C107 (2/2)

Zorn shook his head.

”instant noodles, I'm good at that.”

Wood winked at him fawningly.

Zuo En's face darkened, and he shook his head again.

”How about corn porridge? ”It's very sweet …”

Mu Mu continued to work hard. Man, I really don't know how to do it.

Why did this guy choose such a troublesome job for her?

”Come here, I'll teach you!” Look, I'll teach you how to make 'Korean food' today. Tomorrow is French food. ”This dish …”

Mu Mu's white eyeballs hung from the ceiling, pretending not to see anything. He decided to ignore Zuo En's pig's ”good intentions”. A tendency to treat people well!

Just like last time, after he was forced to listen to what he called the ”geography of the sky, historical classics”, ”sun” and ”stars”, when he was disobedient, he would receive a beating. 555555555 …

Unlike Xuan, Xuan, Xuan, Xuan, you will be doted on. Xuan, you won't be able to do anything. Xuan, you will be able to enjoy your life without worries. Xuan, you can even eat. Even though this taste is extremely unpleasant to eat.

If you want to teach someone a fish, you might as well teach them a fish.

These two feelings were different. Zuo En was pampered, while Xuan Su was doting on him.

Dazzling? He went from day to day. Ben had come back, but why did he feel him coming back this time? His smiling face couldn't hide his worry. It was like the cold starlight at the end of autumn, surging on the surface of the water …

That clear and gentle smile was just like a white jade bead that had been polished to a round shape at the bottom of the water, projecting a circle of pure white pearl color!

He was the only person in this world who could be like this. With just a body of white crescent moon, he could turn the moon so bright and bright as he stood, a person who had pitied the flow of water for a lifetime …

But today, he had actually met Shu Luo again. It was still as bright and dazzling as before. The blue dress fluttered in the wind, and the lantern shadows seemed as illusory as before …

Even when they met again in such an awkward situation, it was as if they were lost in a dream.

To Shulo, perhaps, the feeling he could leave was like a clean clear sky, cool and smooth as the whole blue silk, with a trace of morning glow floating around him, obscured by the gauzy morning mist.