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What else is this guy doing? It is nothing more than pondering some mechas such as Yeyoushen, and then sending the blueprints to the owner of the Mazhuang Villa in Taobao Villa, so that they can build them and sell them cheaply. All are on the verge of death.”
As a result, the construction cost was much higher than the selling price, and the owner of Ma Zhuang returned to the loss, and chased Xue Ziming for money with the bill.
"Huh? Didn't you draw drawings today?"
Chu nightning replied absent-mindedly: "Where will there be inspiration every day."
The ink burned his cheek and kissed his earlobe: "Master..."
"What's wrong?"
"..."
Mo Ran couldn't help straightening up and touched his nose.
He couldn't help but wonder if the days of recluse made Chu nightning tired, otherwise, how could such an intimate fellowship only get a hard "what's the matter", and there was no tone ups and downs.
It's been hell.
It was not until this time that the ink burned and finally began to look carefully at what Chu nightning wrote on the table.
"what are you writing?!"
It was a question just now, but this time it was a sigh of horror.
Chu nightning was unhappy with his tone, and finally put the pen on the lake, and slowly raised a pair of aggressive phoenix eyes, squinting slightly, even if the two curtains of long eyelashes were soft and soft, they could not cover the sharpness of his eyes. .
However, no matter how fierce the eyes are, it is no match for what Chu nightning said at the moment.
"Mid-Autumn Festival recipes."
Ink burning: "..."
That's right, for the first reunion feast after the war, Immortal Big Dipper planned to do it himself, washing his hands and making soup for his apprentice who felt quite sorry.
The ink burned and stared at the serious and stubborn face of Chu nightning in the candlestick lamp shadow, and couldn't help trembling in the heart.
Isn't he serious...? ? ?
But unfortunately, Chu Xianjun is a serious person and never makes unnecessary jokes.
In the next few days, he frowned at the menu and carefully studied it, deleting a few dishes from time to time-whenever the ink burned, he would breathe a sigh of relief. Or add a few more dishes - whenever the ink burns, you will feel that your stomach is faintly cramping.
Finally, when Chu Wanning coughed twice and showed him the list that was finally drawn up, Mo Ranqiang Zuo calmly glanced at the ten cold, ten hot and twenty dishes on it, and then closed the bamboo slip.
"...What's the matter? Is there less variety?"
"No." Mo Ran felt that unless he wanted to see the new head of the top of the dead in the Mid-Autumn Festival, he had to do something to stop his brother-in-law.
He thought about it, raised his eyes and smiled at Chu Wanning: "I just think that if the reunion banquet is only prepared by the master, it is not sincere enough."
Chu nightning frowned slightly: "Really?"
"It's all said to be reunited." Mo Ran followed suit, "It's naturally fun to prepare together."
Seeing that the other party didn't say anything, he seemed to hesitate, and the ink burned with a flash of light, and suddenly thought that Ning would usually be qiáng, so he continued: "Master, do you think this is good, we each prepare five cold dishes and five hot dishes, but Don't tell the other party what it is. When Xue Meng comes, put these twenty dishes together on the table, and finally ask him which ones are good and which ones he doesn't like, how about it?"
Chu nightning did not speak immediately, but his eyes lit up slightly.
All of his small and thoughtful expressions fell into the eyes of the ink burning, and the ink burned with a smile, and jiāo clasped his hand, and asked warmly: "Are you okay?"
Chu nightning looked up at him: "This is a cooking competition?"
Mo Ran touched his nose and smiled: "You don't have to."
After a few moments of silence, Chu nightning suddenly stood up and took away the bamboo slip pressed by the other hand. The ink burned a little puzzled: "What's wrong?"
"I won't let you know what I do." Chu nightning's expression turned out to be quite serious, "It doesn't count what's written on it. I'll rewrite it."
Ink burning: "..."
Chu nightning narrowed his eyes: "Actually, I am not much worse than you in cooking."
"Yes, yes." Mo Ran couldn't help laughing, "Master said everything is right, then I will wait for the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet to feast on." He said, holding the hand of Chu nightning , rubbed the pulp of the fingers that had become calloused because of the mecha cutting wood all the year round, and then lowered his head and kissed.
In the candlelight, he looked at Chu Wanning's slightly widened eyes because he was not ridiculed, and watched Chu Wanning's taut body slowly relaxed in the kiss.
He rolled his eyes softly.
"What Big Brother Engong does is the best."
So easy to solve the crisis, he is really smart and witty. Mo Ran silently gave himself a drink in his mind, and then got up with a smile under the gaze of Chu Wanning, and went to clean up the unwashed tableware and chopsticks that were still spread on the short table.
It was night, when Mo Ran cleaned up the bath and returned to the room, Chu nightning was sitting by the window, watching the recipes he had studied countless times.
Hearing the sound of pushing the door, he subconsciously covered the scroll, and it seemed that he really regarded Mo Ran as a competitor. But Mo Ran only thinks this guy is really funny. There are only a few idle books on his bookshelf. There are only two books related to food, one is "Bashu Food Notes" and the other is "Lin'an Diet Notes". What to hide.
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