Deep Pampering: The Black Emperor's Bone Erosion Lingering

"Oh, I'm going to get something to eat, there are still ingredients in the refrigerator. I will make a lot of delicious food..." Chang Chang just finished speaking proudly, when his mind froze, and he seemed to think of something, then hesitated not to enter the kitchen , and then said uncertainly: "I don't know how to cook, I'll go downstairs and buy you something to eat."

"Women can't cook, what do you call a woman?" Chang Mian raised her eyebrows and pointed to the kitchen: "Let's not talk about whether it's delicious or not, go get me something to eat, it's just you, don't try to be lazy .”

"What if it tastes bad?" Shangshang knew that his cooking skills were not to his liking.

Chang Mian rubbed his stomach: "When I was the most hungry, I even ate roasted mice. You can make something worse than roasted mice. You are also a genius."

When Changshang heard the words, he almost spit out.

Roast rat?He had roast rats?

Changshang touched her lips, she was actually kissed by a mouth that had eaten "roasted mice", she vomit... went straight to the kitchen, she was about to vomit.

Chang Mian jumped out almost out of breath, took the pillow and threw it in the direction where she disappeared.

What's so special about roast mice?How many kebabs are made of rat meat now?Chang Mian didn't take it seriously. When he was in the field survival training of the special forces, he had to fight without food for several days and nights. Let alone mice, even caterpillars were delicious proteins in his eyes. Forget it , lest someone throw up again.

However, Shangshang is still not at ease about her cooking skills.

In fact, it wasn't that he was worried about his cooking skills, but that his cooking skills did not meet his appetite.

She was busy in the kitchen alone, cooking a few dishes meticulously.

Even humming a ditty.

When the dishes were ready, she saw Chang Mian sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed, staring at the TV in front of her, watching the football game vigorously.

"Chang Mian, it's done."

"Bring it here." Chang Mian was fascinated by watching the football game, and he didn't want to go to the dining table to eat, so Chang Chang simply moved all the food to the coffee table, filled it for him and stuffed it into his hand.

Then he served himself another bowl.

Chang Mian gave her a rewarding kiss, then cooled her down again, and stared at the TV without blinking while eating.

At first, Changshang was worried that he didn't eat well, but in the end, he focused all his attention on the game, and didn't even frown when he ate anything. She was secretly relieved. Xiao proudly asked him: "Is it delicious?"

"one more bowl."

She just knows it's delicious.

The little tail cocked up all of a sudden, and she filled another bowl for him, and when he finished eating, she asked again, "Is it delicious?"

It happened to be the halftime break of the game, so Chang Mian thought about it miserly: "I didn't pay attention to whether it was good or not, but the game is pretty good."

"..."! ! ! ! ! !

It turned out that he was too engrossed in watching the football game. I'm afraid he would be able to swallow it even if he was offered pig food, right?

The little face that was proud of waiting for a few words of praise sank, and Shang Chang went to clean up the dishes in discouragement.

When Chang Mian waited for her to return to the kitchen, the corner of her mouth curled up into a naughty smile.

In fact, it still doesn't suit his appetite. She probably can only serve his other stomach. She can't serve this stomach. Although he has eaten rat meat, it doesn't mean he doesn't have a good mouth. That's the emperor's stomach, not the imperial chef's It's hard to wait!

At this moment, Chang Mian's mobile phone on the table rang pleasantly. Chang Mian squinted her eyes, and immediately called someone over: "Xin Changshang, come and answer the phone."