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Chapter 40 [041] Is it washing or throwing
"In that case, I can't force it."

Tang Mogu black line again, you really treat guests well, my god!

After she finished slandering, she looked around for a place to stay. After searching for a long time, she found that there was no place to sit except the floor. Tang Mogu could only lean against the door and look at Mo Yan with resentful eyes.

"Are you hungry?" Perhaps it was her resentful eyes that caught Mo Yan's attention. After watching TV for a while, Mo Yan finally turned around and asked Tang Mogu who was still standing at the door.

"Hey, I'm a little hungry."

Tang Mogu is the kind of person who would rather lose face than starve, so when Mo Yan asked her if she was hungry, she still admitted it shamelessly.

The corners of Mo Yan's lips twitched slightly after hearing this: "There are ingredients in the kitchen, go and cook something!"

Let her cook something!
Tang Mogu's jaw dropped to the ground. Normally speaking, not all men would say "Let me cook something for you!"

How could this man be so... nasty.

"I don't know how to cook." As if seeing Tang Mogu's question, Mo Yan explained.

The problem is that she can't cook either!Tang Mogu wanted to cry, but seeing Mo Yan's leisurely attitude, he suddenly felt that she was caught by a strong man to cook.

"But I can't cook either." She finally said what she wanted to say the most.

"As long as people can eat it."

"..." Such a strong stomach!

Although the content was very tortuous, Mo Yan's goal was achieved. Tang Mogu told himself over and over again that he could do whatever he wanted, and walked into the kitchen resignedly, while Mo Yan was still watching TV in the living room like a gentleman.

Poor Tang Mogu was served by his parents since he was a child. Even after he went to college, he ate in cafeterias and restaurants. The first time he cooked, he was caught by Mo Yan.

It was really a... evil fate.

This is tomato, cucumber, parsley, beef... Tang Mogu felt melancholy seeing so many ingredients.

Should it be boiled?Or cook in oil?So many varieties, just cook it in one pot!After thinking about it, Tang Mogu started to wash vegetables and dishes.

"Crack" a plate fell to the ground.

"Crack...crack" the two plates fell to the ground.

The sound of plates colliding with the ground was extremely ear-piercing in the kitchen, and even echoed continuously in the living room.

Hearing the voice, Mo Yan shook his head helplessly and walked into the kitchen.Tang Mogu was washing the dishes, and the kitchen was full of foam due to too much dish soap, but his expression seemed to be very excited.

Mo Yan, who was leaning on the door frame, looked at Tang Mogu who was so excited.

"Brother, washing dishes is fun."

"..."

"Pa..." Another one fell.

"It was an accident." Tang Mogu explained awkwardly.

"..."

Miss, this kind of accident happened four or five times, right?
"Don't wash it."

Mo Yan who walked in without knowing when suddenly covered Tang Mogu's foamy hands with his right hand.Mo Gu blushed slightly, and Mo Yan's warm palm touched the back of his hand, which held a smooth plate.

Realizing what the two of them were doing, Mo Gu hastily withdrew his held hand.

"Crack," fell to the ground again.

Looking at the broken ceramics, Mo Yan became more and more helpless, it was really a headache, and then he squatted on the ground to pick up the pieces.

Seeing this, Mo Gu didn't intend to throw the plate anymore, wiped his hands, and quickly squatted down to show his courtesy.

"Don't move, or you'll cut your hand." His voice was flat, but he could hear his undisguised concern.

Mo Yan's words made her feel warm, Tang Mogu withdrew his hand resentfully, stood at attention, and was a good student.

(End of this chapter)