All Stars Are My Food Fans

Mo Fan was also very playful, so he opened the terminal and took two pictures.

I thought Mosi would cook dark dishes, but I didn't expect the craftsmanship to be pretty good.

Imperial Blade cooks for us, it's so memorable.

Mo Fan smiled and looked at Jiang Qiuqiu, If it wasn't for my younger siblings, I wouldn't be able to eat this meal made by Xiao Si himself.

Qiuqiu responded politely, Then I'll go first and see where the preparations are, and I'll go help.

go Go!

When Qiuqiu shot, Mo Idiom was also looking forward to it.

Qiuqiu entered the kitchen, glanced at the menu prepared by Mosi, the robot that was still preparing the dishes, as well as some finished and semi-finished products, and immediately praised Mosi.

Wow, the little panda is really good in the hall, down in the kitchen, with such a big table, it looks like it.

I'm not a red panda. Mo Si was cutting the pumpkin, Why are you here? Don't you want to chat with idioms?

It's over, we're not talking about you.

Talk about me? What did she say about me?

Qiuqiu looked at his expression and tutted lightly, Since you fell in love with me, your heart seems to have become smaller, you are talking about your childhood, and I have seen a lot of your photos.

Looking at it, I still found that your appearance when you wore the mask was the most in line with my aesthetic.

The knife stopped instantly, and he immediately took a step closer to Qiuqiu, Then what about now, doesn't it match?

It also fits, but now it is conquered by the temperament of Xiao Si's brother. Before, he used his face to generate electricity.

So like that face?

He glanced at Qiuqiu and decided in his heart that he would only be willing to put on that face if he had enough chips in the future! snort!

Common chat, this is the daily life of two people.

But the daily life is enough to shock the people outside the door again.

Because before Jiang Qiuqiu came, the expression of Mosi, who was cooking in the kitchen, hardly changed.

But after Qiuqiu came, Mo Si's expression became particularly rich.

Frowning, smiling, chuckling, all kinds of laughs, all kinds of helpless, happy expressions can be cut a dozen or twenty times a minute.

It's a bit of a match...

'If this is dating, I suddenly feel a little bit of love. ’

'It's pretty good. I'm starting to envy. ’

I haven't started eating yet, I feel full after watching it for a long time.

After being hurt, the heart of gossip will decrease, and everyone decides to spread out and eat the cakes brought by Qiuqiu.

Mo Idiom Yu, a snack foodie, also went, but after she went, she didn't forget to bring a little to the kitchen. What she brought was mung bean cake, and Qiuqiu was a little hungry, so she took a big bite.

Well.

The mung bean cake made of Bingbing and soft sand is a paste, but as soon as it is put into the mouth, it melts in an instant, like a flowing heart.

Without so much sugar, it will not look sweet and greasy, but the fragrance of mung bean occupies everything in the mouth.

The fragrance spreads lightly.

The mousse that was chopping vegetables also stopped.

What's the matter? Qiuqiu swallowed the mung bean cake and asked him.

I'm hungry too.

Qiuqiu: ...

Who are you lying to?

According to your food intake, you eat so much at noon, and there is no physical training in the afternoon. Although cooking consumes physical strength, you are 8 minutes full, and it is only 5:30. It is not yet when you are hungry. Are you attracted? Want to eat mung bean cake?

Well, I want to eat mung bean cake, and I'm hungry too.

Hearing this, Qiuqiu picked up a square mung bean cake and handed it to Mosi.

You eat this first. Mo Si pushed back.

Oh, these familiar words, a smile flashed in Qiuqiu's eyes.

Good night, Tweet!