When Yang Mufan heard this, he sneered immediately: "Cook a big meal?! Mu Wanqing, do you really think that you are a good cook and the dishes you make are delicious?! It is fatally tempting to me, or Lethality?!"

Mu Wanqing blinked her lovely big eyes, and asked in confusion: "Mu Fan, what do you mean by that?! It means: Is the food I cook particularly unpalatable?! But it's not right, when you and Wei Zhehan, in order to eat the bento I made, he obviously robbed his head and blood!"

If it's not delicious, why are they still grabbing it? !

The scene of that day is still fresh in her memory, it can be described as: shocking the world, weeping ghosts and gods, flying sand and walking stones, the sun and the moon are dark...

Of course, the result, self-evident, is absolutely: horrible to see and shocking.

When Yang Mufan heard this, his head was full of black lines, and he roared angrily: "Mu Wanqing, can you stop talking about that matter?! Sometimes, I really want to know: Do you have any brains? The question is, is the healing power of self-hypnosis too strong?! You don’t know whether the food you cook is good or not, and you don’t know if you taste it before making a conclusion?!”

In fact, he thinks that Mu Wanqing either has weird taste, or her tongue has lost her sense of taste.

If not, why is she so complacent after so many years with such an unpalatable bento? !

Is it because he and Wei Zhehan are fighting over food? !

Will it be too brainless? !Does one's own strength have to be determined by the reactions of others? !

Mu Wanqing was a little displeased when she heard Yang Mufan's words. She squinted at him, then pouted her small mouth, moaning like a mosquito, and muttered quietly: "If it doesn't taste good, it won't taste good. Why are you attacking me personally?" ?! My brain is normal, there is no problem at all, but you have a problem with your brain!"

Since it was difficult to swallow, but still ate it, whose brain is wrong? !

"Mu Wanqing, say it again if you have the ability!!" Yang Mufan said coldly with a hoarse and magnetic voice.

Mu Wanqing was shocked by his cold voice. She first glanced at him resentfully, and then said softly, "I'm not that stupid!"

Say it the second time, isn't it suicide? !She dared to guarantee that, once again, the tyrant who admired Fan would chop her to pieces on the spot, leaving her dead without a whole body.

"..." Yang Mufan was too lazy to talk nonsense with her, so he snorted coldly, turned and walked into the room.

When Mu Wanqing saw it, she became anxious and said loudly: "Yang Mofan, you don't feel pain in your back when you stand and talk, and you always dislike my cooking here is not good, and the cooking there is bad, maybe you are not as good as me. "

"Provocative method?!" Yang Mufan took out his coat, was silent for a moment, and murmured leisurely, "It's useless to me."

Mu Wanqing pursed her lips, and carefully glanced at Fan Junmei's handsome face, seeing that he showed no signs of anger, she continued her efforts:

"You just cook super bad food, and then deliberately find a bone in the egg, and beat me at the same time, so as to find the balance in your heart!"

"Admiring Fan, just admit it. Since you were a child, you have been self-righteous and arrogant, thinking that you are the sun, the moon, and the ruler, and everything you do and say is correct without any flaws, and it can't be more perfect. The true meaning of perfection, it’s over, you can’t see others are better than you, better than you, and they love to hold grudges, if you sum it up in twelve words, it just happens to be 'sinister, narrow-minded, and small-minded'."

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