Lord please don't eat

Mei Ye Mao, female, likes food and Hasebe.

But the latter aspect of this hobby is known only to her—of course she thinks it is.

In fact, at the beginning Mao Ye did not expect that she would be interested in the guy who cut Hasebe, after all, as she said, when she saw Hasebe for the first time, she remembered being bombed by her mother when she was a child The eggplant box dominates the fear.

It was definitely a nightmare that had entangled her for many years, but with the death of her mother, that nightmare finally faded away—unexpectedly, it turned into a human form and continued to entangle her, so after seeing the story of Yaki Hasebe In an instant, Mao Ye felt out of breath.

Although in fact, pressing and cutting Hasebe is not the essence of the eggplant box but the essence of the knife, but Meano thinks that such details do not need to be concerned, anyway, it is all about the essence.

She decided to arrange this guy as a valet and play tricks on him.

Then find a way to eat it.

Of course, the original idea is good, but this beautiful idea will always encounter many problems when it is put into practice.When that valet tried his best to meet her various unreasonable demands time and time again, when he stumbled to learn Changsha dialect and Tianjin dialect from her, when he reluctantly picked up her favorite smelly When Tofu appeared in front of her, Mao Ye suddenly realized that it seemed possible that she might... fall in love.

Meano Mao has never been in a relationship. After all, her favorite thing since she was a child is probably only food.But during adolescence, like an ordinary girl, she thought about the sour question of what love is.

A friend once told her that there is such a person, you will feel very happy when you are with him, and you will miss him very much once you are separated. If you feel this way about him, then you probably like him.

At that time, Meano Mao seriously thought about what his friend said, and then came to a conclusion: "Then I like stinky tofu without a doubt."

The friend rolled his eyes, and then added: "If one day there is such a person who reaches the same status as stinky tofu in your heart, then you probably like him."

Mei Ye Mao thinks that what her friend said may have her truth, but it is a bit inappropriate to compare stinky tofu with someone she likes. After all, besides stinky tofu, she also likes snail powder spicy duck neck and crayfish, which taste like chicken. It’s not bad, Hu Ji’s Zha Zha Zha also makes people have endless aftertaste. Of course, if you can have another cup of tea to look good or something, it will be like a fairy-like day-but if it is someone you like, it really can only be one. ?

So if you really want to make an analogy, the person you like is probably as important as all the delicious things added together.This is the result Mao Mao himself summed up.

As time goes by, Hasebe's status in Mao Mao's heart continues to rise, gradually surpassing the spicy crayfish, tea beauty, screw powder, and stinky tofu, and finally became worthy of the name. First.

This is a very shameful thing for Meano Mao. As a standard foodie, his favorite food is not delicious!This is definitely an insult to the dignity of a foodie!

But liking this kind of feeling is something you can't help yourself. If you can control it so easily, there won't be so many poor people who are trapped by love in this world.

So the girl fell into the melancholy of puberty—although for Mao Ye, this puberty seemed to come a bit late.

If I had known earlier, I would not have included him in the expedition team!Now she was wondering what he would do if he accidentally came out!

"host."

While the girl was gnawing on dried sweet potatoes with a sad face, the sound of cutting Hasebe suddenly sounded at the door of the room.

The expression on the girl's face became vivid in an instant. She got up quickly, trotted to the door of the room, and stretched out her hand to open the door.

"I'm back from my expedition."

Meano Mao reached out and grabbed Hasebe's wrist, and pulled him into the room: "You're back, the dried sweet potatoes have become less sweet during your absence!"

Hasebe looked blankly at the dried sweet potato in his pocket: "Why is it not sweet anymore? Is it damp? Do you want me to help you re-dry it?"

After thinking about it seriously, Mao Ye turned his head and said, "Well, maybe it's because I just ate a pack of Kopeito."

Hasebe: "..."

He also knew the consistent virtue of his own god judge, so after being speechless for a while, he first passed the stinky tofu in his hand.

"Wow!" Meano Mao's eyes lit up instantly, what adolescent depression, is there any problem that a piece of stinky tofu can't solve?

But then, she immediately remembered the attitude that Yaki Hasebe showed not long ago, so she withdrew her hand to catch the stinky tofu, turned her head away, and said angrily: "Isn't it Has the stinky tofu been blacklisted? Hmph!"

"I don't remember such a thing." Hasebe took a piece of stinky tofu and handed it to Mao Mao's mouth.

——If you say you forgot, forget it, wouldn’t it make me, the master, lose face!

Mao Yano wanted to reject Hasebe's muddle-through behavior with righteous words, but the delicious food is right in front of her, so if she doesn't open her mouth, is she worthy of being called a foodie?

"Forget it, I will forgive you for the sake of the delicious stinky tofu. There is no need to go on the next expedition." Mei Ye Mao said.

Lest I feel like missing you.

That's what she didn't say.