President Hunting Love is too fierce

Ye Chuqing knew his taste very well, he was still used to western food.

"It's okay, I think it's interesting to try new flavors."

Mo Fengya smiled lightly, picked up the spoon gracefully, and tasted the porridge with preserved egg and lean meat.

"Well, not bad, very fragrant and smooth."

Ye Chuqing heard his admiration, but felt uncomfortable in her heart. She clearly frowned slightly when she saw him just now. [

He is obviously not used to eating, but he still eats with her.

"Don't eat it, I know you're not used to these tastes, even if you can't get used to it all at once." Ye Chuqing snatched his porridge sullenly.

Mo Fengya easily snatched it back from her hand: "Then do you like western food?"

"I don't like it, even if I have studied abroad, I don't like it." She has a very picky appetite.

She doesn't like Western food in particular. Eating Western food makes her feel guilty.

"We can't have half Chinese food and half Western food when we eat in the future! One party has to get used to the other's eating habits. Since you don't like Western food, let me get used to it!" Mo Fengya said as a matter of course.

Ye Chuqing's hand holding the spoon trembled, her nose almost ached.

Is it so easy to change the eating habits of twenty years?

That's why it is said that the country is easy to change and the nature is hard to change. Habits are actually the hardest thing to change.

But he actually wanted to do such a thing for her.

Because he knew that it was impossible for him to accommodate his eating habits, he could only accommodate himself.

"In the future, let the chef cook some Chinese and Western dishes. As long as they are not completely Western, I can eat them." She couldn't help but said.

Mo Fengya smiled inclusively: "Okay."

Ye Chuqing felt better now, picked up the quicksand and took a sip.

How does this smell...

"How about it, isn't this your favorite food?" Mo Fengya looked at her expectantly.

Ye Chuqing wondered: "Has our family changed the cook? Why is the taste so far from last time?"

A gloomy look flashed across Mo Fengya's eyes, he forced a smile and took the bowl in her hand: "I'll ask him to cook better next time, don't eat these."

It seems that what I have done is still not good enough. [

Originally thinking that what Si can do for her, he can do it himself, so he ventured into the kitchen this morning.

It almost caused a fire, so I made this thing to please her, but I didn't expect it to fail.

Seeing that his expression was not right, Ye Chuqing was suddenly blessed.

Suddenly remembered the burn on his hand when he put on his shoes for himself just now.