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The next morning, Xiao Qiyan, who woke up from hunger, left the room aggressively.

After waking up from starvation this morning, he originally wanted to sleep in bed for a while longer, but suddenly thought, this is different from the past, he has a handyman, how can he wake up hungry because he can't eat.

The more I think about it, the more confident I feel, and the more angry I feel, Jiang Mojiu didn't even bring breakfast over!Thinking of this, his mood became more and more bad, he simply lifted the quilt, and ran aggressively to Jiang Mojiu to Xingshi to question his guilt.

"What are you doing?" Xiao Qiyan pushed open the door forcefully and made a loud noise, looking at Jiang Mojiu and asked in a nasty tone.

Jiang Mojiu, who was squatting on the ground, saw Xiao Qiyan coming, and smiled like a flower: "I'm packing my things."

Xiao Qiyan leaned against the door and watched Jiang Mojiu pack up his package, spread out wild vegetables with thousands of flavors, and grilled sausages all over the place.

"Vulgar!" Xiao Qiyan snorted disdainfully.

Jiang Mo lazily took care of his gossip, and tried to finish packing quickly with his hands and feet. While sorting, he sorted these. These were sent to the kitchen, these were left in the bedroom, and these were...

Why can't I finish cleaning up!Grinding.

Xiao Qiyan was a little impatient, and asked, "How long are you going to clean up?"

Jiang Mojiu smiled and said, "I have to clean up slowly."

Xiao Qiyan sneered loudly to express contempt, and shouted loudly, "I'm hungry!"

"Okay, okay." Jiang Mojiu hurriedly put down the things he was tidying up, and without wiping off his profuse sweat, he stood at the door and smiled foolishly at Xiao Qiyan: "What do you want to eat?"

"I'm very hungry!" Xiao Qiyan emphatically emphasized the word hungry, and Fang continued: "See what's convenient, take a bite first."

Looking at Xiao Qiyan looking him up and down vigilantly, it seems that he doesn't believe that he can cook.

Facing Xiao Qiyan's magnanimous tone, Jiang Mo smiled confidently: "Then wait a while."

Xiao Qiyan looked at Jiang Mojiu in disbelief, leaning against the kitchen door with his arms crossed, watching Jiang Mojiu busy in the kitchen, busy making a fire, busy cutting vegetables, busy stir-frying, and then handed it to the uncle's table .

"It's not very good, it's not delicious, and it's not bad either."

Xiao Qiyan tasted a couple of picky mouthfuls, put down his rice bowl, and muttered dissatisfiedly.

Jiang Mojiu's starry eyes were shattered in an instant, and he scratched his scalp in embarrassment and smiled: "Why don't you deal with it first, and I will definitely improve."

Xiao Qiyan picked up a few vegetable leaves and chewed them in a dispirited manner. He looked at the plate without moving his chopsticks for a long time, and Jiang Mojiu's hanging heart fell to the ground with a snap, breaking into pieces.

"Forget it, forget it, I'm tired, I'll go back to my room to sleep first." Xiao Qiyan showed a tired look, stretched his waist and yawned, turned and left.

Jiang Mojiu was left behind as a little cat demon, diligently trying to clean up the kitchen.

When clearing the table, Jiang Mojiu couldn't help being silent for a while, looking at what was on the plate, Xiao Qiyan didn't eat much, it must be because it didn't suit his taste.

Jiang Mojiu, who was afraid that he would be dissatisfied with his hunger, was anxiously scratching his head and thinking about how to remedy it.

Jiang Mojiu carefully adjusted the heat, stewed the porridge, and re-fried the porridge with side dishes, and sent it to Xiao Qiyan, but Xiao Qiyan picked and picked for a long time, and did not move a few mouthfuls.

It came out almost as if it came in at the beginning.

Jiang Mo was running around in a hurry, he couldn't just die the next day after repaying his favor.

Frustrated, Jiang Mojiu doubted the culinary skills she had always been proud of. When she returned to her room, she looked at the unpacked things and sighed inwardly.

Jiang Mojiu leaned against the bed, looking at the table full of cured meat, his eyes lit up instantly.

As if he had been injected with chicken blood, he quickly rushed to the kitchen with the cured meat.

Jiang Mojiu beat a few eggs, mixed them with oil and water, then tore the dried sausage into pieces, and steamed them in a pan.

Cut the sausage into thin slices, mix it in the rice, and steam it together.

Then I casually fried bacon mixed with green peppers, scalded a few green vegetables, put them on top of the rice, and drizzled with a little sesame oil.

Jiang Mojiu smiled and sent Xiao Qiyan over with narrowed eyes. Seeing Xiao Qiyan's innocuous eyes, he patiently persuaded: "You should try it."

Xiao Qiyan glanced critically at the plate, and asked, "You killed the salt seller, do you want to salt me ​​to death?"

"Try it."

Xiao Qiyan looked at Jiang Mojiu very suspiciously, seeing that he couldn't resist his anticipating eyes, so he had to take a bite for the sake of saving face.

Taking a bite into his throat, Xiao Qiyan began to feel that the hunger in his stomach was unbearable, and he didn't need Jiang Mojiu to urge him, so he started to eat in big mouthfuls.

