and became more confident about opening a store in the future.
This morning, someone contacted her and said that there was a teahouse for sale on Jianghebabian, not far from the harbor.
She made an appointment to go and see it tomorrow afternoon. In Mo City, only Gong Ling and Lu Shanghua had tasted her cooking skills. They gave her high praise, but when it comes to friends, there will always be some water in it. When giving it to Si Ze to taste, she deliberately did not say that it was her who made it, just wanting to hear his most sincere evaluation.
Now that she had heard it, using the Regal Hotel logo as a benchmark for her, her confidence instantly surged.
It seems that I can imagine the day when I realize my dream, with money as my bed and blanket, and surrounded by beauties.
"Mo Mo." Si Ze stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Yan Mo.
Yan Moxiao grabbed his hand and said happily, "I did this."
"You did it?" Si Ze was surprised. This answer really surprised him.
He remembered that when she went home to worship her ancestors, she said that her Western cooking skills were pretty good and wanted to give it to him to try.
He had always thought that her Western cooking skills should be good and better than Chinese food, but he had never expected that they were so much better.
The appearance and taste are completely different!
"What a pity." Si Ze sighed. It was a pity that his cooking skills were not up to par with Regal's. However, when he thought about how he was in for a treat, he felt instantly balanced.
"What a pity?" Yan Mo asked nervously.
"nothing."
Si Ze smiled and shook his head, looking unwilling to say anything.
Yan Mo didn't ask and stood up to clean up the dishes in front of Si Ze. However, he felt a little uncomfortable, thinking that his cooking skills needed improvement.
He took the bowl from her hand, stood up, and gently pushed Yan Mo to sit down on the sofa: "You cook, I'll wash the dishes." After that, he cleared the empty plates on the table and went into the kitchen. After he left, Yan Mo went to the balcony helplessly and poured some water on the plate of green ivy.
After her careful care, the green ivy sprouted green buds on the withered branches. Unfortunately, the leaves that had withered due to lack of water could not recover.
She went back to the living room, took out a pair of small scissors from the drawer, went back to the balcony, and trimmed the green ivy with her own hands to avoid robbing it of water and nutrients.
After finishing everything, she sat on the balcony hanging chair again, browsing her phone. After waiting for a while, Si Ze still didn't come out.
There are only four bowls, is it so difficult to wash them?
After thinking about it, Yan Mo stood up and planned to go in and take a look.
As soon as she walked into the kitchen, she was surprised by the bubbles all over the stove.
How much detergent must have been used? Seeing this, Yan Mo felt a pang of pain.
Si Ze slowly turned around, and saw that his hands were also full of bubbles, and even the tip of his nose was covered with a large white bubble. It looked particularly funny, and Yan Mo couldn't help laughing.
"Ha ha."
"Don't laugh." Si Ze said shyly, his cheeks flushed, and he defended himself:
"I just slipped up."
He really made a mistake and accidentally poured too much detergent. In the end, the more he washed, the more water there was and it couldn't be cleaned at all.
However, these words had no deterrent effect at all, and Yan Mo continued to laugh.
"Haha, Si Ze, you're so funny."
Seeing how steady he was, I thought he should be better than her, but it turned out that he was even worse than her.
Looking at the little girl laughing so unscrupulously, Si Ze suddenly had an idea and came up with a plan.
He suddenly took two steps forward, hugged her, and rubbed the bubbles on his body against her.
His condition was not much better. A large area of his expensive suit was wet, with many white bubbles. After rubbing it, half of Yan Mo's coat was also wet.
What frightened Yan Mo even more was that Si Ze seemed to know that his face was also stained with it, and his handsome face suddenly moved closer to her.
"No." Yan Mo dodged his attacking head in fear, and kept turning his head backwards.
Si Ze pursued relentlessly, still getting closer:
"See if you can still laugh at me."
Yan Mo admitted defeat cowardly: "I won't laugh anymore, I won't laugh anymore, haha..."
"Still laughing?" Si Ze threatened.
"No...haha." Yan Mo felt wronged. She was not laughing at him, nor did she want to laugh. It was just that his arms happened to be clamped around her armpits, and the breath he exhaled when he spoke all fell on her neck. She was very ticklish.
Si Ze moved closer to her again.
"It's itchy, your hand is pinching my armpit." Yan Mo shouted loudly, finally speaking a complete sentence, and then continued shouting:
"Let me go now."
"Let me go, okay? But if you laugh at me, you have to pay some interest." Si Ze held up her head, looked into her star-like eyes, and bargained cunningly.
"What interest do you want?"
"Kiss me." This time, Si Ze said directly.
It was not the first time she kissed him, and Yan Mo was not shy. Without hesitation, she straightened up and kissed him hard on the face.
Because she was so obedient today, Si Ze changed his usual style and rarely made things difficult for her. He kept his word and let her go.
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