2222: Accidentally become an internet celebrity (4)

Accidentally become an internet celebrity (4)

Han qiqing's eyes lit up. She ran forward and shouted to the chef, " I want to eat crab! &Quot;1

Mu Xiaoxiao didn't want to fall behind. She raised her hand and said, " chef, I want to eat fried chicken! &Quot;

Song Shijun also joined in the fun and said, " then I want to eat the Manchu Han Imperial Feast! &Quot;

The chef's heart skipped a beat, and he almost dropped his spoon.

Ye sijue glanced at song Shijun and was afraid that the chef would take him seriously. He walked over and said, " ignore him. Is the porridge ready? Give me a bowl first."

The chef stirred the porridge in the pot and replied, " it's done. &Quot;

She scooped out a bowl.

Ye sijue walked over, picked up the porridge, and said to everyone, " whatever you want to eat, as long as there are ingredients here, you can get the chef to make it. Shijun is the only exception. &Quot;

Song Shijun's face was bitter. &Quot; why did you treat me like this! &Quot;

He was just joking when he said the Manchu Han Imperial Feast.

Ye sijue ignored him. He picked up a spoon, carried the porridge, and walked to the sofa with mo Xiaomeng.

Mu Xiaoxiao and the others surrounded the chef.

Mo Xiaomeng stuck her head out curiously, but ye sijue turned her head back. &Quot; come, have some porridge first. I'll get the chef to make you anything you want later. &Quot;

Dinner time had long passed, and she had not eaten anything with the others.

Mo Xiaomeng had no choice but to look away.

She reached out to take the bowl, but he didn't give it to her and insisted on feeding her.

"I'll drink it myself." Mo Xiaomeng said to him in a small voice, embarrassed.

Ye sijue shook his head. He scooped half a spoonful of porridge, blew on it to cool it down, and brought it to her mouth.

"Open your mouth," It was a little overbearing.

Mo Xiaomeng couldn't change his mind, so she could only do as he said.

Ye sijue fed her mouthful by mouthful until she finished the entire bowl of porridge.

"Do you still want to eat?" He asked.

Mo Xiaomeng hurriedly shook her head. &Quot; no, I want to go ... See what Xiaoxiao and the others want to make. &Quot;

The living room wasn't far from the kitchen, but she couldn't see what was going on from her seat. She could only hear Xiaoxiao and qiqing's voices.

She felt that it was very lively over there and wanted to go over and take a look.

Ye sijue reached out and touched her forehead before he agreed.

"You can go if you want to."

Mo Xiaomeng smiled and quickly got up to go over.

Ye sijue held her hand and said, " slow down. &Quot;

Under his 'escort', mo Xiaomeng finally reached the kitchen.

It turned out that Xiaoxiao and qiqing were fighting for the right to cook the prawns.

"To make prawns in a fragrant pot. It's so delicious."

"But I want to eat garlic prawns. Make them with garlic."

In the end, the two of them decided the winner with rock-paper-scissors.

Looking at mu Xiaoxiao and han qiqing's eager faces, mo Xiaomeng felt that it was really fun and interesting.

"Rock-paper-scissors!"

Han qiqing played scissors.

Mu Xiaoxiao's answer was "cloth."

Qiqing won!

"Yay!" Han qiqing raised her hand in a V shape happily and even smiled smugly.

Mu Xiaoxiao put on an aggrieved face and whimpered like a pitiful kitten.

Mo Xiaomeng was amused.

Yin Shaojie and song Shijun were just watching the show from the side, laughing without saying anything.

When a group of good friends were together, even the simplest game could be played so happily.

On the sofa in the living room.

While han qiqing was waiting for her victory, the garlic prawns, she played with her phone out of boredom and happened to see a new message on WeChat.

When she saw the sender's name, she rubbed her eyes in disbelief.

It was ... Lu Yichen?

Oh my God, did she see it wrong?

Could it be that she was so hungry that she was hallucinating?

She rubbed her eyes again, but all she saw was his name.

Only then did she confirm delightedly that it was really Lu Yichen who had sent her the message!

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