"Is it delicious?" Jiang Mojiu asked with a smile.

"That's about the same." Xiao Qiyan answered vaguely while busy eating.

"Eat slowly, and no one will compete with you. If it's not enough, I'll do it again."

"Let me tell you, I'm so hungry, it's not because your cooking is so delicious." Xiao Qiyan emphasized while looking at the stormy desktop.

"Yes, yes, I remember."

A breakfast that lasted until the afternoon, more or less made Jiang Mojiu regain a little confidence.

Seeing that it was getting late, Jiang Mojiu simply ignored other tasks and continued to study in the kitchen.

But after thinking about it, he didn't know what to do. After carefully looking at the preparations inside and outside the kitchen a few times, it didn't give him any chance to conjure flowers.

That being the case, Jiang Mojiu simply steamed the flower rolls.

The noodles must be served deliciously, Jiang Mojiu thought in his heart, rolled up his sleeves, hummed a little song, kneading the noodles with great joy in his heart.

After carefully wrapping the dough, Jiang Mojiu hurriedly prepared to light the fire, and kept busy until the flower rolls were on the pot, Jiang Mojiu still couldn't breathe a sigh of relief.

Thinking in my heart, it must be very comfortable and comfortable to eat with a stew for dinner.

Jiang Mojiu carefully observed Xiao Qiyan's expression. Although Xiao Qiyan ate a lot, he didn't have the same enthusiasm for eating cured meat at the beginning. Mance ate in an orderly manner, as if it didn't matter whether he ate or not, which made Jiang Mojiu quite frustrated.

On the morning of the second day, without Xiao Qiyan's urging, Jiang Mojiu had already prepared the meals in the kitchen with a smile on his face, waiting for Xiao Qiyan to come.

"Are you up?" Jiang Mojiu asked courteously, in exchange for Xiao Qiyan's sideways glance, as if to say, you are talking nonsense.

Jiang Mojiu didn't mean it, and continued to put the food on the table with a smile, and couldn't help but mutter: "The hour is over, there is no need to eat lunch, how about having dinner earlier?"

Jiang Mojiu brought two sets of bowls and chopsticks, and handed one to Xiao Qiyan. Xiao Qiyan glanced at him indifferently, and didn't make a sound or reached out to pick it up. Jiang Mojiu smiled mischievously, and placed it properly in front of him.

Jiang Mojiu took his bowl and chopsticks and was about to sit down beside Xiao Qiyan when Xiao Qiyan reprimanded him, "Who allowed you to sit down?"

Jiang Mo couldn't figure it out, and asked, "Then I want to eat standing up?"

"Who gave you permission to eat?"

"Then... what am I going to do?"

"Standing and serving, when will the master allow you to eat, and you eat again, isn't there even such a rule?"

"But I'm hungry." Jiang Mojiu stood up and muttered aggrievedly.

"But who allows you to eat with me?" Xiao Qiyan squinted at Jiang Mojiu: "You can eat when I have leftovers."

"No," Jiang Mojiu said roguely, "I want to eat with you."

"Have you got any rules? Where is the master's house and you eat together?"

"But I don't want to eat your leftovers."

"Then I'm going to eat your saliva?" Xiao Qiyan almost laughed angrily.

Jiang Mo Jiuqiang held on to his confidence, and prepared to play a rogue, saying: "But I'm hungry, I didn't eat anything yesterday, and I've been busy all morning, or you can spare me and let me eat." .”

Xiao Qiyan's expression suddenly changed, becoming extremely ferocious and terrifying.

Jiang Mojiu squatted down with his head in his arms, his mind went blank, and he didn't even have the idea of ​​calling for help, but Xiao Qiyan was taken aback, and hurriedly squatted beside Jiang Mojiu, poking him cautiously and asking: "What's the matter?" ?”

After a long time, Jiang Mojiu came back to his senses, but his whole body was still uncontrollably cold, and his back was soaked.

"What's the matter with you?" Xiao Qiyan roared anxiously.

"I...it's fine." Jiang Mojiu tried hard to pull himself back from memory to reality.

"Is it okay?" Xiao Qiyan muttered: "You are sure, I don't want to take a sick cat back."

Listening to Xiao Qiyan's gossip, Jiang Mojiu suddenly felt a lot more at ease in his heart. The Xiao Qiyan in front of him is a living existence. The cruel and bloody guardian in his memory only existed at that moment.

"I just suddenly felt...you are scary." Jiang Mojiu tried to smile.

"You cat is so strange, you are so afraid of me, why do you still stay with me as a servant?" Xiao Qiyan asked curiously, unable to understand.

"You eat, I'll go out first."

Jiang Mojiu didn't dare to mention whether he was hungry or not, and he withdrew from the room with a pale face. Xiao Qiyan no longer cared about Jiang Mojiu's impoliteness, and it was strange to mutter curiously while eating.

Back in the house, Jiang Mojiu leaned against the wall and couldn't help sighing. It turned out that although he has admiration for Xiao Qiyan to this day, the deeper fear cannot be concealed.

He should always remember the hideous scene where Xiao Qiyan tore apart the immortals with his bare hands.