นักเขียน: Liaowumian เครื่องแปลภาษา
Mo Lichuan died and took medicine.
But the fever hasn't completely gone down yet.
He was wearing a shirt taped to her back.
Lu Huanzi felt as if she were leaning on a soldering iron.
Lu Huanzi gently pushed him: "not to eat porridge? Let go of me first. "
Mo Lichuan did not let go at all, but even tighter: "Do not let go, is your own door. "
Lu Huanzi felt speechless.
Even if she came to us, it doesn't mean anything.
Lu Huanzi said, "aren't you hungry? "
Mo Lichuan is the direct hand of Lu Huanzi's bowl to take down.
The kiss was already in her ear. "I'm hungry, but that's not what I want to eat. "
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Lu Huanzi looked at the ceiling.
Then looked at the side of the person's face, only feel very depressed.
I haven't even had a bite of the porridge I've been cooking for so long.
Lu Huanzi slightly moved, only feel the waist acid of the fierce.
She was clearly a patient, but why was her physical strength still so good.
Lu Huanzi was really tired and fell asleep in a daze.
When she woke up, there was no one beside her.
Lu Huanzi was puzzled.
She quickly got up.
After searching for a long time, she finally found Mo Lichuan in the kitchen.
When Lu Huanzi saw Mo Lichuan, she was almost stunned.
Because Mr. Mo, who had always been aloof from worldly affairs, was now making breakfast.
She heard the sound of the door.
Mo Lichuan turned around.
He saw Lu Huanzi standing at the door.
He frowned and said, "go to your room and put on your shoes. Then come over for breakfast. "
Lu Huanzi lowered her head.
Sure enough, she was in a hurry and forgot to put on her shoes.
It was not Lu Huanzi who was shocked by the scene in front of her.
Because Mr. Mo was still wearing a pink apron that she had asked Chen Shui to buy yesterday.
For a moment, she thought that this world was magical.
Lu Huanzi went back to her room, put on her shoes and changed her clothes.
When she entered the restaurant again.
Mr. Mo had already prepared breakfast and placed it on the dining table.
Mr. Mo had actually cooked mushroom and chicken porridge for the whole night.
Lu Huanzi didn't even know when he made the chicken soup.
There was also fried egg and Ham.
It was simply a combination of Chinese and Western.
Lu Huanzi was really stunned.
She raised her head and looked at Mr. Mo in disbelief.
Then she said, "so you really know how to cook? "
Last time on the set.
Mr. Mo barged into her room in the middle of the night and insisted on eating beef dumplings.
Lu Huanzi made it for him.
At that time, Mr. Mo was in a good mood and actually said, "I'll cook for you next time. "
Lu Huanzi only thought that this next time would probably be in her next life.
But she did not expect to have the honor of seeing Mr. Mo personally cook so soon.
It was simply unbelievable.
Mo Lichuan looked at Lu Huanzi's expression as if she had swallowed an egg and felt that it was a little funny. He said, "is it so strange that I can cook? "