The eSports King’s Crush

"Mo Nan?"

"It should be him. Just now, Maoda handed out a table of dishes, saying that it was cooked by his brother."

"I'm very calm about cooking, but this kind of knife skills made me cry when I was studying in a technical school."

"Don't cry, people upstairs. I've been peeling potatoes here for a year, and my knife skills are not as good as Brother Nan's."

"I'm the only one who thinks I can give God K a pink peach, and God K shows it off as a baby. Isn't this operation very loving? I'm shy."

"Token of love."

"Don't talk nonsense, I don't form a cp as a k-god, I just treat my support brother differently!"

"That's right, it means treating each other differently! For example, allowing the assistant brother to give himself a nickname, and others, hehe, give it a try, and you won't laugh at you with blood in your face."

"You forgot to mention that God K also brought his assistant brother to do interviews. He kept making people laugh and poke faces!"

"Sorry, there are too many incidents of treating others differently, I can't finish them all..."

After Feng Nai usually sends a message, he must hide it directly, but this time he replied lazily with four words: "How to store it?"

Suddenly, there was another explosion below.

Because he was returning to the girl who was studying in a technical school.

The girl was a little excited: "Ah, ah, did God K ask how to store peaches? The best way is to cover them with a layer of plastic wrap, cover them with a glass lid, and put them in the refrigerator. They won't be stored in a short time. Oxidized.”

Feng Nai: "Thank you."

"You're welcome! Happiness, happiness, is God K reluctant to eat the peach carved by my brother Nan for you?"

Feng Nai did not answer this question.

But even after asking about the storage method, I couldn’t bear to eat it, so what else could it be.

"Large dog slaughter site."

"This is nothing but a token of love, throw it away!"

"More sugar, I don't mind, really!"

Feng Nai stopped looking at his phone at this time. After getting the solution, he did it.

It’s also because of the hard work that those long and beautiful hands are not good at doing this kind of thing.

But one thing is, I don’t want to put it in the refrigerator.

He had never received anything made for him by anyone's own hands.

Shouldn't this kind of gift be placed by the bedside and glance at from time to time?

At the same time, Feng Nai was also telling himself.

That's enough.

Compare others.

He is special to someone too.

If you let someone know some of his previous thoughts.

Don't talk about these things, he probably won't share anything in the future.

It may even arouse disgust or incomprehension.

It seems that sometimes not getting what you ask for is not the most troublesome thing

But it was an impulse.

Nothing is left.

So be it.

Over there in Yunshen,

Just let her come less often.

It shouldn't be that unbearable.

After all, only by retreating to this point can he maintain his current relationship with someone.

Provided he can really hold it back.

Feng Nai leaned half-back, turned his hand sideways, and across the glass, his fingertips slowly slid across...

Another room.

After Mo Bei took a shower, he searched for this chef competition again, not to win the prize, but mainly to understand the competition system and time.

I didn't go to see the news from the base.

However, Feng Yi, as an agent, saw his nephew send such a message.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Then he smiled slowly.

In his opinion, his venomous nephew will not be "straight" for long...

"Uncle Feng, what are you laughing at?" Yun Shen glanced sideways.

Feng Yi took a sip of tea: "It's nothing, I just want to watch a show. Where is he?"

"Inside, there is still mourning for his little one." Yun Shen had just finished speaking.

Mo Nan, who had completed the transformation over there, came over...

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