What an excellent nerd boy.

It seems that I am planning to live in China for a long time.

It's just this Chinese name.

Ahem, it's really hard to compliment.

"Um."

He responded faintly, Mo Wen continued to enter the kitchen.

"Wow!"

“What a delicate handicraft.”

"This is a hand-sewn scarf."

“It looks so good.”

And this Xiaolun was like a country bumpkin entering the city, even worse than Mowen's first time going down the mountain.

"Don't touch it."

Mo Wen ran out in a flash and looked at the guy holding Tang Tang failed product with his eyes lit up.

"I'll just take a look."

Xiaolun hurriedly put it down and smiled awkwardly.

"If it is broken, we will both die."

Let me explain it again, and Mo Wen returned to the kitchen.

Xiaolun really dared not move now.

How powerful would it be to make the big guys die?

Maybe if you breathe, you will turn into blood.

“This thing is good, too.”

But his admiration never stopped.

"What an ignorant guy."

Mo Wen felt that he rolled his eyes a lot after he met him.

The thing that Tang Tang and the others disliked was actually treated as a treasure by this guy, and his eyes were about to fall off.

"It's time to eat."

At eleven o'clock, have a brunch, and don't ask for a bowl or chopstick.

"This is chopsticks."

"I can't use it yet."

Anything can make this guy curious, clumsyly holding chopsticks, and he is trying hard to learn Mo Wen's way of holding.

"Whatever you want."

Anyway, it doesn't matter if they are the two of them, even if he grabs them with his hands.

"Uh-huh."

“It’s really delicious.”

In this stupid way, Xiaolun sighed.

If it weren't for his expression that was indeed sincere, Mo Wen would think he was complimenting.

Isn't this the one who puts a lot of salt?

Did you accidentally plant a willow?

Mo Wen tasted it carefully, and almost lost all his appetite.

But Mo Wen continued to pretend to be calm and looked at this guy who couldn't let go.

"What a strange race."

Mo Wen said intimately that he had no sense of taste, and he thought everything was delicious, so he could only say that his taste was low.

"Don't you eat when you're abroad?"

Looking at him, it was like watching a show. Mo Wen couldn't help but put down his chopsticks and asked.

"Eat."

"But the steak salad there is not as delicious as the Chinese food."

“Huaxia is such a wonderful place.”

Xiaolun responded hurriedly, seeing Mo Wen put down his chopsticks, he thought Mo Wen would not eat anymore, so he picked up the plate and swallowed it like a puppy.

Even the seasonings that were difficult to swallow were hit by him.

"oh."

“Really delicious?”

Mo Wen has doubts about his own perception.

“It’s really delicious.”

"But I have no money."

"I saw that the skewers outside were delicious, so I wanted to try them."

He took out more than ten 50 cents of notes in his pocket, and Xiaolun became a bitter face again.

"It's delicious, it's too expensive."

"When will I have a satisfying meal?"

He shook his head bitterly.

"hehe."

Don't bother to explain, just think he is a fool.

It’s better to be a little beggar if you take a photo with 50 cents.

Who knows that he likes to do such things?

I guess it feels very comfortable to be hugged by a beautiful woman.

"When you wait, you really convinced me."

"I'll treat you to a skewer."

Mo Wen said again.

"Really?"

"I promise to satisfy you!"

"Leave me any rough and tiring work in the future."

Xiaolun was so happy that he couldn't find Bei anymore.

"certainly."

"In addition to the skewers, there are many other better foods in China."

"Have you eaten hot pot?"

"That's delicious in the world."

Seeing that he fell into the trap, Mo Wen's second wave of offensive began again.

"Uh-huh."

"I think your exterior wall is a bit dirty."

"I'll clean it for you later."

Xiaolun nodded as if he was pecking at the rice.

It made no one catcher.

The best way to catch a foodie is to catch his stomach. This blood clan is actually a foodie.

A guy who doesn't like blood and likes Chinese food.

I don’t know if it should be said that the Chinese food is too delicious or that he is too stupid.

Watching him jumping up and down the wall and carefully wiping every place with a small handkerchief, Mo Wen really didn't know what was in his head.

If you have this energy, go to the construction site to move bricks well for a few days, can you treat yourself to eat?

He said he was noble, but he made himself dirty again.

He said he was not noble, but he was a blood clan who thought he was noble and would rather betray the person who was not working.
To be continued...