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Seeing that Ni Lehui took a sip, Yan Yaoshun didn't show any weird expression. Yan Yaoshun also scooped up a spoonful, imitating Ni Lehui's example, and blew it until it was cold. When it came to the taste, Yan Yaoshun was stunned for a moment, he couldn't tell what the taste was, it was weird, he had never tasted it before, he said it was bad, but it wasn't too bad, and he said it was good, but it wasn't too bad delicious.

"How is it? Does it taste good?" Ni Lehui added another sentence while biting the spoon and looking at Yan Yaoshun. "Hanhan likes to drink my soup the most."

"The taste is unique." Yan Yaoshun racked his brains to come up with what he thinks is suitable. It's not good to drink, but it's too bad to taste. Apart from being unique, he couldn't think of a better word.

"Of course, this is my unique recipe." Ni Lehui puffed out her chest proudly.

Yan Yaoshun was silent, she really rushed Gangzi online.

"Try the pasta I made." Ni Lehui urged, no matter how delicious the soup is, it is not the staple food, the staple food is this on the plate.

She wants to treat him well, she doesn't like to go into the kitchen, she was forced to do nothing before, she left a deep shadow in the kitchen, Yan Yaoshun will take care of her stomach, now she can eat without going into the kitchen, Today was the first time I entered the kitchen after meeting Yan Yaoshun, and it might be the last time.

Before meeting Yan Yaoshun, she thought that happiness was her taking care of others carefully, but after meeting Yan Yaoshun, she realized that real happiness is when others take care of you carefully.

Yan Yaoshun looked at the plate in front of him, is this pasta? His cooking is not Italian, but it is edible. The dark food on this plate shows that the person who made it is actually not good at cooking.

Yan Yaoshun looked at her, Ni Lehui blinked, and said modestly: "I admit, it's not as good-looking as yours, but I promise it should taste good."

Zhang Aolei used to cook for him, and he ate with peace of mind. Now that Ni Lehui cooks for him for the first time, Yan Yaoshun raised his lips in happiness. He would not hesitate to sell even poison, let alone bad pasta. To eat, Yan Yaoshun picked up the chopsticks and buried himself in eating.

The salty taste is accompanied by too much monosodium glutamate, and the heavy acetic acid with the smell of black burnt smoke fills the mouth. It is a bit dry and dry. She puts less oil. put.

Yan Yaoshun wanted to vomit, thinking that this was the breakfast that Ni Lehui specially made for him when he got up early, these complicated smells all turned into the taste of happiness, he couldn't let her heart down, he couldn't ruin her heart, so he chewed hard Then, she secretly decided in her heart that she would never let her into the kitchen again.

Seeing that Yan Yaoshun didn't vomit, Ni Lehui looked at the expression on Yan Yaoshun's face and was very calm. Ni Lehui picked up the chopsticks, but Yan Yaoshun wanted to stop her, but she was a step too late.

"Bah, bah, what are these smells?" Ni Lehui vomited on the table, and the crisp sound of putting chopsticks on the plate sounded. She knew that the food she made wasn't very tasty, but it wasn't as bad as it was before. What's in it, Yan Yaoshun is still eating. "Stop eating, let's go out to eat."

Yan Yaoshun looked up while chewing, saw Ni Lehui looking at her breakfast with disgust, and smiled. "It's not bad, it's just that there's too much MSG, salt and vinegar."

"Okay, it's no wonder it doesn't taste bad, don't force yourself, what if you eat something bad?" Ni Lehui wanted to serve Yan Yaoshun's plate, but he raised his hand to stop it.

"I can eat it." Yan Yaoshun looked at the inadvertent frustration on her face, in order to prove that he didn't lie to her, he picked up the noodles with chopsticks, put them into his mouth, chewed a few times, and swallowed the noodles into his throat.