Douluo: I Can Steal Other People's Martial Arts

"You still cook?"

Zhu Zhuqing was stunned. She had known Ling Mo for so long, but she had never seen him cook.

"That's natural. Cowhide is not just for bragging. With my culinary skills, I can be a chef in any hotel.

I can cook any kind of cuisine, it is delicious in color and flavor, I guarantee that you will want to eat a second meal after one meal.”

When it comes to cooking, Ling Mo felt that he could no longer keep a low profile.

It is no exaggeration to say that I have survived until now by relying on this cooking skill.

He can cook any dish!

Back then, in Holy Soul Village, Ling Mo hugged Tang Hao's thigh only by relying on a pot of porridge.

To this day, Tang Hao still misses the porridge he made, if you don't believe me, go to Sunset Forest and ask him.

"I don't believe it! You can cook?" Zhu Zhuqing looked suspiciously, no matter how he looked at Ling Mo, he didn't look like the kind of person who could cook.

From the time I met him until now, I still don't know which family he came from.

After getting acquainted and falling in love, Lingmo showed her the feeling that she is a rich man who plays games in the world, how can he make a living.

"Don't underestimate me. I'm not your man. I know astronomy at the top and geography at the bottom. I know the hall at the top and the kitchen at the bottom. I'm proficient in everything.

In this world, is there anything I don't know?

Not even the hidden weapons of puppet agencies can stop me, and I can't cook a mere meal? "

Ling Mo expressed that it feels so bad to be underestimated

"Then you go! If you are not satisfied with what you do today, see how I punish you. How dare you laugh at me, hum?"

Zhu Zhuqing was still questioning, but Ning Rongrong couldn't take it anymore, so he put down the harsh words directly.

Obviously, she was hit by Ling Mo just now, the food she worked so hard to cook was unexpectedly so unpalatable.

If I had known that I would taste it before bringing it over, I would be ashamed to throw it home.

"Wait! Don't go away, I'll come as soon as I go, and today I will let you know what real cooking is."

With that said, Ling Mo pushed open the door and left the room directly, then turned around and entered the kitchen.

"Oh, what kind of cuisine do you want to make? Cantonese cuisine? Sichuan cuisine? Forget it, let's come to the eight major cuisines one by one."

As a foodie, if you can't even cook, it's really useless.

Ling Mo spent a long time in the kitchen, but no one cared about him, and no one would come here in the middle of the night.

After saying hello to the person in charge of the hotel, all kinds of materials were used casually.

Ling Mo stayed in the kitchen for an entire hour, and finally prepared a table full of food, which was full of color, fragrance, and tempting to look at.

"knock off!"

Xiaota packed up all the plates and took them away, and Ling Mo returned to the room.

But when passing by Dai Mubai's room, he heard exciting voices coming from inside.

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"This boy is not bad! He is still in the mood to do good things"

You don't need to guess Ling Mo to know who it is, who else is there besides Shui Yue'er?

These two guys have been getting tired of being together almost every day since they established a relationship with each other.

I only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals!

Ling Mo originally wanted to scare them, but after thinking about it, it was too hurtful, so forget it.

Back in the room, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing were still waiting inside, they didn't know what they were talking about, they looked very happy.

"I am back!"

Ling Mo pushed open the door of the room and walked in directly.

"Where's the food? Take it out, I'm starving to death"

Ning Rongrong didn't care about anything, she was still waiting for a while to laugh at Ling Mo when she came back.

No matter how delicious it is, she will definitely say it's not delicious, and only by mocking Ling Mo can the hatred in her heart be relieved.

"What's the rush! You damn girl, you're so frizzy"

Ling Mo knocked on her forehead lightly, then came to the dining table, and waved her right hand lightly.

I saw a table full of dishes appearing on the table.

"Wow, it smells so good!"

After a table of dishes appeared, the aroma instantly filled the whole room, and Ning Rongrong couldn't help but let out a cry.

"Wait, why should I say Xiang? No, I must not say Xiang. I will laugh at him later."

Noticing something was wrong, Ning Rongrong hurriedly covered her mouth, but she couldn't stop looking at the table.

Ling Mo looked funny, came to the bed, helped Zhu Zhuqing to the dining table.