Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 444 Pit Depth 092 Meter Gu Mind Control (9)
"Jiu'er?" He called again.

Mo Jiu said "Ah", and after realizing that he thought of Xiao Liulang again, he couldn't help but smile awkwardly, and said to him, "It's still early, why doesn't Dong Ji sleep a little longer?"

Dong Ji stood at the gate, watching her emotions, and slightly frowned.But for a moment, he smiled again.Behind him was the rising sun after the rain. The golden color seemed to cast a gentle light on him, making his expression softer.

"I'm afraid you're not used to it, so I'll help you."

Mo Jiu rolled up her sleeves and smiled sweetly, "No, I'm the most familiar person. All stoves in the world are the same. There are pots, shovels, and seasonings." He signaled to him, "The air in the yard is fresh, why don't you go and take a look around? I'll be fine here soon, and I'm determined not to touch a finger of yours today."

Dong Ji smiled lightly, nodded and left.

Mo Jiu heaved a long sigh of relief and concentrated on making food.

The Chrysanthemum Terrace has a lot of ingredients, which can be used by Zhu Mojiu, but the dream last night was too tiring, she was a little unable to cheer up, she just wanted to make some modern breakfasts that Dongji had never eaten before, and give him a taste That's fine.

Frying a few nutritious fruit cakes, she soaked soybeans and peanuts and sent them to the stone mill to grind the pulp, boiled a pot of thick peanut soy milk, made a black fungus with vinegar pepper, and fried a few more The tender yellow poached eggs, when the food is ready, put a freshly picked little yellow chrysanthemum on each plate, it will be pleasing to the eye.

Dong Ji sat down, his eyes lit up.

"This breakfast table is so beautiful, I am reluctant to eat it."

Mo Jiu glared at him, "Don't be ashamed of being a foodie, eat!"

Laughing softly, Dong Ji was no longer polite, held the chopsticks in his slender hands, picked up a piece of fruit cake, looked at the diced fruit in the cake over and over again, praised him, and bit it into his mouth, showing a satisfied look on his face joy.

"Fruit cakes have a unique flavor. How did Jiu'er come up with this idea?"

Where did she think of this?

Mo Jiu couldn't tell her about her past experiences and time-traveling, but only had a serious face, "Talent! Talent from a culinary master."

Her serious look made Dongji shake his head with a smile, and he didn't ask any more questions. He just tasted the food on the plate one by one, full of praise.

Mo Jiu, who is a cook, is naturally proud, especially these things are definitely not what Dong Ji usually eats. Seeing his surprised and satisfied expression, the sense of superiority of being a modern person is even stronger.Moreover, she has a kind of comfort that repays him.

After feeding Dongji's stomach, she made a request, "You know my identity. If I go to the Mohist meeting with you like this, it will definitely not be good. So I am going to dress up in disguise, and I hope you will keep it a secret for me."

Dong Ji's eyes flickered slightly, "Disguised?"

Mo Jiu showed some white teeth in a smile, "That's right, how about I pretend to be your bodyguard? Pretend to be a man."

Dong Ji frowned slightly, "My guards are not so short."

Mo Jiu patted his forehead and glared at him: "Okay, how about I pretend to be your maid? You wouldn't say that your maid is not as ugly as me, would you?"

Although this is a fact, the drunken beauty on her face has not faded, it is indeed not very elegant.But she didn't want these words to come out of Dong Ji's mouth, so she sealed his mouth first.

Dong Ji couldn't help laughing, "No matter what your disguise is, it's hard to hide your face." After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked, "Remember the Zhong Kui mask I used to play with last time?"

Of course Mo Jiu remembered, she almost scared her to death that night.She frowned, "It doesn't seem appropriate to have a Zhong Kui at the Mohist Convention, right? Besides, there is no such thin Zhong Kui as me, right?"

(End of this chapter)