my gambling boyfriend

Chapter 69
When two plates of delicious pasta were served on the crystal table in the restaurant, Lan Mo still couldn't believe it.

Guan Zichen actually made spaghetti, and the color seemed to be better than hers. Sitting opposite each other, Guan Zichen was obviously extremely proud.

Lan Mo always ate alone in her home, and suddenly there was an extra person across from her, which really made her not used to it.

"How is it? The preliminary results of the genius have been revealed to you?"

Lan Mo curled her lips, poured herself a glass of orange juice, and slowly rolled up the noodles with a fork.

"Hey, why don't you have mine? Do you want to exchange it with me? It's definitely better than yours." Guan Zichen showed off his noodles, and took a sip of the orange juice in front of her with some displeasure.

Lan Mo's slowness disappeared directly, and the fork he picked up resisted so much that he didn't throw it on the person opposite.

"I told you to do it yourself, and yours looks good, who knows if you can eat it?" Maybe he put a lot of sugar or salt?
She looked down, pushed the orange juice in front of him with some disgust, and poured another glass for herself.

Guan Zichen still didn't give up talking about his cooking skills, and he tasted it, and it was delicious. When Lan Mo came back, he quickly picked up a fork and moved it in front of her.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Lan Mo stared at the noodles, depressed.

"Open your mouth! The most handsome man in Yecheng feeds you something he cooks, you should feel happy." Guan Zichen moved the noodles closer, almost touching Lan Mo's lips.

"Don't make me angry, okay? You want to make me lose my appetite! Hey——" Lan Mo was speechless, and was forcibly fed for the first time in her life.

Guan Zichen, this smelly man, is he too domineering?

She looked at his smirking face angrily, wanted to vomit but couldn't help chewing, and had to say that his cooking was really delicious, even better than the restaurants outside.

Of course, it surpassed her, but if she really said it, a certain arrogant and narcissistic person would probably fly into the sky.

"How is it? Is it delicious?" Guan Zichen asked, with anticipation in his eyes. After all, it was the first time in his life to cook, and he didn't even think that he would have a day to cook.

(End of this chapter)