Chapter 117 Ah, a bowl

  Since he started mental training in the small castle of Mo Chengyu, Jiang Qiuqiu's energy has been much better every time he cooks.

  No longer feel tired casually.

  She reciprocated her for this reason. She is very grateful to Mo Chengyu, who took her on the road, and often visits her with her own dishes.

  The two people can talk very well, from the history of the federation to the origin of spiritual power, from the interesting facts of the ancient earth to the current facts. Although the two people's views occasionally contradict, neither Jiang Qiuqiu nor Mo Chengyu are open-minded and do not mind this matter.

  So their relationship gets better.

   is the only thing, Jiang Qiuqiu is very curious.

  She has been listening to Mo idioms saying that a spiritual groomer has come to her home, who has a very strong mental power. Playing that mental training game is the same as playing...

It's been such a long time, Jiang Qiuqiu has never seen him in Mo Chengyu's cottage.

  "Don't mention it." Mo Chengyu was really helpless, "He is more reserved and doesn't like talking. He doesn't like meeting strangers."

  At first, he said to make a strange face so as not to be seen by others and to see through the identity.

  Later, Mo Si found out that there is no need to be in front of people to do spiritual counseling for Mo idioms. He directly avoided Jiang Qiuqiu and hid in the room every day, without knowing what he was doing.

   "It turned out to be like this." Jiang Qiuqiu let out an oh.

Brother    is really full of troughs. She originally wanted to introduce Qiuqiu to the eldest brother, and then the two of them will study Qiuqiu's identity as a spiritual healer.

  Now that Mosi spicy can't be avoided, let her study it slowly by herself!

   "Yes, Qiuqiu, what is your menu today!"

   "Broiled sour pork or fried meatballs or elbows?"

  "Today..." Today is the day when the live broadcast is not live. Just make the return dishes. A batch of fresh bamboo shoots were served on Taotao Fresh this morning. Jiang Qiuqiu said: "I am going to make braised bamboo shoots."

   "Bamboo shoots?"

"Um."

   "Yes, Qiuqiu, what do you do? How do you cook every day?" After getting along for a long time, Mo Chengyu finally asked this very curious question.

  This is actually nothing to conceal. Jiang Qiuqiu has observed Mo Chengyu in the past few days. She guessed that the other party should be a high-status noble, well-educated, and very good.

  "!"

   "Anchor?"

   "Then you must be the best food anchor in your company?"

  Her language is very natural. She didn't ask why she wanted to be an anchor. Instead, she mentioned other things cleverly. Jiang Qiuqiu laughed. Sister Chengyu’s emotional intelligence fluctuates a lot.

  Sometimes I feel naive, and sometimes I feel extremely ironed.

   "No, I am not the hottest one yet."

  "!" Mo Chengyu was surprised, "No, the audience on your platform is not insightful enough."

  I didn’t say much about work. After chatting for a while, Jiang Qiuqiu went back to his home to prepare the things in the window at night.

  At eight o'clock in the evening, a bamboo shoot was rarely seen on the ground in Jiang Qiuqiu's gourmet shop window.

  This is the first time this fresh dish has returned!

  Mosi made the first order after seeing it!

  A small plate, taste and taste, and finally it is empty.

  But it was not enough, countless appetites were aroused by this small bowl of dishes, and until late at night, Mo Si was still a little sleepless, so he got up, put on his cloak, and went out of the bedroom.

  As soon as he got out of the bedroom, he found it a little strange.

  The fragrance in the air is very familiar.

  He was a little curious, wanted to find the source of the fragrance, closed his eyes and walked down, the fragrance became stronger and stronger, and more and more familiar——

   is bamboo shoots!

  He opened his eyes, and his black pupils were amazingly bright against the moonlight at night.

  This is not the smell in the live broadcast room.

Where is   , the excellent sense of smell makes Mosi instantly lock the source of the original taste, which is the empty bowl on the coffee table.

  ……

  　 I originally wanted to write about the trash can, but considering the practical problems, it’s difficult for the food to become more and more fragrant when it is poured into the trash can——

  　　 And to add, the dishes in real life are not so strong in flavor. For the plot requirements, the essay sets a relatively ‘big’ scent value for each dish! You can't smell it in real life! Then good night everyone

  　　

  　

  (End of this chapter)