However, after entering her room, a certain little woman who was pretending to be angry couldn't help but cover her slightly swollen lips, and laughed foolishly.
…
At dinner time, Li Xiaomo entered Mo Sen's room with a bowl of porridge.
"Get up, get up and eat quickly!"
She put the porridge on the bedside table and pulled Moson up without being too rough.
"Oh! I just fell asleep!" Mo Sen's voice was slightly coquettish.
"Eat and then sleep. You haven't eaten anything all day!" Li Xiaomo handed the porridge to Mo Sen, "Eat! I made it specially!"
"Specially?" Moson, who was about to reach out and take the bowl, suddenly froze.
On purpose? It reminded him of the late-night snack she specially cooked for her last time. The smell - disgusting!
"What are you doing! Why do you still dislike me when I cook for you?" Her family doesn't receive this kind of treatment every day! What if this kid is not grateful, but he still has the nerve to pretend that he has seen a ghost?
"I...hehe, the porridge is too hot, I'll eat it later!" Mo Sen smirked: "Little pepper, you go downstairs to eat first, and come back when you're full!"
"The food downstairs isn't ready yet! I'll go down and eat when you finish eating!"
Li Xiaomo smiled sweetly, nuzzled her chin, and motioned for Mo Sen to take the bowl.
"Haha." It's hard to refuse such kindness!
Mo Sen slowly stretched out his hand. As soon as his hand touched the edge of the bowl, he immediately dropped it again, "Ouch! My hands are so sore! I don't have the strength to hold the bowl!"
He met Li Xiaomo's dark eyes innocently: "How about you put it here first! Wait until my hands are not sore before eating it!"
I'll dump it after you leave!
"Your hands are sore?" Li Xiaomo frowned and looked at Mo Sen suspiciously. Seeing that he didn't seem to be faking, she sighed, "Oh! Forget it! I'll feed you!"
"Ah?" Mo Sen was a little flattered! However, when his eyes saw the bowl of porridge, he swallowed his saliva. "Better not! I'll feel bad if I tire you out!"
Poof!
Li Xiaomo couldn't help but laugh.
This guy is probably afraid that this bowl of clear porridge will be as unpalatable as the last bowl of clear soup noodles?
Knowing why Mo Sen refused, how could Li Xiaomo, who likes pranks, tell him that this bowl of porridge is absolutely safe?
Haha! This is a rare opportunity. If we don’t deal with this deceit properly, then she won’t be a ghost girl!
Li Xiaomo smiled evilly in his heart, but with a hurt expression on his face: "Deng Tuzi, you don't like the porridge I made, right?"
"Well……"
"I know, my cooking skills are really bad. Growing up, except for the time I went into the kitchen to make you clear soup noodles, I have never been in the kitchen. Although I don't know what sugar is and what is
Salt, but don’t worry, I just added both for safety reasons! Don’t worry, this porridge will definitely not be tasteless!”
Li Xiaomo nodded fiercely sincerely.
Mo Sen's stiff face kept twitching - he had both! Wouldn't it have the same taste as the last night snack?
vomit!
Just thinking about it made him want to spit it out!
Li Xiaomo blinked and looked at Mo Sen's dramatic expression with hurt: "Mo Sen, do you dislike me? Alas! It's the first time in my life that I wanted to cook for someone, but I was rejected. Alas! I
Don’t ever enter the kitchen again. Aren’t I just embarrassing myself..."
She put the bowl on the bedside table extremely "sadly" and stood up with a sigh.
"Hey! Little Pepper, don't go! Don't go! I, I...!"