My love with the school grass

Chapter 343 Do you know how difficult this is?
"Huh?" The sudden question made Chi Mumu confused for a few seconds.

Then it suddenly occurred to me that the porridge was still cooking in the pot, and there was a burnt smell in the kitchen at some point!

Chi Mumu was so frightened that he threw away the lunch box, hurried to the stove, and reached out to grab the lid without thinking!
As a result, the lid of the pot was too hot, Chi Mumu screamed and threw the lid away reflexively. The lid instantly hit her feet, followed by another scream!
But Chi Mumu didn't care about herself. Through the misty air, she saw sadly that the porridge in the rice cooker was not porridge at all, but wandering between rice and porridge...

Failed again!

Facing the fact that the rice in the pot is not rice, and the porridge is not porridge, Chi Mumu felt a sense of frustration spontaneously.

In the curling heat, the smell of paste surrounds her body.

Chi Mumu pursed her lips, with a helpless and frustrated face, until the man came to her and unplugged the rice cooker, she came back to her senses, gave Leng Rongsheng a sorry look, and then lowered her head again.

"Wow, what is this thing? There are three colors. Do you know how difficult it is to make this?"

Chi Mumu couldn't help picking his fingers, puffing his cheeks in aggrieved way, this guy is going to start laughing at her again...

But the ridicule is just a direct ridicule, and now it has been changed to an indirect ridicule, it sounds like she is praising her...

Leng Rongsheng stood behind Chi Mumu, stretching his neck to look at the contents of the pot.

He tried his best to hold back his laughter, and said in a serious tone: "I wanted to do this before, but I didn't succeed. I didn't expect you to do it so easily."

When Chi Mumu heard this, he felt a little strange.

No, these words seem to be really praising her!
She looked up at Leng Rongsheng who stretched out from above her head, and asked suspiciously: "Really? Do you really think so?"

Leng Rongsheng looked down at Chi Mumu, then looked at the porridge in the pot as if nothing had happened, and said, "It's no good to lie to you."

As he spoke, he turned around and opened the cupboard door, and took out the bowl and spoon to serve the porridge.

Seeing this, Chi Mumu was startled, and quickly stretched out his hand to stop him, yelling in a panic: "Hey, hey! Don't! I advise you better not to eat it. I can't save you if something goes wrong with it! "

However, Leng Rongsheng directly ignored Chi Mumu's obstruction, he took out a little porridge and put it in a bowl, then scooped it up with a spoon and tasted it.

Even the taste is decent...

Leng Rongsheng was secretly surprised, then looked at Chi Mumu who was staring at him nervously, and laughed.

"not bad."

"Really?"

Chi Mumu was also dumbfounded. Her pot of porridge was said to be pretty good, and it came from the mouth of the naughty young master Leng!
Leng Rongsheng raised the corners of his lips and nodded, and directly scooped up a spoonful and handed it to Chi Mumu for her to taste.

Chi Mumu didn't think too much, just lowered his head and drank the porridge, frowning for a few seconds, his eyes lit up: "It's true! The rice I cook is really edible!"

Chi Mumu was as happy as a child, and even grabbed Leng Rongsheng and jumped up and down happily.

It's just that after the dance, when she saw the spoon held by Leng Rongsheng's slender fingers, her smile froze on her face, then she glanced at Leng Rongsheng quickly, and lowered her eyelids in embarrassment.

Both she and him didn't notice that when they tasted the porridge, they used the same spoon. Isn't this another indirect...

The frequency of the two of them is really high...

"You hurt your leg again?"

Just as Chi Mumu was thinking in embarrassment, the man suddenly asked.

(End of this chapter)