To be honest, they originally thought that Jiang Nanyan would burn the rice, but to their surprise, not only did it not happen, but the rice was also steamed very fragrantly.
This made Mo Yong and Wu Yu look forward to Jiang Nanyan's dishes.
However, they had just raised the chopsticks in their hands and before they had time to stretch them out, Huangfulian glanced at her again with a sharp look, which made them tremble all over. As if struck by lightning, they retracted their hands and immersed themselves in picking cabbage again.
, I no longer dare to look at the dishes on the plate, and secretly burst into tears over the lasagna.
Woohoo... There are so many dishes on the table, Wang, you can't finish them all by yourself, why do you want to monopolize them...
Even if Miss Jiang did it, there’s no need to be so stingy![
Mo Yong and Wu Yu wept silently in their hearts.
After being glared at by Huangfulian twice, Mo Yong and Wu Yu knew that even if they sat at the dinner table for another hundred years, they would never be able to eat the dishes cooked by Miss Jiang.
So, enduring the pain of not having food, he finished the rice in the bowl in a few licks, barely filling his stomach, and then, on the pretext that there was still something unfinished, he quickly grabbed his things and slipped into another room.
"You..." Jiang Nanyan still wanted to speak, but Mo Yong and the others had already entered the room and closed the door!
With no other choice, Jiang Nanyan had no choice but to turn around and ask Huangfulian, "What's wrong with them? Do they not like the food I made?"