Chapter 117 Ah, a bowl
Ever since she started her mental training in Mo Chengyu's small castle, Jiang Qiuqiu has had much more energy every time she cooks.
Never feel tired easily again.
She returned the favor and was very grateful to Mo Chengyu for bringing her on the journey. She often visited her with the dishes she cooked.
The two of them got along very well, talking about everything from the history of the Federation to the origin of mental power, from interesting stories about ancient Earth to current affairs. Although their views occasionally conflicted, both Jiang Qiuqiu and Mo Chengyu were broad-minded and did not mind it.
So their relationship became better and better.
The only thing is that Jiang Qiuqiu is very curious.
She had always heard from Mo Chengyu that a mental comber had come to her house, and his mental power was so strong that playing that mental training game was like playing...
But after such a long time, Jiang Qiuqiu had never seen him in Mo Chengyu's villa.
"Don't mention it." Mo Chengyu was really helpless. "He is quite reserved and doesn't like to talk. He doesn't like meeting strangers."
At first, I said I would make a strange face so that no one would see me and know my identity.
Later, Mo Si discovered that he didn't need to appear in public to provide spiritual counseling to Mo Chengyu. He simply avoided Jiang Qiuqiu and hid in the room day after day, not knowing what he was doing.
"So that's how it is." Jiang Qiuqiu exclaimed.
Big brother is really full of flaws. She originally wanted to introduce Qiuqiu to big brother, and then the two of them would study Qiuqiu's identity as a mental healer together.
Now that Mo Si is avoiding me, let her study slowly by herself!
"By the way, Qiuqiu, what's your menu today?"
"Braised sweet and sour pork, fried meatballs, or pork elbow?"
"Today..." Today wasn't a live broadcast day, so they could just make a comeback dish. This morning, Taotao Fresh had a batch of fresh young bamboo shoots, so Jiang Qiuqiu said, "I'm going to make braised bamboo shoots in oil."
“Bamboo shoots?”
"Um."
"By the way, Qiuqiu, what do you do for a living? Why do you cook every day?" After spending a long time together, Mo Chengyu finally asked this question that made him very curious.
There was nothing to hide. Jiang Qiuqiu had observed Mo Chengyu over the past few days and guessed he was a noble of high status, well-educated, and a very kind person. "I'm a food anchor on Federal Live."
“!”
"Anchor?"
"Then you must be the best food anchor in your company, right?"
Her language was very natural. She didn't ask why she wanted to be an anchor, but instead brought up other things very cleverly. Jiang Qiuqiu smiled. Sister Chengyu's emotional intelligence fluctuated greatly.
Sometimes I feel silly, and sometimes I feel very comfortable.
"No, I'm not the most popular one yet."
"!" Mo Chengyu looked surprised and doubtful. "No way, the audience on your platform isn't discerning enough."
They didn't talk much about work. After chatting for a while, Jiang Qiuqiu went back home to prepare things for the window display in the evening.
At eight o'clock in the evening, bamboo shoots were rarely seen in Jiang Qiuqiu's food window.
This is the first time this delicious dish has returned!
Mo Si was the first to place an order after seeing it!
It was a small plate, but I tasted it again and again, and it was still empty in the end.
But it was not enough. Countless appetites were aroused by this small bowl of food. Until late at night, Mo Si was still tossing and turning, so he got up, put on his cloak, and left the bedroom.
As soon as he left the bedroom, he noticed something strange.
The fragrance in the air is very familiar.
He was a little curious and wanted to trace the source of the fragrance. He kept walking down with his eyes closed. The fragrance became stronger and more familiar.
It’s bamboo shoots!
He opened his eyes, and his black pupils were surprisingly bright under the moonlight at night.
This is not the smell of the live broadcast room.
There, Mo Si's excellent sense of smell allowed him to instantly locate the source of the smell, which was the empty bowl on the coffee table.
…
I originally wanted to write about the trash can, but considering the reality, it is difficult for food to become more fragrant if it is thrown into the trash can——
And to add, in real life, the dishes don't have such strong flavors. In this article, for the sake of the plot, each dish is given a relatively "large" fragrance value! You can't smell it in real life! And then good night everyone
(End of this chapter)
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