I Can See The Success Rate

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Inside the living room.

As soon as Bai Wu left, Mu Yier couldn't wait to pick up the bowls and chopsticks, added a piece of sweet and sour pork loin, Tao Ying opened her mouth slightly, and stuffed it into her mouth.

next moment!

Mu Yier squinted her eyes tightly, her face bulging and contented.

Beneath the sweet and sour tomato sauce is that thin flour crust.

"Crack!"

The flour shell was bitten into pieces, and the tender and juicy tenderloin appeared in Mu Yier's mouth.

Under the thick meat aroma, accompanied by a faint ginger aroma, coupled with the sweet and sour tomato sauce, the three are superimposed together, which is the biggest impact on the taste buds.

Mu Yier swallowed the sweet and sour pork loin without chewing a few times.

"Hmm~ it's really delicious!"

Mu Yier sighed with emotion, turned her head and asked Di Qingqing, who was huddled in the bed, "Qingqing, do you want to come?"

Di Qingqing was silent for a few seconds, then he replied tremblingly: "No... No... No need for Sister Mu, I, I don't want to eat..."

"Qingqing, are you really not eating?"

Mu Yier said, she picked up another piece of sweet and sour pork loin, stuffed it into her mouth, chewed it, and said, "You haven't tasted Bai Wu's crafts, have you? Bai Wu's craftsmanship is really good. what!"

Mu Yier sounded like she was showing off.

"No, no...don't eat it!" Di Qingqing refused tremblingly: "Sister Mu, I won't eat anything made by that damn dirty ugly filthy guy Bai Wu, even if it's soup, I I'll never take a sip!"

She seems to have completely forgotten the fact that the porridge and soup that Bai Wu feeds her in the morning are all made by Bai Wu!

Hearing Di Qingqing's firm words, Mu Yi'er was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly clenched her fists, her beautiful eyes flashing with determination.

Then.

Mu Yi'er took another piece of sweet and sour pork loin, and said in a very seductive voice: "Qingqing, are you really not going to eat it? It's really delicious!"

"No, don't eat!" Di Qingqing said tremblingly.

"Ha, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!"

Mu Yier deliberately put her head next to Di Qingqing and chewed loudly.

Di Qingqing shrank in the bed, trembling slightly all over.

"Qingqing, aren't you hungry?"

Mu Yier added another piece of tenderloin and asked.

"No, no... not hungry!" Di Qingqing replied tremblingly.

Mu Yier suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled, pulled the quilt over Di Qingqing's head, shook the sweet and sour pork loin in front of Di Qingqing, and asked, "Qingqing, come, have a taste!"

"No, no!" Di Qingqing shook his head very hard.

"Do you really not eat?"

Mu Yi'er brought the sweet and sour pork loin closer to Di Qingqing, and then stopped in front of Di Qingqing's nose, almost a fist's distance away.

Fragrant!

Di Qingqingfen clenched his fists tightly, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and shook his head 'resolutely': "No! Eat!"

"Ha, ah, ah, ah, ah!"

Mu Yier directly stuffed the sweet and sour pork loin into her mouth and chewed it loudly on purpose.

Di Qingqing: "..."

Then.

Mu Yi'er took another piece of sweet and sour pork loin, put it on Di Qingqing's mouth, and said with a bright smile, "Qingqing, do you really try it?"

"No!"

"Ha, ah, ah, ah, ah!"

"Qingqing, can you taste it?"

"I, I... Sister Mu, I won't give in!"

"Ha, ah, ah, ah, ah!"

"Qingqing, don't you really think about taking a bite? Just take one piece! One piece will do!"

"I...I! No! Eat! I will never eat anything made by that goddamn guy Bai Wu, not even a mouthful of soup!!"

"Ha, ah, ah, ah, ah!"

...

Five or six minutes later.

"Qingqing, you have a little taste, a little, a little, just a bite..." Mu Yier persevered and put a piece of sweet and sour pork loin to Di Qingqing's mouth.

"Okay, okay..."

Di Qingqing finally gave in.

He succumbed to Mu Yi'er's "yin power".

"Look, for the sake of Sister Mu, I'll taste a little bit, a little bit..."

Di Qingqing blushed as he spoke, opening his mouth slowly.

After another two or three minutes.

When Bai Wu walked out of the living room with the second dish of spicy chicken, he heard the following conversation from the living room.

Mu Yier was proud: "Qingqing, how is it, Bai Wu's craftsmanship is good, right?"

Di Qingqing 'reluctantly': "No, no, not very good, the taste and taste can only be said to be average..."

"Not so good? The taste is average!?"

Bai Wu refused to accept it on the spot. He was quite confident in his own cooking skills.

He raised his brows and walked into the living room 'aggressively'.

Then.

I saw Di Qingqing, who was eating with a bulging face, flushed red, enjoying himself, and Mu Yier, who was sitting beside Di Qingqing, smiling complacently.

Mu Yier noticed Bai Wu immediately, and a smug smile appeared on her face.

"Yeah!!! Bai Wu, when did you come in!"

Mu Yier shouted exaggeratedly.

Di Qingqing was startled and hurriedly raised her head to see Bai Wu standing at the door of the living room, staring at her strangely.

Panic!

In a panic, he wanted to swallow the food in his mouth immediately.

Then.

Her delicate face immediately turned pale.

Di Qingqing hurriedly tapped his chest with his pink fist.

obviously.

She really choked herself.

Bai Wu had black lines all over his face.

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