"Do you ... know about the big mix?" After a moment of hesitation, Mu Zi asked him this way.
Murong Cheng did not answer, but just gazed at her with a smile in his eyes.
--Zi Zi is going to cook rice for him to eat.
He only cares about this right now and is in a rather pleasant mood.
Mu Zi hardened her heart and went to cook.
Although her cooking skills were not good, she felt that even worse, she should be a little better than Murong Cheng, right?
Big rice is the only dish she can handle, the practice is simple and brutal, that is, all kinds of vegetables shredded, boiled water, then put into the white rice, plus seasoning soy sauce and Korean chili sauce, after stirring, you can eat.
Tasty and filling, just look, may not be so ... beautiful.
Mu Zi mixed the rice and was a little shy to take out her hands.
Murong Cheng ate outside, must be a variety of fine cuisine, even at home, Bai Wei's cooking is also first class good, now let him eat this ...
Mu Zi herself felt intolerant.
Red rice, mixed with a variety of rotten and unclear vegetables ...
About the only way to describe it is pig food.
"It's been a long time since I've done it, some of my hands are ... raw," Mu Zi's cheeks heated up and stammered, "It's a little salty, or ... you'd better call Wang Zhan it."
Murong Cheng quietly looked at the mixed rice in the gold-drawn rose porcelain plate.
The dark as ink eyes have a hidden fine light, silent and focused, as if looking at a very impressive thing.
Mu Zi's face turned even redder.
"Call Wang Zhan." She reached out for the plate in front of Murong Cheng, regretting why she was being insouciant.
Murong Cheng pressed her hand and took a bite of the bibimbap, picking up the silver spoon in his hand.
Mu Zi was a little nervous and stared at Murong Cheng.
Will ... it be hard to eat?
Then thought: even if it was hard to eat, it was Murong Cheng who deserved it! Who asked him to force her to stay in this deserted deep mountain, it was his own fault!
Having said that, Mu Zi still felt a bit humiliated.
"Not bad." Murong Cheng generously gave a favorable review and continued to take a second and third bite ...
Mu Zi looked at him skeptically.
Murong Cheng's thin lips were slightly curled and his expression looked very enjoyable.
But Mu Zi's own food, how does it taste doesn't she know in her own heart? She had just tasted a bite and it was clearly very salty.
Could it be that it wasn't stirred evenly, so the bite she tasted just happened to have more chili sauce?
Mu Zi was starving, although the food in front of her was unpleasant to look at, but when you make something yourself, there is always more tolerance.
She took a spoon and took two bites, immediately covering her mouth before she could feel it in detail!
"So spicy!"
Spicy spicy spicy spicy spicy spicy!
Murong Cheng looked like he had already anticipated this and handed her a cup of orange juice at the right time.
Mu Zi took a sip and choked and coughed again!
Murong Cheng put down the cutlery in his hand and gathered her into his arms, patting her back.
"Don't you feel spicy?" Mu Zi coughed so hard that her little face turned red, even her eyes were flooded with moist vapor.
She hadn't grasped the portion and had put too much chili sauce!
"Well, it's a bit spicy." Murong Cheng looked as normal, patting her back while answering.
Mu Zi didn't believe it because Murong Cheng didn't even change his face for a second.
Could it be that his bowl of mixed rice was different from the one in her bowl?
As if reading Mu Zi's mind, Murong Cheng smiled and asked her, "Otherwise, why don't you taste it yourself?"
His smile was light and his tone was casual, but Mu Zi hardened to hear a deep meaning.
She was alarmed and felt that the bad Murong Cheng seemed to be back again.
"No ... no need." Mu Zi lowered her eyebrows, her heartbeat messed up for a few minutes.
As expected.
Murong Cheng picked her up and kissed her fiercely, pressed her onto the dining table -