A whole roasted pig soon entered the stomachs of Ye Lin and Mo Qing, and both of them ate their stomachs until they were chubby.
The crispy and slightly spicy roast pig made both of them want to bite off their tongues and eat it.
When they were halfway through the meal, both of them had thrown away all etiquette and consideration. They were fighting for it as if they were fighting for it. They gnawed in their mouths and reached for the second piece in their hands.
It was so fragrant, even if they were very full, if there was such a roast pig in front of them, both of them felt that they could still destroy it.
Caressing his round belly, Ye Lin wiped the oil stains from the corners of his mouth and looked at Mo Qing with a smile.
"How's it going? Is it delicious?"
Mo Qing nodded seriously. Now she seemed to have forgotten the embarrassment just now, and said happily: "It's really delicious. I have never eaten such delicious barbecue in my whole life."
Ye Lin grinned and burped.
If this rude behavior was normal, Mo Qing would definitely frown or even scold him.
But now, she just covered her mouth and chuckled.
Ye Lin's slight movement actually told her not to worry about some minor rudeness. People are always anxious and tired, so what does a burp mean?
"She taught me how to cook barbecue." Ye Lin said indifferently, looking very calm, but there was still a trace of helplessness and nostalgia deep in his eyes.
Love is something that, no matter how conscious you are, you cannot forget it just because you want to.
Ye Lin was already a very perseverant person, but he still couldn't completely forget Leng Meiying's issue.
"She? Leng Meiying? She still does this?" Mo Qing was confused at first, but after receiving Ye Lin's affirmative nod, Mo Qing became surprised.
In Mo Qing's impression, Leng Meiying was a beautiful woman who was so clean that even her jade fingers would not be stained with a trace of oil. How could she be a cook?
Fengwu Continent is very close to the ancient places where Leng Meiying lived. In terms of cooking, girls rarely participate.
Especially the eldest ladies from wealthy families don't know how to cook. They will only ask the kitchen to make delicious and beautiful pastries for them when they are hungry to satisfy their appetite.
In Mo Qing's eyes, Leng Meiying is such a rich lady.
As a young lady from the Marquis of Zhenguo, she must be able to stretch out her hands when she comes to wear clothes and open her mouth when she comes to eat.
Even if Leng Meiying is not liked by the Marquis of Zhenguo and is ostracized in the Marquis of Zhenguo, she knows some cooking skills and can make some food, but she shouldn't be able to make the roasted pig as delicious as Ye Lin's.
ah.
"Isn't it surprising? Haha, when she cooked our first meal, we had the same expression as you. We couldn't figure out how a girl as pure as ice and snow like her could cook?
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Having said this, Ye Lin couldn't help but smile bitterly, obviously still feeling very ridiculous about his original idea.
"A few of us even privately thought that what she made was like poison, and we were timid about it for a while. Le Bing also asked, if she made poison for us to eat, should we eat it? Or not?
How about eating well?"
Mo Qing also laughed. Looking at Ye Lin's serious look, she seemed to see through time, in a corner of the World of Warcraft Forest, Leng Meiying, dressed in white, flying up and down in front of a huge roast pig, busy.
