Lin Er pushed the porridge in front of him away, put his elbow on the dining table, turned to the side and looked at him seriously: "Xie Tiantian, tell you the truth, I have a friend."

The topic changed too quickly, and Xie Yan didn't keep up with her thinking for a while, and said "Hmm?" half a beat slow.

"Once, we went out for camping and barbecue," Liner continued. "My friend, he thought the things I roasted were not delicious, so after I went back, I signed up for a training class."

Xie Yan: "Then you learn the barbecue skills by studying hard?"

"No." Liner said calmly, "and then I beat him with the Muay Thai I learned to shut up and eat."

Xie Yan: “…”

After a moment of silence, Xie Yan picked up the spoon, scooped a spoonful of porridge, put it in his mouth, then raised his eyes and said sincerely: "The taste is just right."

Liner nodded with satisfaction.

It would be great if this was the case earlier.

After drinking two sips of porridge, Xie Yan took a new spoon and handed it to Lin Er: "Let's eat together?"

Lin Er was suddenly named: "…ah?"

Xie Yan looked at her: "Didn't you not have dinner tonight?"

Xie Yan said this but did not mean that the porridge was unpalatable and that she had to share the same worries. She simply thought that she would go hungry if she didn't eat at night.

But Lin Er glanced at the bowl of porridge with incomplete color, fragrance and taste from the corner of his eyes, and refused very politely: "No, I'll watch you eat it."

Xie Yan: "Are you still polite to me?"

"No," Liner rubbed his nose and said indifferently, "It's too bad to eat."

Xie Yan: “…”

It's so unpalatable that even the chef himself dislikes it.

Liner: "It may not be good for me to cook porridge, so I can try making soup next time if I have the chance."

Xie Yan slowly looked up: "?"

Lin Er felt that he saw a bright line of words in Xie Yan's eyes - you can't even cook noodles, do you want to challenge the more difficult soup?

"No." Liner explained, "I think making soup is the easiest thing. Just throw the ingredients in, add salt if it is light, and add water if it is salty."

Xie Yan: “…”

A bowl of soup that could be imagined by just listening to her description was freshly released in front of Xie Yan's eyes.

Xie Yanhu remembered the scene when Shi Sang pulled him and Shen Wang to participate in the campus food competition in the first year of high school last year.

At that time, the competition required a live and face-to-face meeting.

Shi Sang rolled up his sleeves and poured half a bag of white flour into the basin, and then began to worry: "Brother Wang, what should I do if I put too much noodles?"

Shen Wang looked at the trick on Baidu and replied: "Add water?"

Shi Sang poured water hard: "I added it, but the water seemed to be added too much, the noodles were thinner and I couldn't get it together."

Shen Wang: "Add a noodles."

Shi Sang: "I added it, but there are too many noodles."

Shen Wang: "Then add more water."

Shi Sang: "It's not OK yet, there's too much water."

"Are you stupid? Add noodles." Shen Wang was impatient and said impatiently, "If there is too much water, add noodles, and if there is too much noodles, add water. Why can't you remember such a simple sentence?"

Shi Sang defended: "I know, but the basin cannot be filled and it will overflow."

Shen Wang: "..."

This scene can be changed to Liner intact.

After dinner, Xie Yan got up and cleaned up the dishes.

There was a clamoring sound of water flowing from the kitchen. Lin Er leaned against the dining table and looked down at the text message Lin Yian sent.
Chapter completed!