Less than two minutes after sending it out, the phone on the flow control table started to dingdong and dingdong kept ringing.

Liner has returned to his post, holding a spoon in one hand and a pot lid in the other, stirring the porridge inside, and can't make any moves free for the time being.

She turned around and looked at Xie Yan silently.

Xie Yan guessed what she meant, slowly took her cell phone and helped her open the screen.

He lowered his eyes and opened the prompts from his circle of friends.

The number of comments below that circle of friends is increasing at a snowball rate.

[Wen Miao]: Hey, huh? When did you start learning to cook?

[Shen Jiayu]: Late-night cafeteria?

[Xie Xiao]: Life is full of bitterness and sorrow, happiness, only dry rice, please give me a cup of whiskey, don’t forget to add red dates and wolfberry.

[Qin Ke]: Oh... Mu Mu, are you sure you can eat this rice. Young Master Lin won’t be dragged into the emergency room in the middle of the night, right?

[He Yin]: The fairy descends to the earth and cooks online. Welcome everyone to the live broadcast of the variety show "Sisters who cook late at night". Let us congratulate Er Ye on his debut as C position.

[Chen Qisheng]: In the crazy likes, our little princess can indeed go to the hall and the kitchen. When asked every day, did Lin Yian save the Milky Way in his previous life? By the way, I asked again, can I eat freely?

...

Xie Yan glanced casually in the comment area and stopped his eyes unexpectedly.

He thought Liner was the kind of person who had few friends.

The little girl has a cold personality, lazy and disgusted, and is not very interested in anything.

Usually, Mr. Xie Yan saw her alone, and the only people he and Shi Sang Shenwang were familiar with in the class. He didn't expect that there would be so many friends on WeChat.

And the tone of his speech seemed to be quite familiar.

Liner glanced at the comment in his position, then put down the spoon, took the phone, and picked up a few comments and replies.

Perhaps because there is too much water in the casserole, the porridge has not been in a position to start the pot for a long time.

After waiting for a while, Liner was still excited and dragged a pot of water out of the closet, and planned to put down another bowl of noodles.

Boil the water, throw a handful of noodles in, add a spoonful of salt, then turn off the heat, pick up the noodles, serve, and end.

Xie Yan, who watched the whole process from the side: "..."

From her ups and downs, Xie Yan had already imagined the taste of noodles.

Lin Er pulled open the chair in the restaurant, sat down, then pushed the porcelain bowl towards Xie Yan, and said solemnly: "High-end ingredients often only require simple cooking. The simpler the food, the greater the philosophy of life is contained in it, so you can experience it well."

"..." Xie Yan took the chopsticks she handed over, and squinted his head, "Yes."

That needs to be experienced carefully.

When he bit the first bite of the noodles, Xie Yan's eyelashes shook.

Liner leaned over and said, “Is it delicious?”

"..." Xie Yan was silent for a moment, swallowed the mouthful of food, and then asked slowly, "Do you want to hear the truth or lies?"

When Liner heard what he meant, he felt that it should be bad.

She glanced at the bowl of noodles that looked sober, and then said decisively: "Let's be lies, at least I'm happy to listen."

Xie Yan slowly straightened his waist, raised his eyelashes and said, "Then this one is not delicious."

Not very delicious?

Liner changed his question: "What about the truth?"

"Change the word order." Xie Yan said.

Liner: "?"

Xie Yan: "It's too bad."
Chapter completed!