Rebirth: National Crown Prince

But the final result slapped him hard. This guy really ate it, and it was too delicious.

After the success, Feng Lin thought that he would no longer have to order takeout. Who knew that this guy looked disgusted at that time: "I didn't make it for you to eat."

"Then who are you cooking for?" Feng Lin blurted out.

Mo Yu didn't answer, and turned around and left as if he was ignoring Feng Lin.

Every time Feng Lin thought about this incident, he felt that he had lost a lot of money and helped others taste it, but he had not gained any benefit at all.

Therefore, he must drink a few more bowls for this breakfast.

"You're going out today!" Because Feng Lin saw that Mo Yu was wearing serious clothes today, and even his shoes had been changed.

Mo Yu was noncommittal. He looked at the battery of his mobile phone and found that it was already charged to 75%, which should be enough for him to use outside today.

Feng Lin knew that Mo Yu had acquiesced. He seemed to have remembered something, and said a little maliciously: "Is your old sweetheart here?"

Hearing the words "old friend, good old friend", Mo Yu's fingertips paused slightly, then he raised his eyes and glanced at Feng Lin, who was smiling a bit mischievously, and saw him humming as a matter of course.

Feng Lin was stunned.

Grass!

His ears are hallucinating!

This guy actually admitted that he had an old flame!

"When did you have an old sweetheart? What does she look like? Where is her home? What's her figure like? What's her personality like? Does she like you?" Feng Lin kept asking questions as if opening up the conversation.

Mo Yu half-squinted his phoenix eyes and looked at the excited and curious man. He said noble and coldly: "You don't need to know this."

With that said, the man stood up.

The more this happened, the more Feng Lin couldn't hide his curiosity. He must know that he was really interested in that old friend who could make Mo Yu like him.

Feng Lin, who guessed what Mo Yu might be doing when he went out today, finished his porridge in a hurry and planned to find out.

Mo Yu seemed to understand Feng Lin's thoughts. He said in a light voice: "The dishes are washed."

Feng Lin disagreed: "Just put it there."

The man's eyes darkened, and Feng Lin hesitated for a moment, "Okay, okay, I'll do it."

Mo Yu put the power bank and mobile phone into his pocket and opened the door. Unexpectedly, a petite figure appeared in front of him.

"Brother Feng Lin!" Mo Siyao didn't even take a closer look at the person and rushed towards him.

On one side of Mo Yu's body, Mo Si Yao fell to the floor in the room, causing Mo Si Yao to scream in pain.

"Ouch! Feng Lin, why don't you follow me!" Mo Siyao said dissatisfied.

She stood up with a grin and stared at the man wearing a hat in front of the door.

The man's figure was tall and slender, his black sweater was neither too long nor too short, and his legs were long and straight, which made Mo Siyao feel inexplicably.

"Mo...yao?" Mo Siyao, who Feng Lin almost blurted out, changed his words in time.

"Brother Feng Rin!" Mo Siyao's eyes lit up, and she rushed towards Feng Rin without a long memory.

Feng Lin subconsciously wanted to hide away, maybe because he was afraid of the girl getting hurt, but he finally caught Mo Siyao who threw herself into his arms with a look of helplessness on his face.

Feng Lin forgot about Mo Siyao again, my God! If I had known better, I shouldn't have messed with this clingy guy in the first place.

The pair of phoenix eyes under the brim of the hat were blurry and could not be seen clearly, but Mo Yu glanced at Mo Siyao lightly, not as hostile as yesterday.

He did not forget that his surname was Mo, and the ink used for ink painting was not Mo Si's ink, so the people in the Mo Si family had nothing to do with him.