People in the black basket, sign in Teiko Academy

While several people were eating happily.

May looked at the few ingredients left by the charcoal stove, which had not yet been 'processed' by Song Cheng.

"Chengjun, I want to try it too... Can you teach me? May, who was sitting next to Song Cheng, shook Song Cheng's arm, as if he was coquettish.

Song Cheng gently scratched May's upturned nose, and said in a magnetic voice: "May... Ah Yue, this kind of little thing is left to me.

He was about to say May subconsciously, but the words promised to May flashed in his mind, and he quickly changed his words.

Just before, May stood up on tiptoe and leaned into his ear, leaving a whispered inquiry: "Chengjun~ Can you call me Ah Yue in the future?" Hearing

this unexpected sentence at that time, Song Cheng did not react at first.

The development of further relationships made his expression slightly stunned.

After a long period of precipitation, the first official meeting a year later.

It seems that May and Song Cheng behaved more intimately, and what happened between the two also became a little ambiguous.

He reacted, a smile on his lips.

This time, he didn't choose to run away.

Looking at May's bright eyes, the blue pupils in his eyes flashed with tenderness, and said calmly: "Good." At

this moment, my heart was like a deer hitting its chest and plopping down.

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May muttered softly: "No, I also want to help Chengjun share some..." continued to shake Song Cheng's forearm.

"Okay, okay, then let's go."

Huang Se pulled off half of the beef skewer with his teeth and said incoherently: "Whew... Xiao Song... It's nice, no need... I... Work! "

The feeling of white is really cool, Yuki.

Moreover, whatever Xiao Song Cheng makes is so delicious!

Aomine seemed to have mastered a knack for quick grilling, sticking the meat skewer on the plate and directly reaching out his gloved hand to pull the meat skewer down.

The meat skewers naturally fall into the plate.

Repeat until the plate is no longer served.

Qingfeng gobbled up.

Feeling the stimulation of his taste buds, Qingfeng thought to himself: The only thing that can conquer me is really ... Song Cheng!

The two major foodies only ate and drank for nothing, not noticing who would personally make the next batch of food.

Song Cheng and May came to the oven again.

May's tender little hands clumsily hold the skewers and swing them on the oven.

When Song Cheng saw this scene, he was a little crying and laughing.

Although I was kind enough to help, it seems that this will be more troublesome.

Song Cheng walked to May's side, his clear chest was pressed against May's back, and his right hand was on May's little hand from top to bottom, muttering: "Don't turn it so often, make sure it is evenly heated."

"Also, be careful not to get hot." The clear voice is like a spring breeze.

May felt the sudden warmth, her eyes widened slightly, and she was startled like a little rabbit.

The back of the hand covered by Song Cheng's big hand seemed to be immersed in a hot spring.

Plop, plop.

Her heart was already beating out of beat.

With a shy glance at Song Cheng, she lowered her head, her face scalding.

Take a deep breath, slowly relax, and let Song Cheng pull her and guide her hand in hand.

Soon, the aroma of meat skewers came to the nose.

Song Cheng pointed out a few more words on the side, and saw that it was almost the same, "Okay, these can be taken first." "

May took the skewer down, put it on the plate, and pointed to the skewer and counted....

I saw that the grilled wings exuded crystal clear oil, dripping into the charcoal, making a "moisture" sound.

"Uh-huh!" May excitedly baked herself on a plate.

Huangse was more and more addicted to eating, and when he saw the various meat skewers that May was carrying, he was fragrant and shiny, and he stretched out his hand unceremoniously.

"Huh?" Huangse found that there was still a hand that was actually snatched with himself!

Qingfeng also saw the roasted chicken wings at the same moment and reached for them, "Huh? Huangse, you let me go!

According to his character, he naturally refused to give in at this time.

After all, the sky and the earth are big, the food is the biggest, and you will eat yourself before you are full.

"Xiao Qingfeng, there are so many more, why do you have to rob me." Huang Se pouted, raised his finger to the side, and picked up another skewer of grilled chicken wings on the plate.

"Whew..." Huang Se took a bite, and just wanted to savor it, but suddenly his stomach churned.

His eyes were empty, his mouth was slightly open, and his expression was dull.

Why? A world away from before?!

Looking at the chicken wings in his hand that he had bitten a little bit, he fell into doubt.

Doubts like the thick fog in the mountains made Huangse's head dizzy, or maybe it was the power of the skewers that made Huangse's head dizzy.

Qingfeng was originally burying his head in eating barbecue, and suddenly raised his head, his body trembled slightly, and his expression was a little hideous.

This taste?!

"Blah blah." Qingfeng spat out the remaining shredded meat in his mouth.

He had some guesses that this was definitely not made by Song Cheng...

Then it can only be her.

Qingfeng's face turned dark, and his eyes looked at Momoi May in horror.

May bent into a crescent moon to look at the two, with an expectant expression, and asked, "How is it?" Does it taste delicious? When

the two heard May's words, a flash of thunder flashed in their minds, and they fully understood.

May (peach) cuisine!

Although it is not so terrifying, the taste of eating this time is simply different from Song Cheng!

The mood of the two eating barbecue was completely destroyed at once.

Song Cheng frowned and looked at the state of the two, thinking.

Strange?

It shouldn't be, I clearly taught it hand-in-hand, how could this be.

No matter how bad the taste is, it should be normal.

Song Cheng picked up a skewer of beef with the attitude of giving it a try and took a bite.

It didn't taste good, but it definitely didn't have the horror of that time, at least he didn't see the terrible skull again.

Remembering the dark cuisine before May, the corners of his mouth turned up.

Therefore, under the guidance of his teacher, May's student has still improved a lot.

The corners of his lips curled and smiled, and he glanced at May gently.

"It's good, there's progress, it's already doing well." He nodded at May and praised.

Then he ate the skewer in his hand.

May's face was hot again, and she also picked up a bunch and put it in her mouth, but she almost vomited it directly.

Compared with the delicacy of Chengjun, the finished product she baked was simply a world of difference.

It was obviously not delicious, but Chengjun didn't have any leftovers, and praised her in a soft voice.

The gentleness of the city lord is really overwhelming.

"Cheng-kun..." she moved her lips.