When Yang Mufan heard this, he immediately sneered: "Cooking a big meal?! Mu Wanqing, do you really think that your cooking skills are so good that the dishes you cook are delicious?! Are you fatally attracted to me, or are you?
Lethality?!”
Mu Wanqing blinked her cute big eyes and asked in confusion: "Mu Fan, what do you mean by this?! Does it mean: Is the food I cook particularly unpalatable?! But that's not right. You and Wei
Zhehan, you obviously fought hard to eat the bento I made!"
If it doesn't taste good, why are they still grabbing it?!
The scene of that day is still fresh in her memory. It can be described as: shocking the world, weeping ghosts and gods, flying sand and stones, the sun and the moon lacked light...
Of course, the result, self-evidently, is definitely: horrific and shocking.
When Yang Mufan heard this, his head was full of black threads, and he roared angrily: "Mu Wanqing, can you stop talking about that incident?! Sometimes, I really want to know: Do you have any brains?
The problem is, is the healing power of self-hypnosis too strong?! You don’t know whether the food you cook is delicious or not, you have to taste it first before making a conclusion?!"
In fact, he thought that Mu Wanqing either had weird taste or her tongue had lost its sense of taste.
If not, why is she so complacent after so many years with such an unpalatable bento?!
Is it because he and Wei Zhehan are fighting over each other to eat?!
Isn’t it too brainless?! Does your own strength have to be determined by other people’s reactions?!
After hearing Yang Mufan's words, Mu Wanqing became a little unhappy. She glanced at him sideways, then pouted her small mouth, as slim as a mosquito, and murmured quietly: "If it doesn't taste good, it won't taste good. Why are you attacking me personally?"
?!My brain is normal and there is nothing wrong with it at all, but there must be something wrong with your brain!"
Since it’s hard to swallow, but you still eat it, who has something wrong with your brain?!
"Mu Wanqing, say it again if you have the guts!!" admired Mu Fan's hoarse magnetic voice and said coldly.
Mu Wanqing's cold voice made her whole body tremble. She glanced at him with resentment, and then said softly: "I'm not that stupid!"
Saying it a second time, isn't it asking for death? She dares to guarantee that once again, Yang Mufan, a tyrant, will chop her into pieces on the spot, leaving no intact body.
"..." Yang Mufan was too lazy to talk nonsense with her, snorted coldly, turned around and walked back into the house.
When Mu Wanqing saw it, she felt anxious and said loudly: "Yang Mufan, you don't feel pain in your back when you stand and talk, but you keep criticizing me for the bad food here and the bad food there. Maybe you are not as good as me."
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"How to provoke generals?!" Yang Mufan took out his coat, was silent for a moment, and muttered leisurely, "It's useless to me."
Mu Wanqing pursed her lips and carefully glanced at Yan Mufan's handsome face. Seeing that he showed no sign of anger, she continued:
"You just make super unpalatable food, and then you deliberately find faults in the eggs to hit me and find your inner balance at the same time!"
"I admire Fan, just admit it. Ever since you were a child, you have been self-righteous and arrogant. You think you are the sun, the moon, and the ruler. Everything you do and say is correct without any flaws and perfect.
The true meaning of perfection, after all, you still can't see others being better than you, better than you, and especially love to hold grudges. To sum it up in twelve words, it is exactly 'evil in heart, narrow-minded, and small-minded'."
