Di Shao snatches a kiss in the middle of the night: arresting his ex-wife

Yang Mufan frowned, and said in a hasty tone: "Mu Wanqing, come up, I'm not hungry at all, so I don't need you to help me prepare food."

Mu Wanqing held the phone between her ears and her shoulders, she didn't understand why he was so panicked all of a sudden

Could it be that she was afraid that she would poison the supper? !

Sure enough, it was really dark to admire Fan, the internal organs, every cell and every bone in the whole body exuded a thick black miasma.

"Just wait patiently, I'll be fine soon."

"Mu Wanqing, don't you understand what I'm talking about?! I'm telling you: don't do it, give it to me right away!" Admiral Fan gritted his teeth at these words.

"Mu Fan, don't worry, I won't poison you and murder you. My craftsmanship is good. Just stay calm and wait patiently. I'll take it upstairs soon. Don't follow me. You said, I'm too busy."

After finishing speaking, Mu Wanqing hung up the phone unceremoniously.

"Mu Wanqing..." Yang Mufan was trembling as she spoke to the phone.A woman who can't even tell the difference between salt, sugar, and monosodium glutamate, actually said...the craftsmanship is very good? !

Really good!

Last time, she cooked for him and made him a bento. The taste was simply... He will never forget it.

It's not just as simple as being unpalatable, it's unpalatable to death.

However, he couldn't figure it out: he and Wei Zhehan rushed to finish eating such an unpalatable bento.

The consequence of competing with Wei Zhehan for the bento is: Mu Wanqing was as happy as a flower, thinking that she had made super invincible and delicious food in the world; Three days, went to Half-Life.

Looking back on it now, he is... dead of regret.

If he had known that Mu Wanqing's black bento was so powerful, he should have been very humble, modest, and encouraged Wei Zhehan to eat it all up.If you have diarrhea for three days, you will lose half your life. If you eat the whole box, if you have diarrhea for six days, you will lose one life.

A box of lunch, killing a thorn in the side, what a... so satisfying thing.

His brain was showing off, and he competed with Wei Zhehan for food back then.

It's really stupid to grandma's house.

While waiting for Mu Wanqing to make supper, Yang Mufan was in a state of extreme anxiety.

She couldn't sit still anymore, and was just about to get out of bed to go downstairs to have a look, but who knows... Before her feet touched the slippers, the bedroom door was already pushed open by Mu Wanqing.

She was holding the tray, smiling until her eyes were narrowed into two slits, and admired Fan Fan, who had never seen anything in the world, felt inexplicably: aversion to cold.

He gasped: "Mu Wanqing, I'm suddenly very stuffed, I don't want to eat, you can eat."

Mu Wanqing carefully carried the tray, put it on the table beside her, and smiled grinningly: "You don't have to be polite to me..."

"I'm really not being polite to you!" Yang Mufan replied quickly.

"You are really too polite."

"I'm really not being too polite with you."

"Mu Fan, just eat a little bit. I just tried it and it tastes good. There are no ingredients in the refrigerator, just some eggs. I fried a few for you, and then made you a glass of milk." Mu Wan Qingjian admired that Fan Fan didn't intend to get out of bed to eat, and brought the tray over with great enthusiasm and consideration.

Yang Mufan held the tray and stared blankly at the plate. The fried egg was terribly black, burnt and mushy. His whole body trembled, and he seemed to see... the god of death.

He took the fork, poked it casually, and the corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably: "Mu Wanqing, this is what you call a delicacy?! It's fried like this, can it still be eaten?!"