The eSports King’s Crush

Feng Nai didn't think too much this time.

After listening to his brother's words, he simply didn't want to leave someone alone.

The person who hesitated was Mo Bei.

Look at the man's slightly bent waist and leaning head.

The hair quality is so good that it makes people want to reach out and touch it.

After Mo Bei restrained such thoughts, he hooked up the apron and put it on Feng Nai's neck.

But then, it is inevitable that the distance between the two people will become very close.

Feng Nai didn't expect to be so close. When he raised his eyes, his forehead touched Mo Bei's. Their breaths were touching, and even their breaths were filled with the other person's breath.

It's a meal for both of them.

Then, Feng Nai smiled, which was somewhat charming. It seemed that wearing an apron would happen more often in the future.

Mo Bei was calm after all. He ignored that his heartbeat had skipped a beat just now, and Qing Juan pulled away with a face on his face.

Don't know when it started.

Something was starting to get beyond her control.

Mo Bei knew that this was not a good sign.

It's time to stop.

She told herself that she couldn't go on like this.

Mo Bei looked away, focusing most of his attention on adjusting the sauce.

It's been like this from the beginning.

In addition to playing games, cooking can also stabilize her mood.

The sesame sauce is paired with the white sugar soy milk, and after stirring, a better aroma will come out.

Such a familiar smell really calmed Mo Bei's heart a lot.

Three people, two older and one younger, ate the shabu-shabu in a hot pot. The more they ate, the more delicious it became.

The broth is the bottom, there is no spicy red oil.

There were about six or seven plates of various sizes on the table.

After putting Mobei's special sesame sauce in a porcelain white bowl, take a chopstick of mutton from the stock pot and add a few drops of chili oil. The mouth will be filled with fragrance. After chewing it a few times, the aroma of the mutton will be absorbed. When it hits the base of the tongue, the sauce still has a slightly sweet aftertaste, and it's so delicious that you can't wait to pick up a second chopstick immediately.

In the past, Feng Nai would dislike the fishy smell of mutton, so today he ate more than anyone else.

Xiao Nailin even sweated a lot.

The trendy little Liuhai was a little deformed because his forehead was sweaty from eating, but it didn't affect his cuteness at all.

Mo Bei originally thought they couldn't finish the three bags of mutton, but later found out that she seemed to have underestimated the fighting power of the big and small, and added some vegetables and noodles into the soup stock.

If there are any changes.

In the past, when Young Master Feng came, Mo Bei asked him to wash the dishes.

Now Young Master Feng has automatically cleared the desktop.

But my mysophobia has not improved at all, and I have to wear a pair of transparent gloves.

This was the first time Mo Bei saw someone washing dishes as if they were taking a poster.

Under the slightly rolled shirt sleeves are the forearms with distinct texture.

Probably this person has such an aura.

Just stand there, even if you're washing the dishes.

They are all handsome like movie stars.

No wonder his fans call him a comic striper.

The so-called comic-tearing man, as the name suggests, is a man who tears up comic books and walks out of them.

Mo Bei realized that his attention was once again on a certain great god, and his eyes darkened.

In addition, Xiao Nailin didn't know what happened this time, but she didn't want to stay overnight. After dinner, she obediently allowed the driver to pick her up.

As a result, she and Feng Nai were once again the only two people left in the room.

It was nothing before, but now, Mo Bei raised his eyes and glanced at the man's profile...